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A little blue furred fox wearing a diaper was running around the living room, squeaking and giggling as he was being chased by a large gray wolf. The little fox was quick, dodging the bigger male and ducking under tables and chairs.

"I'm going to get you, Marcus McCloud!" yelled the big wolf.

"No you not!" shouted the little fox.

The pursuit lasted a few more minutes. Try as he might Marcus McCloud couldn't wear out the wolf. Grabbing the blue furred fox, the wolf picked him up and started tickling him.

"Haha! Now you're mine, you little brat!" said the wolf.

Pinning him to the couch the wolf tickled him soundly, making the fox squirm and giggle from the sensation.

"Hehehe! Daddy! Help me!"

An orange fox came out to the living room, his paws against his hips as he gave a mock scowl at the wolf.

"Wolf O'Donnell, are you tormenting Marcus?"

Wolf stopped tickling the blue fox and picked him up, holding him up with his right arm. "Me? No, of course not, Fox!"

Fox looked at his little son, who was now wagging his tail happily. "Marcus, was Daddy Wolf being mean to you?"

Marcus shook his head. "No, we was just playin', Daddy!"

Fox ruffled his ears. "Well, alright then!

Wolf put a paw to his nose. "Peeyew! I think I tickled the poop right out of you, stinky fox!"

Marcus began to whimper at being called a stinky fox, but Fox picked up hi son and stroked his head fur. "It's alright, boy. I'll go change you now."

Just then a little gray wolf wearing a diaper came running out of a bedroom. "Daddy," he said looking up at wolf. "Can me and Marcus play?"

Wolf picked up his son. "Sure, but right now your brother's getting changed, okay Will?"

Will nodded his understanding. As Wolf held his little son, he thought about just how happy he had become over the last year. It just so happened that Wolf had stumbled across his former arch nemesis in a Cornerian City bar. Fox had confided in him that he and Krystal had split up because Fox had admitted to her that he was gay. Krystal had not taken the break up well, and went so far as to break a lamp over her husband's head after he had confessed his true sexuality. Wolf found himself in a similar situation; he too had long hid his homosexuality, but he never got the chance to tell his wife the truth. Shortly after his son Will had been born, his wife had died from cancer. Though Wolf was gay, he still loved his wife and mourned her loss greatly. He would have never guessed that he would run across Fox McCloud and that the two of them would not only fall in love, but actually get married. The couple were enjoying their lives together, raising their sons as brothers and wanting nothing but the best for them, but it was far from an ideal life as Krystal never accepted her ex-husband's lifestyle.

Fox came out of the room holding Marcus, who was now wearing a fresh diaper. Putting him down on the floor, he and Will ran off to their room, wanting to play like any beast their age. Wolf and Fox laughed, watching the diapered boys running to their room.

"Those two are just so cute, aren't they, Wolf?"

Wolf whispered in his husband's ear. "I think you'd look pretty cute wearing a diaper, Foxie!"

Fox grinned. "Maybe later tonight, Wolf." he suggested, before flopping down on a recliner.

"What's wrong, Fox?" asked Wolf

"What else?" said Fox throwing his arms in the air. "In just a few hours, Krystal will be by to pick up Marcus, and I'm sure I'll have to put up with her abuse yet again!"

Wolf sighed, he hated seeing Fox like this. Sitting down on the couch next to Fox, he tried consoling his lover. "I'm sorry, Fox. I know Krystal can be a real bitch sometimes."

Fox looked over at Wolf. "Yes, but please don't use that language around the boys, especially Marcus. He's the one whose caught in the middle of all this acrimony. I just wish Krystal would learn to accept me, accept us, really."

Wolf nodded. "I know, but remember she thought she found the man of her dreams when she married you, and she may never fully recover from the divorce."

Fox scratched his chin. "Maybe if she found another guy to love, that would help solve her problems."

Wolf shrugged. "Maybe, but I think she'll always have a problem with you and I. I guess as long as she's not trying to turn Marcus against me, I can learn to deal with this."

Wolf reached over to Fox, stroking his head fur. "That's right. Chin up, and keep a positive attitude!"

Fox cracked a slight smile, he could always count on Wolf to cheer him up, no matter how terrible he felt. Fox stood up and walked towards the kitchen. "Come on, let's get dinner ready!"

A few hours passed, and just after Fox and his family had finished eating and cleaning up the kitchen, the doorbell rang. Fox could feel his blood pressure spike, knowing that his ex-wife would be in his home shortly. He hoped for the best, but expected the worse. This, he had learned from experience. Wolf could see that his husband was anxious, and thought it best to try and minimize the damage.

"Marcus, Will, how about we go to your room and play?"

The little fox and little wolf needed no further encouragement. Picking up both boys in his arms, he retreated to their room, making sure to shut the door behind him. Fox meanwhile was making the trip to answer the door, breathing in deeply and trying to muster courage, he opened the door.

"Hello, Krystal," he said in a flat tone.

"Hello, Fox," she said with a scowl. "Where's Marcus?"

"He's playing in his room with Wolf and Will."

"I certainly hope Wolf isn't molesting them!"

Fox could feel his blood start to boil. Gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, he barely held back the urge to punch the blue vixen, opting instead to give her a piece of his mind.

"Let's go outside, right now!" he said.

A scowling Krystal walked outside with Fox, who closed the door behind them. The angry orange fox pointed a finger right at his ex-wife as he tried to contain his rage.

"Look, I'm only going to tell you one more time, Krystal, just because Wolf and I are gay that doesn't make us child molesters!"

Krystal flared her nostrils at her ex-husband, her voice dripping with contempt. "Well, I certainly hope that's true!"

Fox now decided to bring up a past incident. "And I will also remind you, Krystal, that I can still press charges against you for hitting me over the head with a lamp! I'm sure a judge would certainly reconsider our custody arrangement if I brought that incident up!"

"Oh, so you think you're so clever! Well I . . ."

"I'm not finished!" said Fox, practically breathing fire as he was now right in her face. "I'll also bring up all the nasty things you keep saying to Wolf and I about our relationship and how I suspect you're trying to turn my son against me because you're just bitter!"

"What evidence do you have of that?" she said, folding her arms.

Fox now played his trump card. "I've taken the liberty of installing cameras and sound equipment around the house. You know how many times I have you on camera calling me, sodomite, faggot, queer, and all kinds of disgusting names?"

"You're bluffing!" she sneered at him.

"Am I?" said Fox pointing up at the doorway. "What do you think that is?"

Krystal looked up and saw a small camera just above the doorway. She looked back at Fox, scowling even meaner than before, but she knew anything she might say could be used against her, so she kept her mouth shut.

"So," said Fox, his tone marginally calmer, "I'd suggest you be on your best behavior from now on."

"Fine," she said with contempt. "I'll just get Marcus and leave."

"Nothing would make me happier." said Fox in a hushed tone.

Fox watched as Krystal went inside and collected Marcus. No more than two minutes passed before she was outside once more, holding Marcus in her arms. The little blue fox wagged his tail as he saw his father.

"Bye, Daddy!" he said

Fox ruffled his sons ears. "You be a good boy for Mommy, okay?"

Marcus nodded his understanding and Fox gave his son a kiss on the head. Krystal saw Fox nod at her, and with that, she left.

Later that night, Fox was in bed tossing and turning. He had went to bed earlier than Wolf, who was still up reading a book, though his concentration was continually being broken by Fox's squirming about the bed. Putting the book down on the nightstand, Wolf looked over at his husband.

"Okay, what's wrong now?"

Fox sighed. "The usual. I just wish Krystal could learn to be more civil."

"After what you told her today, I'm sure she'll lighten up a bit." Wolf observed.

"Yeah, but it's not like she's doing it out of the goodness of her heart."

"Fox, what more do you want?" said Wolf as he rubbed his husband's ears. "She may never accept us, I told you that earlier today."

"I know," said Fox, soaking up his husband's attention. "I just worry about Marcus."

"Marcus will be just fine, you'll see. He has two dads that love him, not to mention his brother."

Fox smiled. "Yeah, you're right. I guess I just over think things sometimes."

"You're just concerned for your boy, like any good dad."

Fox moved over and nuzzled Wolf underneath his chin. "Thanks, Wolf. What would I do without you?"

Wolf put his arms around Fox, hugging him tightly. Fox then smiled. "You know, I remember what you said earlier in the day about me?"

Wolf continued hugging his husband. "Oh? What was that?"

Fox grinned as he pulled the covers away from him. Instantly, something caught Wolf's attention.

"Oh!" said Wolf excitedly. "I was right. You do look cute in a diaper!"

The orange fox was wearing a disposable diaper, much to his husband's approval. Wolf couldn't take his paws off of his diapered husband, finding him simply irresistible. The two lovers now started their game.

"Does the little foxie want his bottle?"

Fox nodded, wagging his tail. Wolf shot him a devilish grin. "Well, then I think he should get one!" Wolf pulled the covers away from his side. The naked lupine displayed a massive erection, making the diaper wearing Fox lick his chops. Leaning over, Fox licked hungrily at the shaft.

"I want some wolf milk!" he said, just before taking the shaft into his muzzle.

Wolf leaned his head back, then forward as he stared at the Fox servicing him. He loved what Fox did orally, and with his husband now diapered, the experience was far more enjoyable. Wolf stroked the fox's ears, encouragin him.

"Good Foxie, drink up all your milk!"

Fox moaned as he sucked away at his "bottle" like a nursing kit. Wolf couldn't hold back anymore. "Get ready for your treat, Foxie!"

Gritting his teeth, Wolf shot his load of "milk" into the eager fox's muzzle. Fox had no trouble swallowing all that he was given, and made sure to clean up every last drop from Wolf's now softening penis.

"Thanks for the treat, Wolf!" said Fox wrapping his arms around the bigge lupine.

"Thanks for your service!" said Wolf, drained, but satisfied.

Fox looked into Wolf's eyes. "Thanks for always being there for me."

"Anytime." said Wolf. The lupine turned off the lamp, and the couple soon drifted off into slumber.