(YAYZ! Thank you for all the great reenforcement! That sure made my day, that it did!)
Babies...babies...The thought kept recurring through Wolf's mind as he piloted the craft upwards into the higher portion of the atmosphere. Punching a desired target into his designator, he waited momentarily while it sought out stores that would assist Wolf with his two little problems. "Only babies..." He said looking down at the two children, now deep asleep upon his lap. Falco had balled up, his one tiny wing covering most of his face. Fox was laying on his back, his one back leg kicking every so often. "Heh..." Wolf chuckled in the tight cockpit. "You owe me one, Fox." It was at this time that the targeting system had found a store that was nearest to him on that side of the world. Returning to his original self, he hastily piloted the craft downward as fast as he could without waking them.
"..." Marth grew tired of walking through the dense forest already. His legs ached painfully and his mouth was dry; Why had he not thought to bring water? He trudged along the underbrush a bit more before finally finding a log that seemed suitable to rest upon. He leaned against it, not bothering to clear away any of the bugs or moss that had grown upon it. However, the moment he sat down, the log broke away, trapping him in a small crevice filled to the brim with every single bug he'd ever hope to have seen. "NANI?" He struggled to remove himself from log; it's grip on him was very strong. 'AHHHH!" Marth had discovered something new about himself that day; He hated bugs with a passion.
Wolf pulled his craft to a stop a few minutes outside the town. It had grown dark in the hours he had the children, the shadow of night spreading wide across the light areas of the land. Slowly, Wolf removed himself from the craft, trying his best not to disturb the sleeping babies. Placing them carefully into the craft, he closed the hood shut and made sure that the locking mechanism was secure. As quietly as he could, he made his way into the small town. It seemed innocent enough, though he walked only through a dormitory district before reaching the market district. These place did not have names, but were instead named this by Wolf himself, being brought up as a kind of military official. While he was not a master of sneaking around, he managed to make it to a large store that seemed to be filled to the brim with bright pink and blue apparel. "I hate to do this..." he protested loudly. Making his way around to the back, he found a circuit breaker underneath a padlocked door; A door that was very safe until it met Wolf's claws and fangs. "Security..." he said pulling a large red switch, "Off." The building seemed to flicker and die on the inside, leaving every last bit of security, save for any armed guards, useless. Wolf doubted that any guards would be around to protect a children's store, so he calmly walked over to the back door, another useful security measure rendered useless with the slash of one of his nails.
Walking into the large store, he nearly gagged at the sight of so much frilly pink and blue. Almost abandoning his mission because of the lack of any type of thing that didn't resonate with childishness in the store, he disdainfully made his way up and down the aisles, taking things that he knew he would need if the children would be under proper care. He, first, went into an aisle containing large bags that would carry his needed supplies and grabbed the largest one he could possibly find. Then he proceeded to the rest of the store, taking bottle, pacifiers, and various clothes. However, he stopped when he reached the longest aisle of all; diapers. Wolf stood frozen at the end of the aisle, his mouth dropping at first at the size of the aisle, then at the thought of his craft and...the smell...He stood between two things that he would hate the most, the first, his ship getting...dirty...and second...changing diapers. So, he stood there, gaping in awe at both thoughts for about five minuets. "No...they wouldn't...they're bab-" He froze. "That's right...They're babies...All alone in my SHIP!" He, realizing that the two had been alone the ship for far too long now, jolted down the aisle near the section that appeared to be for crawling babies. He looked almost everywhere, but could not find any diapers with a tail installment in them. Thinking, once again, about the children, he decided to worry about the tails later, and grabbed two large packs. Then, reconsidering his options...grabbed four. Even with the added weight, he managed to speed out of the back of the store and down a small side street he had used to originally enter the town, leaving it just as quickly behind as he had arrived.
As he arrived back at the craft, he panted heavily, his entire body under the weight of clothing, bottles, and diapers. Setting everything down next to the ship, he rested for a moment against the cool hull. The night was not cold, but a summer warm; the air a perfect temperature for relaxation. Regaining his breath, he stood up and climbed onto the ship nearing the cockpit. Slowly, again, he opened the cover to see that the two were still fast asleep, having not even moved from the last time he had sat them down. Luckily for him, and for the cleanliness of his ship, Fox laying on his back was the perfect position to attach what had to be attached. Sighing in regret for ever taking the children with him, he climbed back down and picked up one pack of diapers, ripping them open carefully as to not have his claws rip his bounty. As the plastic over them came apart, Wolf looked down with the most disgusted and humiliated face he could have ever possibly created. "Diapers..." he said aloud. It was then that Wolf nearly stood up and walked away, leaving the two children alone for good. He did stand, but he only whirled on his heel and gazed up at the night sky, holding out his arms. "What have I done to deserve this?" he asked the world. He sighed deeply, letting his arms, ears, tail, and spirits drop in the knowledge of what he was about to do. Sighing yet again, he picked out two diapers and walked up the hull of the ship once more, this time as slow as he possibly could. It was not the idea of Fox wearing a diaper that scarred the inner halls of his mind; he had worn one at this young age as well. No, it was the concept of changing him that brought pain and fear into Wolf's heart.
Reaching the babies, he flipped open one of the diapers. Carefully lifting Fox's back legs, he inched the diaper underneath him as quietly as possible. After he set the little one back down gently, he tore the sticky flaps from the side and carefully sized Fox up as to where his tail was. Poking a hole through the diaper at the spot of his tail, he checked to make sure that he was at least able to move the damned thing. Luckily, both Fox and Falco had somehow managed to sleep through every noise he made. Attaching the diaper carefully to Fox, Wolf noticed that the thing fit him near perfectly. He was proud of his outstanding achievement over his fears.He took the second diaper and measured the spot of the hole he needed to make for the rest of Fox's diapers. Walking back down the hull, he smiled. He had finally gotten something down as a parent. He managed to do the same thing just as fast for Falco while both of them still were fast asleep. Finishing his dirty work, he sat down once again at the bottom of the ship with the 4 bags of diapers still surrounding him. Yawning widely, he began making the rest of the diapers for both Fox and Falco through the night.
Wolf awoke to the sound of crying, laying face down in an open diaper. He must have fallen asleep while finishing his midnight task. Standing up and yawning widely, he walked up the ship to check on the children's crying. "Morning, you tw-" He froze mid-sentence. His nostrils had picked it up; The scent that brought all fathers to their knees. Both of the children were crying so loudly, Wolf had no room in his head left to think. He cupped his ears with his paws and nearly broke down, "You're joking, right? Not now...Not yet, God, please not yet..." But his pleas would not change the stench coming from one of the diapers. "No...please...please..." He removed his paws from his ears and picked up Falco. He didn't notice anything different about him. Fox must have woken Falco up with his crying. Putting Falco back onto the seat in the cockpit, he lifted up the wailing Fox. That's when he was hit with more of the horrid stench. Nearly dropping Fox down back onto the seat, Wolf gagged loudly as Fox cried and struggled in his arms. Turning his face the other way, Wolf made his way off the craft again, this time trying not to drop or smell the dirty Fox.
Holding Fox close to him with one arm, he dug around with the other arm through the bag he had taken the night before. Removing a large blue blanket and a pacifier, he spread the blanket out over the ground and lay Fox down, placing the pacifier into his mouth to attempt to calm him down. Fox was now temporarily silenced, but was still kicking and squirming over the blanket. Thinking quickly, Wolf reached next to him into the bag, pulling out baby wipes and powder. Taking a deep breath, and closing his eyes, he slowly pulled back at the tabs on the seemingly clean diaper. Looking away from the scene, he held his breath still and attempted to clean the little fox while facing away from him completely. It only took a few tries to realize that this wasn't going to work. Slowly opening his eyes, he turned to face his fears.
Marth could have sworn he heard someone yell very loudly as he continued to make his way through the woods. His encounter the previous day with his buggy nemesis' changed Marth's view on reality. They had crawled all over him, pricking him with bites and diving deep into the crevices of his body that no other thing should be able to do. He shuddered at the thought of the bugs surrounding him again and...He stopped. He had definitely heard someone yelling for help. Drawing his blade, he ran towards the direction of the yelps.
"YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!" Wolf yelled as he removed and wrapped up the soiled diaper. His gagging had reached it's max. He nearly vomited all over the little Fox from this stench alone. "Damn this sensitive nose..." Wolf said aloud as he finished cleaning and powdering Fox. Fox had stopped squirming and struggling with Wolf and was now limp, letting Wolf finish his task. Fox stared up at Wolf with a face that Wolf knew could only be appreciation and happiness. As Wolf attached the fresh diaper, he caught glimpse of Fox's innocent face. He smirked, not in a caring way, but in a I-can't-believe- I-just-did-that kind of way. After Wolf was done, he leaned in closer to Fox and whispered into his ear, "I know you don't understand a thing I'm saying..." he said softly, "But, please...Never again." Wolf knew it was hopeless to ask such a thing from a baby. Standing up and staring down at Fox, who was now clapping his paws together happily and smiling behind his pacifier, he went back up the ship to get Falco. With Falco and Fox both laying on the mat, Wolf took a moment to lay back. He was till tired from working through the night, but knew that had he not done a thing, his ship would have been an utter disaster by now. However, Wolfs moment of peace was interrupted by the twitching of his ears. Someone was fast approaching his current location. He stood up quickly, deciding fast that protecting two children from any sort of Primid. Gathering both the children in the blanket and carrying them along with the bag and diapers up to the cockpit, He stuffed the bag and supplies behind the seat as best he could and closed the hood, keeping both the children in his lap. Setting his tracking controls to his own personalized target, "Fox's Location", his ship had began moving on it's own, the autopilot starting up and sending him back to the ruined castle and towards Fox's abandoned ship.
Marth had arrived too late. Whoever was in danger was being lifted off in a ship and taken away. Focusing his attention upon the cockpit of the craft, he made out the profile of someone that seemed very familiar. He stepped forward to see better, but just as soon slipped upon something that his nose only picked up on now. Laying on the ground, he stared down at the strange white bag that was over his foot. He leaned forward and removed it with his hand...and too his displeasure... "NANI?"
Oh Wolf, you polluting jerk. XD
(Thanks for all the support, everyone!)