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“Night, Wes” The skunk waves his paw dispassionately above his head, turning towards his car.

“Night, Scott!” The middle-aged otter waves back.

Getting in his car and sitting down the skunk starts the engine bolts out of the parking lot, not even bothering to glance over his shoulder to check on his otter pal one last time.

After a routine, boring drive home followed by a routine, boring Wednesday night dinner Scott finds himself in bed early staring blankly at the routine, boring ceiling.

“Everyday it's the same, wake up and go to work, come home and eat and then play on the internet before bed.” the skunk begins to complain aloud to his empty bedroom.

Turning on his side he proclaims to the empty air. “Just… something… change something up. This is killing me! I don’t care what I just want something to change!”

Groaning at his own outburst Scott flips himself to lay on his stomach. Forcing his eyes shut he slowly drifts off to sleep, the dread of tomorrow’s unchanging routine the only thing on his mind.

Another routine, boring night’s sleep comes and goes, soon the routine, boring alarm announces a routine, boring morning’s arrival as the young skunk slowly forces himself out of bed. Another routine, boring shower and another routine, boring breakfast.

Opening his closet, Scott chooses a blue dress shirt and navy pants with a striped red and blue necktie. Barely awake he finishes dressing before leaving his small apartment and making his way to his car.

The drive to work is the same routine, boring drive with the same routine, boring traffic lights and bad drivers.

He parks in the routine, boring parking lot before entering his routine, boring office building, paying no mind to the heavy smell of Cornstarch powder upon entry. He takes the routine, boring elevator to his routine, boring floor. Barely awake he walks to his routine, boring cubicle and sits down.

As if on cue he spots a smiling otter walking towards his cubicle. The routine, boring Wesley.

“Morning, Scott!” The otter speaks through a smile.

“Morning, Wes” the skunk gives a weak wave.

And so it begins, “how was your night? How is the weather treating you? Did you watch anything on TV last night? Was dinner good?” the routine, boring barrage of small talk questions that he faces every. Single. Workday.

In the middle of his hypnotic train of questions the otter comes to a sudden stop. Rubbing his webbed paw across his belly he innocently exclaims, “whoops! Uh oh!”

Not used to his work pal using that kind of vernacular Scott turns to face the otter, just in time to Wesley’s smiling face stop inches from his own as he bends over, his webbed paws firmly planting on Scott’s desk as his bottom half lifts into the air.

“Wes? What are you doing? The skunk inquires, still mostly on auto-pilot despite the otter’s unusual gesture.

“Heh, well, you know me. Just had my morning coffee a few minutes ago!” Wesley replies, still smiling.

“Yeah but what does…” The skunk is cut off by a loud fart exiting his coworker’s rear.

The shock of what just happened jolts Scott out of his stupor as his eyes widen. “Wesley!?” the young skunk lets out a harsh whisper-scream while standing up.

“Ye…yeah? The otter innocently replies before grunting and flagging his massive tail into the air.

“What the hell are you doing? The shocked skunk whispers through his teeth.

“Um, I’m pooping?” Wesley responds with a dismissive tone before letting out another grunt, followed by another loud yet muffled poot. An all too familiar sound that everyone, whether they admit it or not, is quite familiar with. A sound that proclaims: there was more than gas that time.

Scott’s jaw hangs open as he watches a small round mass form in the seat of his otter coworker’s pants. Only for Wesley to grunt again, this time followed by a familiar crackling sound as the small mass grows into a formidable bulge.

Standing up straight and breathing a sigh of relief the otter turns his full attention back to his skunk buddy, “anyway, you have any big plans for the weekend?”

Trying to process what just happened Scott sputters out random syllables while the otter watches, a look of worry growing on his face.

“Scott, buddy, are you ok? You’re acting a little strange this morning.” Wesley speaks with a caring, yet concerned tone.

Wide-eyed the skunk looks the otter up and down several times, gawking and sputtering before finally stammering out loud. “ME?”

“Everything okay over there?” a deep voice cuts through the air. Turning to the source Scott sees an older lion with a thick, black mane making his way over to the cubicle.

“Oh, shit!” Scott whispers to himself, Instantly recognizing the head of the Company’s HR department. “Ah! Mr. Parker, we’re fine, really!” Scott weakly barks out, trying to stop the lion’s advance.

Ignoring the skunk the lion treks towards the cubicle, only to suddenly come to a dead stop two cubicles away.

Wrinkling his nose the old lion waves a hand in front of his face. “Phew!” he exclaims before finishing his trek.

“Shit!” Scott’s eyes grow wide, as a thousand thoughts race through his head. Are they gonna fire Wes? What if they think I'm involved? Will they fire me too? Why the hell is Mr. Parker on the floor anyway?

Coming to a stop at the cubicle opening the old lion stoically examines the cubicle. “Hmmm” he ponders aloud, his deep tone seemingly vibrating the cubicle space itself.

He turns to Scott, then to Wesley, before letting his face fall into a fatherly smile. “You got your first cup down, huh Wes?” the lion gently and playfully pokes the otter in the side of his arm with his elbow.

“Haha! Yep! That first cup always opens the gates!” the otter practically cheers.

What the fuck!

“Alright, buddy, let's get you cleaned up before you make the whole floor uninhabitable.” the lion jokes while moving back, allowing Wesley to walk by his side as the two make their way towards the bathroom.

What the fuck!!

“Awww come on, Mr. Parker, it's not that bad.” the otter playfully retorts as the two move out of earshot of the skunk.

WHAT THE FUCK!!!

Scott leans forward and drops his face into his paws. “What the fuck just happened!” Scott whispers to himself as a myriad of scenarios play out in his mind simultaneously.

Is he dreaming right now? Did those two always do that and Wes finally felt comfortable enough around the skunk to let him see? Was that some kind of secret society handshake style deal? Was there some wild hallucinogenic gas flowing through the building that was affecting him? Or maybe everyone except him?

Could it have just been a prank?

Yeah, that must be it, a prank, two guys just goofing on a third for some laughs. They were probably in the bathroom laughing it up at Scott’s reaction. Hell, they probably filmed the whole thing too.

Standing up and taking a deep breath Scott winces as the scent of whatever the hell Wes had used to make it look like he messed himself started stinging the inside of his nose.

Walking towards the men’s room door Scott wondered just how the heck the otter had gotten the head of HR involved, whatever he had used stunk to high heaven, and hell, was what they did even legal? Every office prank he’d ever heard of was something minor, like putting a plant in someone’s chair or rearranging someone’s cubicle. This was above and beyond anything he’d ever encountered.

Letting it go for the time being Scott reached for the men’s room door. Deciding at the last minute to play it cool he began speaking as soon as the slightest crack to the bathroom interior was visible.

“Alright guys, very funny, haha, yeah, you got me good. Now tell me what thaaaaaauuuuuu”

The skunk trails off into a stupor as his eyes see a sight that his brain could have never even imagined.

Mr. Parker, the stoic old lion, HR head for over ten years and the very lion that had interviewed Scott before he started, carefully gliding a wipe through the buttcheeks of Wesley, the otter who had been his friend and mentor since the day he started.

The skunk's eyes flutter around. The urinals and toilet stalls are gone, having been replaced by a line of large pastel tables, each with an assortment of wipes, powders, oils, and giant, folded diapers that were more than large enough for a fully grown adult.

Gazing back towards his colleagues the skunk sees an unfolded diaper half-heartedly laying at the edge of the table Wesley was occupying. Sure enough, just past the haphazardly folded legguards Scott could see the peak of a pile of brown mass laying in the seat of the no-longer-worn diaper.

Holy shit, Wes actually shit himself!

For some reason, that was the only thought that the skunk’s head could wrap around. Likely Scott would have stood there for minutes, maybe even hours, trying to parse the recent happenings, were it not for Mr. Parker’s deep voice grabbing his attention.

“Oh! Scott! Do you need a change too? Give me about half a minute to get Ol’ Wes here back up and running and then I can give you a look-over.” the older lion chuckles.

Bolting from the bathroom door the skunk sprints down the hall towards the executive suites.

“NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!” he screams in his head. “This is too fucking far, this is not even remotely fucking acceptable. I am NOT letting them do this to me.”

Sure, he understood committing to the bit, but this was way over the line.

Turning the corner Scott nearly lets out a squeal of joy as he sees a very familiar wolf. Ms. Young, the seven year president and CEO of the company. “MS. YOUNG!” the skunk shouts, still rushing towards the office.

The wolf lets out a gasp as she turns from her door to see Scott dropping his sprint into a dead stillness just feet away from her. “Scott? What’s wrong?”

“Ms. Young… I’m sorry for barging in without permission… It’s Wesley and Mr. Parker… they are… they are…” The skunk gasps for breath between his words.

“Mr. Parker?! What’s wrong with Mr. Parker?!” the wolf asks as a look of shock and concern quickly swells up on her face. “Is he hurt? Is Wesley hurt?”

“No…They… they were trying to play a prank on me… I think… but they’re going way too far…” the skunk continues to gasp.

“Easy, Scott, catch your breath, then tell me what's happening.”

Standing up and wiping his forehead the skunk leans against the wall. Letting several deep breaths in and out before finally speaking normally.

“Okay… This morning I came in and sat down, Wesley came up and started talking to me just like every morning. Well, out of nowhere he just bent over and… well…” Scott takes a deep breath. “He messed his pants.”

The older wolf cocks an eyebrow at the skunk, “Okay… what else happened?”

“Well, then Mr. Parker came over and they walked to the bathroom together. I followed them because I was pretty sure they were just messing with me, but when I opened the bathroom door Mr. Parker was wiping Wesley’s ass, err sorry, I mean cleaning his rear.” The skunk looks deeply into the wolf’s eyes.

“Scott…” the older wolf crosses her arms and pierces his gaze with her own. “I’m… not understanding, how is that a prank?”

The skunk takes a step back as his arms fall to his side. “I mean, I’m guessing it was a prank?”

Ms. Young scratches her chin. “Why would you think that they were pranking you?”

Oh no

“I mean, that’s… that’s not normal? That’s super inappropriate?

The wolf narrows her eyes. “So, let me see here. You came barging into the executive section like a maniac and ran at me like you wanted to tackle me… because one of your coworkers pooped?”

Oh no!

“Y…Yeah! In his pants! Like a foot away from my face!” the skunk retorts indignantly.

“Yes, Scott, everybody poops, if you personally want to hold it in all day then I can’t stop you, but your coworkers can use their diapers whenever they want!” the wolf crosses her arms and frowns.

OH NO!!!

“That’s…” the skunk tries to speak

“SCOTT!” The familiar, deep tone of Mr. Parker’s voice breaks the skunk’s train of thought.

With a concerned look on his face the lion jogs up and stands beside the younger skunk. “Scott! What’s the matter? You looked like you saw a ghost and then just bolted away!”

“Yes, I’d actually like to know what’s the matter as well” an annoyed Ms. young sways back slightly.

Looking back and forth between the lion and the wolf the skunk stammers out. “You… what… you two?”

“I’m ninety nine percent certain that our skunk friend here may have had a poopy accident himself…” the lion speaks while approaching

“No! I…” Scott's protest is quickly cut off by a pulling sensation on his pants’ back waistband.

The skunk and lion let out a simultaneous gasp with a followup cry from the old lion. “Scott! Where is your diaper?!”

Wide-eyed and mouth agape the skunk meets the lion’s gaze, but cannot summon anything more than a squeak.

“Scott! What on Earth are you thinking?” an indignant Ms. Young steps forward, ripping down the skunk’s pants before running her fingers across the skunk’s thigh, feeling his cloth boxer-briefs.

“This thing could barely take a few droplets before leaking! Are you trying to ruin the carpet?” The wolf steps back while crossing her arms.

“Scott! What exactly were you planning to do when you needed to pee!” Mr. Parker joins the chastising chorus.

Staring blankly into the hallway in front of his face Scott offers a weak “The…toilet…?” in rebuke.

“So, that’s what this is about? Look, Scott. I know you are big into tech trends and whatnot but diaper business is NOT where you need to be giving impromptu product demonstrations! I don’t know what this toy-let thing is, but please do not endanger our carpet just because you want to show off your latest plaything!” the wolf rubs her temples and sighs.

“These kids and their gadgets, huh?” the old lion chuckles hardily.

The skunk doesn't respond, only hanging his head in disbelief and a growing sense of shame.

“I’ll get Scott fixed up in a jiffy, but while I’m here” The old lion turns his gaze to his boss. “Ms. Young?”

The wolf smirks and lifts up her formal skirt, revealing a light pink diaper with frilled legguards. “I’ve only wet once so far, Parker, I’ll let you know if I need your services.”

“Of course, Ma’am” the old lion wraps his paw around the skunk’s. “Come on, Scott, let's get you fixed up.”

Offering no resistance, the skunk half-heartedly pulls and holds his pants up with his free paw, as the two make their way to the former restroom.