"Why do you keep tapping your foot?"

"Hmm?" The white furred Samoyed looked up from his phone at his friend. "Oh! Let me show you!"

The canine raised his foot and peeled off his sneaker, tilting it into his hand. A tiny lion tumbled out into his palm. "Because of this guy."

He blinked and then gasped. "A micro!" The mouse balked. "You cant just do that to them because they're small! They're still people and it's abhorre-"

"Relax!" The Samoyed raised a hand. "This guy is paying for it. He gave me 500 bucks to be my servant/toy for a day."

"Oh. Oooh." The mouse relaxed. "Well that isn't so bad."

The dog nodded enthusiastically and closed his fist, giving the lion a soft squeeze and making him squeak in fear. "It's actually really fun! I even extended the time for this guy for free, I've had him for a week!"

He locked eyes with the micro lion. His face was red and his eyes were panicked. A strange mix of excitement and sheer terror on his face as he squeaked some silent plea.

"You wanna borrow him for a few days?" The Samoyed offered.

"...Yes."

This was a nightmare. The otter watched living monoliths walk past him, their footsteps shaking him to his core from his position on the locker room floor. Out of all the places for his cloaker to run out of juice, he didn't expect it to happen at the gym.

As he stood still, hoping one of the gigantic gym-goers might spot him on the floor, he felt the ground shake again as a massive pair of sneakers approached, being worn by an equally massive bat, his slim form dripping with sweat and headed straight for him.

The otter narrowly dodged the incoming footwear as the bat came to a stop right where he'd been standing a few seconds ago. Still rattled from the near miss, The otter got to his seat to see if he could get this giants attentio- A shadow passed over him for a moment. WHUMPF

He was so late, so very late. The bat had totally lost track of time and was fumbling his spare clothing and dropping as he rushed to change out of his sweaty gym clothes. There was no time for a shower, he decided, reaching for the underwear he'd dropped a few seconds ago.

For a moment he was trapped in something soft, warm that kind of smelled like vanilla. Everything tumbled around and he found himself lying in a large cotton hammock. The otter looked up to see two huge brown spires leading upwards, quickly realizing where he was. "N-no! Wai-"

The bat quickly pulled his underwear up and put his office pants on even faster. He felt a small tickle in the space between his butt and groin and gave it a quick adjustment till he felt it stop. Once fully dressed, he rushed out of the gym, praying he hadn't missed his bus.

they were riding around in the dragon's underwear