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.
