To See You In My Light Pt.1

Lobo

"Argh, don't want to be the last one *again* this week-" 
Lobo shot off his bed, throwing his shower towel in the nearby wash basket to be taken care of by his roommate who, as usual, does most of the chores while the grey wolf goes to the gym with his workout bros. It is a Wednesday which is his gains day so he works extra hard at the gym for longer. Every week there's always set-backs having him be the last one there which is embarrassing for him. He's not letting it happen this week so he is up 15 minutes early. 

Lobo smacks down on the button of the alarm clock as soon as it rings. Ready to leave, something in the corner of his eye catches his attention worryingly. 
"One of my diapers? Why is it here? Good thing I got up before Indy" he let out a light relieving laugh.  After dressing, he checks under his bed for his 'stash'. It is opened by pulling the key from a secret compartment and using it on a safe lock. As Lobo pulls the door to the safe, revealing a stash of around 2 packs of 19 adult diapers clearly designed for diaper lovers. These are no pharmacy diapers either... They are premium with up to a 4L capacity. He confirms that one of his diapers is missing and throws it in the safe. 
"Aaaaand 20!"
Suddenly, a loud notification rings out to startle him. Checking his phone, he sees a group chat message. One of the guys, Devin is there already.
"I oughta really get going now-"

Fully dressed in his gym gear, he grabs his bag, puts his expensive earphones his skunk roommate got him for his birthday in his chest pocket. Before leaving, he pops his head into Indigo's room to check on him. Lobo awes and blushes seeing the cute skunk sound asleep. 
"Love you" he gently whispers, loud enough only for he himself to hear.
The wolf notices a strong skunky stench he is ashamed to acknowledge he likes. It's clear the skunk hasn't showered in a hot minute. Lobo stays a minute both thinking about him and how he wished he could gather up the courage to open up to him. He considers leaving deodorant out for him to use but he'd rather he either forgets to clean up or doesn't bother so he can enjoy the stench when he gets home. 

Smiling warmly, he pulls his head out of the doorway, closing it ever so slowly to avoid disturbance. "Oh right, the gym" he reactively scurries to the front door promptly grabbing his keys jangling from the hook and hopping into his worn gym shoes. He hastily leaves a short note on the kitchen counter for Indigo reading:
"I have some clothes that need washing, they're in my basket. I'll be home at around 12. Thanks." 
Lobo wishes he could be more loving in how he talked to Indigo but he fears judgement. If it were ever to get out there that he was different to how he really was, his entire life would be over to him.

Lobo lives two lives. His 'tough gym' life and his fetishy diaper life. Desperate to hide the latter, he lives most of it trying to be tough. Don't get it wrong though... This wolf is pure pound to muscle. For a while, it really hit him to think he can't be his true happiest self around anyone but Indigo and even then he's too afraid of showing that vulnerable side. He loves the gym, he loves his gym buds... It just hurts to hide something so close and fragile to him.

Stopping for a split second to have an overview check of inventory, 
"Okay... *phew* now the commute-" he opens the door, stepping out to the corridor nodding to the maintenance worker fixing a faulty wire. Lobo locks the door and begins half sprinting down the hallway praying that he's there before he's considered late. Running out of the complex door, he hurries along the path leading one foot after the other. The rattling of his gym equipment distracted him from the pain of the chilling morning air shivering his body. After around 12 minutes of vigorous paced running and somewhere around 400 steps according to his wristwatch, he had reached the gym. To say Lobo was out of breath would be an understatement, he's ashamed that his cardio is not great. At least half his workout is done so he can get home sooner and wear one of his.... 

"WAIT-" 

"Oh no no no... oh shit oh SHIT!!" 
Lobo, turning a bright blueberry blue with sweat droplets forming on his forehead, fatefully realised a grave mistake. He left his safe open. *wide* open.
"I'm... Dead.... Kill me. I left my safe open... My safe.... That damn safe.... I- *huff* only I could do that huh...."
Now being faced with a tough dilemma of being caught by his roommate as a gross diaper-wearing weirdo or being late to the gym yet again, he decides it would be much better to get home and secure his normality before the skunk woke up. At least until he sees three of the gym guys pull up in the country boys truck in the parking spaces opposite the gym. 
"HIDE!" he exclaims internally as he rushes behind the nearest dumpster hoping he's hidden from them.

"Lobo! Hey wait up man!" Marco, a handsome German Shepherd Lobo looked up to was calling for him. Too embarrassed and in a hurry to get home, he tries running away down the side alley. Lobo tries to jump up and-
"OW!" 
Lobo looks down to notice his tail caught under a trash bag rendering him temporarily immobile. Yanking desperately, after around 10 seconds of struggling he gives up and faces the consequence.
"Hey, whatcha doing outside the gym? We said last one *at*  the gym... Not outside." 

"Well I uhh... Wanted some.... fresh airrr....?" 

Indigo

Indigo is a free-bodied spirit exploring the endless ether. Observant and appreciative, he notes many mystical creatures not known to animal-kind. 
"Toads made of... Amethysts? A two headed peregrine with no wings... A... Skunk with a wolf's head? I didn't know they existed." 
The world begins to darken sinisterly as the entity, not present anywhere but everywhere at any time in any place, is pulled away by a corrupt force. 

Indigo is a helpless prisoner trapped in an endless fractal-like room. Harrowing screams fill his ears as he crawls along the space of red yet remains restricted. The being in front of him is terrifying him. It's staring at him. It's grinning. It's moving. It's.... beeping at me?! GET ME OUT OF-
*Gasp*
"AAAAAAH!" 
Indigo spontaneously shoots up from bed after the soul-shaking nightmare struck him deeply. He takes a second to reconnect with reality while also processing what the hell he just experienced. 
"I'm getting a therapist. These dreams can't be normal." 

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Moving towards the side of the bed, he feels something rather mushy at his rear.
"Wait did I-" 
The stench hits him hard on the nose.
"Again!? That is a lot of poop..."
As much as he likes the smell and feeling of his own scat, sitting in it will only cause his roommate's nose to shrivel up. Due to Indigo being a purebred skunk, anything from his rear end smells considerably stronger than from anyone else. He's not incontinent but during his nightmares it's almost guaranteed his pants will be filled with warm shit. 

Indigo purposefully poops himself when home alone so he doesn't wear diapers by choice but they're certainly helpful during a frightful night. Unfortunately he was wearing his last one last night since he determined he wouldn't have a night like this until he ordered more.
"Of course... Last time I'm ever running on one diaper again."
Indigo makes the decision to change into a pair of briefs but first he must change. Indigo slowly tries to pull his stiff self off of his stinking bed but ultimately gets lost in the satisfying squish his own shit makes as it slides both across the side of the bed and in his diaper. After just a short moment, he was blushing a hot red colour on his cheeks and had a raging boner tenting in his padding. Passing gas almost mindlessly out of skunk instinct, he decides to stay on his own filth for a while. 

"Actually... I think I'll have a little bit of fun first."
The lustful skunk lets out a soft passionate moan as he gropes the front of his diaper, letting loose of his bladder causing the entire front stain a light yellow, then darker colour. Taken over by lust, he begins slamming his pelvis deep into the soft padding which stimulates him to unbelievable extents. In pure ecstacy, he begins rocking back and forth having sex with his diaper. Every back thrust mushes his ass into the pile of warm shit sitting at the back of his diaper and every forward thrust penetrates the soggy front. His bowels are not empty and he hasn't even had breakfast yet... Which gives him a great idea-

Overridden by pure scat-hunger and without second thought. He claws his free hand into the back of his diaper to grab a clump of mushy poop and stuffs it into his muzzle. He chews on a mouthful of his own stinking filth. It feels amazing to have his skunky shit fill every crevasse of his mouth. From chewing it, his throat is ready to open. Enthralled by the idea of having shit flow around his stomach, he willingly swallows with force. The feeling of warm scat bubbling and flowing down his throat sends him over the edge as his rock hard cock spurts what seems like rope after rope of seed into the front of the diaper, impregnating it with a mix of piss and cum.
After around 30 whole seconds of orgasming (perhaps a new record), he lays back on his bed hearing a satisfying-
*sqrrrsh*
A mix of all three bodily wastes culminating into one gross squishy mess. 

*huff* after *huff*
"I don't wanna wear BORING BRIEFS! I just want to wear DIAPERS.... FOREVER!" 
Around 10 minutes of relaxing after the session, he gets up, feeling the shit unstick from his butt-fur. He filled his padding so much in fact that he has to slowly waddle to the bathroom. Unknowing of what's about to happen, he vulnerably waddles over to the bathroom, which faces the front door. 
Indigo is close to the doorknob of the bathroom when a strange noise emanates from the front of the flat. A jingling of some sort...