Just a simple hat trick, that's what it was supposed to be anyways. But as the crowd grew tenfold Whisper knew that she needed to do something awe striking. It needed to knock their socks off. There was only one solution, Whisper pulled off her top hat then patted her long bunny ears. She was not very dexterious, nor did she want to do it, but the drunken crowd surely wouldn't notice if Whisper made a mistake. Neither would they attempt to disproof her. 
Hopefully.
Whisper revealed her empty hat to the crowd. She messed with the hat, pushed it inside out, even gave it to a lucky person in the front to inspect. Quickly, she recovered the hat and began. Whisper, with a whirl of her wand, wafted a wisp of smoke from the hat. Caused by the small smoke machine placed below the table of course. It was difficult to start the machine without anyone noticing but no one seemed to realize. Then came the real magic, Whisper silently apologized as she snuck her little friend out of her sleeve and into the hat via sliding. Then, she raised the tiny out of the hat as if she was a shrunken person from the crowd. The announcer behind never knew what happened, it was a perfectly executed trick. 
Whisper was a good friend, but she just so happened to find the tiny girl at the wrong time. And now she was going to be used for a trick. The tiny woman, Freya, fell onto a soft padded floor with little pain. She jumped up and wandered in the darkness for a moment before looking up to see a gigantic, gloved hand coming towards her. Freya braced herself as two large fingers pinched her torso, twirled her around for a quick second, forcing the girl to get dizzy, then raising her out of the dark room and into the blinding outside. The crowd roared loud enough to make the little Freya cover her ears. 
Freya never knew what happened, first, she found herself suddenly shrunk to the height of a worm due to a rigorous confrontation, then she was quickly offered sanctuary by the kind rabbit, she took the offer quickly as she knew nothing better would come up. And now she was quickly betrayed of that trust she gave. She found herself getting smaller in the eyes of the crowd, as if she was a bug to them. One person, a female cheetah, raised her hand. Whisper placed Freya down, took her wand, and pointed it at the cheetah with a bright smile. "Can we get a closer look? I don't know bout yall, but I can't see nuthin' from here."
And just like that Whisper instantly regretted her decision. However, even if she was a magician, there was no turning back time. Freya watched as Whisper pulled off her gigantic glove and tossed it nonchalantly next to Freya, almost enveloping her in the process. The small girl looked up in horror as two white fingers, enveloped in fluff, approached her. Plucking her up she gently squeezed Freya, not noticing how much horror she invoked from actions. For Freya, her entire world seemed to be taken from her as she was treated as a mere toy, even air was a freedom the giant overhead could easily take away. But there was something more horrific than the giant rabbit, Freya quickly found this out as she was tossed into the sky. Her arms flailed wildly while she screamed in terror. She landed stiffly on her back fully expecting it to be shattered to a million pieces. 
A stench of cheese, fruits, and a bit too much alcohol met Freya along with a terrifyingly, piercing gaze of a yellow cheetah. Freya breathed heavily but could not calm herself while the cheetah beamed. "s' genuine alright!" A warm wave of the alcoholic stench hit Freya like an invisible truck. "But how?" Whisper stared silently at the question.
"Hm." A giant, black, padded finger scornfully poked the tiny lady. "Wonder how durable ya are tiny, lil thang." Freya shivered frightfully as the finger pressed her chest down, she cried and screamed for the person to stop but her voice never reached. The small lady was forcefully rolled over and given a facefull of leathery land. Amused, the cheetah pulled down the lady's pants. "Wonder how real it is though." Freya squealed in denial, she held her pants in place for a moment before getting overpowered by a mere finger. She could feel her bare skin tickled by the wind, everyone's gaze landed on the tiny girl and her pantsless self like hidden anchors. Embarrassing, this was so embarrassing, Freya just wanted to have fun at the newly opened amusement park with her friend, did she really deserve to be treated this way? Heart rate spiked, Freya's watch on her wrist warned her uselessly, causing another wave of terror to strike the poor lady while her body slowly halved in size. Once being on par with the giant finger, it now casted a unavoidable shadow over her. "Eh? Did ya git smaller, or am I raggin on ya too hard?"
Freya rolled around to see a crowd of awed faces. When she looked down to her pants she noticed only her white panties covered her legs. She felt exposed, embarrassed, and useless, as if she was a parasite living only because of her hostess's good graces. 
All over a minute.
All eyes focused on the tiny bug resting on the cheetah's palm with baited breath. "Pass em around!" One person yelled. And for the next hour Freya was tossed around, manhandled like a toy, and declothed almost entirely. Her pants and shirt had become a lost memory since the past hour. Her only protection was panties and her black bra. It was only a matter of time until she lost that too. But, before that could happen, Freya accidentally slipped off of a trembling hand of her drunk captor and landed softly on the floor. Oddly squishy yet firm with an odd, quiet stench to it. The girl rolled about, attempting to stand up, the constant battering and cold air left her body cold and numb. Yet the floor she rested on was warm and comforting. Finally, Freya got a sight of the people towering over her, all of which seemed to ignore her existence and instead conversed about sports. 
As if life was not hard enough, Freya somehow found herself back in her initial cheetah captor's view. Fate had other plans. The cheetah smirked as she knelt down. "You tryna ride wit me hun?" She pushed Freya deeper into the soft surface with a finger; it felt like a magical force was crushing her. "I will warn ya, my fut s' a bit sore from all this walkin'. But that shouldn't be no problem." Dread vanquished any normality Freya hoped to keep as a colossal, padded paw splayed and wiggled in anticipation. "No–please!" Freya screamed, yet the cheetah did not hear.
Or perhaps she did not listen.
It was a terrifying possibility Freya did not want to confront.
A salty, floral musk emanated from the towering foot. Casting a shadow that Freya could never hope to escape. "Hope my flops are to yah likin' hun." Eyes widened, Freya's heart raced when she realized where she was. Before she could speak, a land of wrinkles silenced her. Freya laid in agony yet never did her limbs shatter, she was stuck in a limbo of being compressed by a warm, leathery foot. Folds enveloped her view as the foot idly scrunched. The salty fragrance was much more potent at the source. 
The cheetah lowered her foot to her flip flop, once she had put it on she tapped her foot a couple of times. A fluffy ball seemed to be wedged between her two middle toes. The cheetah scrunched her foot for a while before her boyfriend started babbling on and on about the game. On the television overhead there was a heated football match, the cheetah took another swig of her cocktail and watched. Idly she dangled her foot and squeezed the fluffy thing between her toes. Then, the crowd roared as a goal was struck, some happy and others bitter. The cheetah was on the latter side, she stomped in anger and took another swig of her drink. The fruity taste calmed her anger down quickly as she looked at the score and realized her team was not far off from winning. And mustered a hopeful sigh before bringing her eyes back to the television.
Freya, battered and bruised but not broken, covered in sweat that was not her own, and completely sore from a minute of torture, her heart rate went through the roof due to the lack of air, causing her watch to beep again. Indescribable fear shot through Freya's heart as another dosage of shrinking brought her to a mere half her size. The toes that once towered over her now seemed like a mountain she could never climb, between the cheetah's toes was a platform of scruffy fluff which Freya (not so comfortably) rested on. Because of the constant cycle of the toes checking on their prisoner, Freya was given little chance to breathe anything else besides musky air. Then, as she was just beginning to get more comfortable, the foot suddenly raised, causing Freya to tumble down the flip flop. But before she could fully fall, the cheetah's arch could be seen racing to squish Freya. It Landed on her body and pressed down violently giving sticky warmth tge power to take over Freya and her movements. She realized this when the violent force lifted once again, yet Freya was stuck in place, right in the middle of the flip flop. A massive shadow covered Freya entirely; however, the oppressive paw simply dangled over her, not crushing her but getting close enough to where the small lady was forced to press her lips into paddings and wrinkles. Freya hated being underfoot, but it was better than being next to her oppresor's toes, thankfully there was no playful squeezing or crushing weight. She had gone through worse in the past.
As Freya found faith in her terrible situation, the foot she believed to be static came crashing down again. Mumbles vibrated through Freya as she got a faceful of leather. "Have I seen the lil guy anywhere? Uh, no, I don't think I have." Freya's heart dropped, the cheetah seemed to have forgotten. But how? Whisper scrunched her eyebrows and pointed down to the cheetah's foot. "Eh? Under my foot? I woulda felt em by now." The cheetah peeled open her flip flop to reveal a tiny dot that could easily be mistaken for dirt when next to all the others. Whisper was handed the flop and she looked over the plane. There was no Freya to be seen, it seemed like the cheetah was telling the truth. She lowered the flip flop down and displayed her hand. The cheetah confusingly watched as her foot was taken and slowly slid into the footwear, but before her toes fully wrapped around the strap Whisper swore she could see something wriggle. Whisper eyeballed a speck of dirt who seemed to slightly increase in size.
Whisper pinched the dirt between her gloved fingers. "Whut, you wantin' to clean off the dirt or somethin'? Cause there's a lot." The magician watched as the speck wriggled in her hand and uttered unheard squeaks. Her toothy smile revealed itself before she handed back the flip flop and grabbed a phone out of her pocket. She pointed at her phone number. "Eh? Now you want my number? This better not be no ploy or somethin'." The two exchanged numbers then Whisper was off. Stepping out of the bar, Whisper looked at the speck and wondered something. She looked at the tiny Freya who seemed to be as big as her pinky. Smaller than she remembered her being. She was glad her friend was safe but… There was something she wanted to test out. Whisper unbuckled her boot and peeled it off. A visible steam escaped the footwear. She looked at the tiny between her fingers and then back to the boots. With a small shrug she tossed Freya in. For Whisper this was a small act, a tiny prank. For Freya on the other hand this was a terrifying betrayal, she was just saved, but now an abyss of darkness desired to swallow her. Her heart dropped as that abyss got closer and closer while she fell, landing with a wet squelch. 
The place smelled intoxicatingly musky. The air was thick enough to choke on. It was like walking through a muddy swamp, the sticky floor threatened to keep Freya in place if she did not move constantly. Her feet and legs were layered with a warm pool of sweat. There was no way someone's boots could be this terrible.
But that was merely the beginning.
An unseeable force pressured Freya into the pool causing her entire back to soak in the musk.
Whisper smirked as she tapped her foot several times. The little Freya felt fantastic under her footfalls. Like a tiny toy to transform her tiring travel into a thrill full one. The magician made sure to walk home today, she even took a detour to look at some flowers on her way home.
As Whisper stepped into her house she sloppily unbuckled her boots. She then balanced on one foot for a moment to peel off her right boot. Allowing Freya to bask a bit more. A long second later she decided it was about time to end her prank, she hauled her left boot off. Whisper turned the footwear upside down and hit the shoe on the floor which caused an avalanche of dirt to come tumbling down her boot. Whisper sighed, this would take a while. For minutes on end Whisper inspected every bit of dirt she could find. None of which were Freya. Whisper stomped her foot down in confusion. Feeling a familiar squishiness below her and giving little attention to. The rabbit stomped to her living room and placed her two boots at the foot of her couch. As she thought of where Freya could be she scrunched her foot anxiously, the soft object below her foot gave comfort. Shortly, she realized what the soft speck stuck to her paw was and peeled it off. Between her fingers was a miniscule version of Freya, so tiny that the past Freya could probably tower over this new one. This made Whisper smirk, her theory was correct. For some reason, Freya got smaller when under foot. Whisper did not have an explanation as to why, just that she knew it was a fact. Nonchalantly Whisper put the tiny person on her coffee table and motioned her to stay. 
Whisper then looked around for something she could use, her eyes scanned around the room and landed on a pair of limp gloves. It was either that or an empty tomato can and as funny as it sounded she felt a bit bad for Freya. So, Whisper plucked a cotton glove from her tabletop, and walked to her room. She hung the glove above her bed by planting several thumbtacks into each side of the glove. Which meant less space for Freya but surely she would be happy knowing Whisper was at least trying to put safety first. The glove dangled above Whisper's bed, a perfect spot to make sure she was safe. With that out of the way, Whisper figured it was time for dinner. She heated up a lasagna in the microwave and came back to the living room carrying a large plate of lasagna. Of course, she didn't forget her little friend, in fact, she got a very tiny plate which had a very miniscule cut of lasagna and crumbs of cookies speckled about. 
Whisper, not knowing if the portion was too large or too small, decided to sit at the table and eat next to Freya. The tiny woman doubled in size as she noticed how kindhearted the colossal bunny was being. Giving her actual food, treating her like a person for once, hell she probably got Freya a dollhouse to sleep in. And she was happy knowing that it was all just a prank and that she would be protected until her shrinking wore off, best case scenario Freya will grow back to full size tomorrow, worst case she would have to wait out the day chillaxing at her friend's home.
Or so she thought.
After eating Whisper supposed it was time to sleep, she nonchalantly plucked Freya up and waddled over to her bedroom, where Freya was acquainted with a black glove below her. Without any hesitation she got tossed inside the dark prison. No way for her to see, no way for her to do anything except flail around as she tumbled down into a tight space. Squished from every angle by fluff, as if she was stuck in a hole. A hole that reeked of sweat. And shortly after, a small snoring noise seeped through the thin walls, the soft breath cradled Freya inside her prison. For the rest of the night Freya slumbered hopefully, wishing for her growth spurt to come quickly. 


I was planning on making part two, but I don't know if I should. I feel like it would be too long and stretch the story out more than it needs to. So I guess it's a cliffhanger until then.