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"Oy, Technodon. I know you're back there somewhere!" The Sandslash waddled deeper in the workshop filled with elaborate, half-finished mechanical wonders. "I got a rush job for you. Hey! Come out!"

Pushing through a net of frayed cables and wires he finally found the Rhydon deep in thought.

"Hey, buddy. Come on, you can't ignore your best client my guy." He tapped the Rhydon with a claw. "Need this done ASAP. Hello?"

Technodon gave his client a lukewarm wave without even turning around. Before the Sandslash could retort a panel was ripped off and cast aside, revealing the circuitry of some metallic behemoth.

"You gonna pay me any attent-" The Rhydon raised a single finger, silencing him. Curiosity got the better of the Sandslash and he trotted over to see what was so captivating.

It was a literal nightmare of fried boards, semiconductors, and plugs.

"Some kind of uh, generator...?"

The Rhydon half shrugged. Multi-tool in hand he poked and prodded while a scanner in his headset beeped. Nodding and grumbling to himself, Technodon punched some data into a holo-keyboard with his other hand and put the multi-tool away.

"Should be salvageable. If not, scrap has a decent price right now. And the turbine inside is mostly intact." He turned around only to stumble back in shock. "Goddamn it Greg, what are you doing here?"

"Buddy. I've been here the whole time." The Sandslash tapped his foot impatiently and before hurrying back to the front of the shop. "If you're done fiddling with your oversized washing machine I got some work for you."

"It's a disabled receiver. Got it for cheap overseas. Free delivery."

"Yeah yeah. Cool. Listen, take a look at my baby." Greg pointed at the lopsided mech standing in the doorway. "Got into a bit of a scrap. Came on top of course your handiwork never fails but didn't come out unscathed."

"Greg, what the Hell did you do?" Technodon was already inspecting a warped knee socket while his eyepiece screeched quietly. "You did not get into a "scrap", and it certainly wasn't just one."

"Guilty as charged boss. But that's not important. What's important is your payment upfront, plus the rush bonus, and a tip for being such a great guy." The Sandslash shuffled forward and shoved a bundle of bills into the back pocket of Technodon's work suit and patted it before pausing. "The Hell is this Don? You hoarding money in your ass?"

A claw pointed at the flap of fabric poking out of the Rhydon's pants. "Don, is, is that a diaper?"

It was a good thing Technodon was facing the other way, and wearing a mask otherwise someone might have seen him blush with embarrassment. "It lets me keep working without breaks. More efficient." He had already hooked up a series of blinking computer monitors nearby to the mech while dragging over a clunky generator.

Greg wrinkled his nose. "Ok. TMI. But you do you man, just, keep uh, doing what you do." That failed to elicit a response. "So uh, when can I get The Slash back in action?"

"Half a week. Probably five days." Sparks flew as an electric handsaw's screams filled the workshop.

"Hey! I paid for a rush job!"

"Hey, you really did a number on this one." The Rhydon swivelled around and lifted his welding mask up an inch. "Seriously, do you know how many parts I'm going to need to order just to fix the power banks and connected systems? Your plating is toast and half the sensors are fused together. How is this thing in one piece?"

"Because you made it! Come on man! I know you ca-"

But the battered mech was already being hoisted into the air. The clanking of chains drowned out the Sandslash's protests as Technodon rose slowly in a lift to better examine the underside.

"Listen! Don! My man! Hey!"

The only response was the squeak of metal rubbing against itself and pneumatic hissing as Technodon returned to the shop floor to grab additional tools. Greg dashed over and slapped two more bundles of cash into the other back pocket. This time the Rhydon paused.

"Ok! Ok! I get it! I fucked up! Here's a double bonus!"

"When do you need it by Greg?"

"Tomorro-"

"Three days."

"Don you're killing me here!" The Sandslash was in hysterics, "Ok! Fine fine! Take it all! Jesus Don!" He threw three more bundles down and with a sign the Rhydon reluctantly started counting the cash.

"You need it that bad eh?"

"Don't trust anyone other than you my guy. You're the best of the best and everyone knows it."

"I'm going to be up all night fixing this up, you're not my only client you know? I'm going to need to call in a few favours." Technodon rubbed his temples and sighed, "I hate it when you bring these back in these in such crap condition."

"Ships are safest in harbor but that's not what ships are for Don!" The Sandslash was already halfway out the door, "You got your diaper, you got your cash. Make it happen man, I'll be in before noon!"

And then Greg was gone. Leaving the Rhydon to his mechanical wonders and a giant pile of cash.

He sighed again. This would be rough, he was already behind schedule, half a dozen other clients needed things done, but if he could survive the next 24 hours he'd be able to finance over half of his next pet project.

"I'm going to need to make some calls..." His headset activated and he began talking while he fired off messages on one monitor and placed orders on another. Within half an hour several oversized crates were outside with delivery crews yelling at each other.

Autonomous drones dismantled deliveries and signed orders while Technodon slaved away in the back. It was only midday and limbs were exhausted and his normally focused mind was beginning to waver.

He glanced at the stimulants in the corner. They always did a number on his stomach but the mental and energy boosts they provided were undeniable. And especially at crunch time like this it might be worth the risk.

Picking one up he quickly skimmed through the ingredients and warnings. He was allergic to a handful of additives and nearly all of the preservatives. Wincing at the hiss as he opened one the stench quickly spread.

As if to warn him one last time his gut gurgled. This would not be pretty, but would it be worse than disappointing some of his best paying clients? Probably not.

Scrunching his face he poured the drink into his mouth and swallowed as fast as he could to reduce the amount tasted. It didn't help but it was the thought that counted right? The artificial sweeteners clung to his teeth and the aftertaste of drain cleaner burned his throat. But even as he coughed it down he could feel his mind clearing and the fatigue melting away.

Time to get to work.

Recalling a third of his drones he quickly reassigned them to do crude work on other projects. The delivery people could wait for signatures and he could do the fine-tuning as the drones finished the bulk of more mundane work.

If he could continue working at this pace, he could coast off the stimulant for another 4 hours and then power through with a quick nap right before midnight. Whatever remaining work could be done when he woke up.

"Technodon, good afternoon!"

Shit.

A grizzled Nidoking strode into the workshop and waved with his artificial arm as Technodon bent over to haul another crate for unpacking. Both the Rhydon's brain and stomach groaned, this was the second worse timing that could have happened.

"Sir Julius, what do I owe this pleasure?" Something bubbled in Technodon's lower gut and he started flexing and twisting his abdominal muscles to suppress the discomfort while shaking the Nidoking's extended hand.

"Please, just call me Jules. We are close enough for that no? You've done so much for me!" The Nidoking laughed and flexed his arm, "And I am hoping that you can do a bit more for me again!"

"My sche-"

"And I am more than willing to pay, not just in cash, but I have a fantastic tip for you too my friend!" Julius pulled out a baseball sized orb from his briefcase and Technodon's heart stopped. The Nidoking grinned and pressed it into the Rhydon's palm. "I am certain you know what this is."

"Where, w-what? How?!"

"It is of no importance! Just know that I am very grateful for what you have done and continue to do. Consider it, a retainer, advanced payment, a gift! I care not. Just know that there is more where it came from!" He winked with his artificial eye.

Even through the thick work gloves Technodon could feel the heat radiating from the orb. More accurately, it was a very rare ore. Just scraping and analyzing one of the many veins running along the surface of the alien mineral would reduce research times for several projects by weeks. Processing a milligram could provide enough fuel to power his entire workshop for a month.

Selling a refined bulb this size could pay for all his workshop expenses for a year.

"What did you need done Julius? And when by?"

The Nidoking smiled brightly and signaled for a squad of Nidoran couriers. With a bow they deposited something wrapped in a tarp. Without even opening it Technodon knew what it was and what it was for.

"Is it your anniversary so soon already Sir?"

"Just call me Jules!" He threw his head back and laughed, "Yes, yes it is. And the missus wants me rocksteady for tomorrow night. If you know what I mean. Wink wink. Nudge nudge."

Technodon was having trouble controlling his breathing. The stress and excitement was startling to get to him and suddenly a hiss escaped from his work suit. The Rhydon froze and praying no one noticed he quickly responded to the smiling Nidoking.

"Oh course. Your patronage has helped me many times. It shall be ready for pick up early tomorrow afternoon."

"Very good!" Reaching into his suit blazer Julius withdrew a cheque and inserted it into the Rhydon's pocket, "I am certain that this will be sufficient, even without the ore. But there's more where that came from, especially if the missus has a good time."

He turned to leave as Technodon nodded once, not wanting any extraneous movements to jostle his rumbling guts. He clenched his sphincter even harder as the Nidoking suddenly paused and sniffed the air, frowning.

"My apologies Tech, it appears some of my servants need to learn their manners." Scrowling, he kicked the nearest Nidoran tumbling into the ground, "Disgusting. We're going to have a chat about manners when we return."

As terrible as it was, the Rhydon was grateful that someone had been around to assign the blame to. How embarrassing it would be to soil himself in front of a client, it was bad enough that Greg found out about his diapers.

The stakes were even higher now and more than ever Technodon wished his mechanical clone was operational. He pushed it too hard during the last series of rush orders and there was no way the liquified hands would be operational in time.

He stared at the ore and sighed even deeper. If he had a day, no, even 12 hours he could fabricate something functional and get Robodon to help. Why didn't Julius come in earlier with the mineral? Actually, why did everyone wait until the last minute to drop it?

"You'd think that the quadruple charge on rush orders would have stopped them but nooo..." Technodon sighed as he muttered to himself. His schedule would need to be revised again and just interacting with the Nidoking had drained him.

Dare he consume a second stimulant?

There would be no time for a nap at this rate. He'd have to recall even more drones at this rate and even push some to take care of some detailed work. They'd be ruined by the end of the day but it would be a necessary sacrifice. But worst of all could his intestines handle it?

The lack of a proper meal was starting to show its effects and nutrient paste was nourishing but it too was probably causing the stomach complaints. And to introduce a second dosage of drugs into his system could prove disastrous.

But he didn't have a choice. Even if the cramps went from 15 to 5 minute intervals he would have to endure it. There was no way he'd finish everything on time unless he started preparing for an all-nighter at maximum capacity.

Cracking open not one, but two more cans he rapidly choked down as much as he could handle without vomiting. Excess stimulant spilled onto his chin and onto the workfloor as he discarded the cans to the side. The energy was already coursing through his veins and if he didn't hurry it would be wasted as tremors and shakes.

To say that the next 4 hours were a blur was an understatement. His hands were a furious storm of swapped tools and lines of code. Drones were being ordered to dispose of the corpses of their comrades only to fizzle out and collapse moments later. One by one, orders were complete and to Technodon's amazement his stomach had stopped complaining.

Even more fortunate was that no one had come by to visit. Was entirely possible that he allocated a significant number of the generators in powering a prototype cloaking field but hey, he couldn't risk having anyone else come in unannounced today.

He was not only going to make it, but he was even going to go to bed before the sun rose if he maintained this pace. He allowed himself a small smile and a second to relax. But in that single moment everything suddenly came crashing down and the Rhydon was powerless to stop it.

Like a dam breaking apart an earth-shattering rumble startled Technodon and he scrambled to the nearest machine only to realize that the sound had come from him when the smell slapped him in the face.

Acrid vapors had somehow managed to permeate both the diaper and his work suit. Choking from the smell he inadvertently bumped his aching belly into a bench. The pain and pressure suddenly increased tenfold as another storm of gas ripped through his intestines.

Technodon gripped a nearby shelf to try and stabilize himself but accidentally ripped it off in the process as his legs quivered from the force in which the flatulence reverberated as it exited his body. Like a jet engine the blast drowned out all the activity in the shop and echoed off the walls.

He was wheezing now, beads of sweat running down his cheeks and next. Bracing himself for the next barrage both ends of his body roared as more noxious fumes filled the air. His eyes watered and his sinuses burned. It had never been this bad, but he had never drank so much stimulant in such a short time either.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes of this before it finally sputtered out with a coughing wheeze. His diaper felt damp and his asshole felt loose from all the exertion and Technodon could barely smell the gas anymore, possibly because he was going noseblind.

Was it over? On unsteady legs he stood up and immediately regretted the decision.

"Oh no, no no, oh god, shit!"

Shit was right. There was no way that he could reach the bathroom in time. And even if he could, it would take minutes to remove the suit and diaper. Minutes that he just didn't have. Propping himself up against a wall he steeled body and mind for what was next.

It was like a slurry, it burned, and came in unending waves. Even if he had the willpower to hold it back it was unlikely that his sphincter would have survived. And then the farting came back, further accelerating the rate in which his bowels were being emptied.

The Rhydon collapsed on the floor from all the straining and his lower half landed with a wet smack. Wait, what? Twisting his head to the size he could see the legs of his work suit taking on stains of a splotchy ochre. How bad was this? How could it have flooded the diaper? Was it eating through the fabric?

No, it was clearly leaking from multiple points. What felt like a river of shit was running down to his ankles. Had the diaper contents just overflowed and forced itself out from any and all openings?

Retching from the fresh sensory assault he pushed himself onto his elbows only to fire off another round of miasma. Something was clearly wrong with the diaper as he could feel and hear something wet slapping against his work pants.

And just as suddenly as it started, it ended. If it wasn't for the pungent stench in the air, the soggy undergarments, and the cramping in his gut it would have been like nothing happened. The warmth in his workboots was most likely and unfortunately from the leakage too.

Thank god it was over. Technodon lay there, limbs splayed out and just hoped that nothing else would leak out. That is, until he inadvertently emptied his bladder.

He was beyond caring, as another ripple of warmth cascaded over his groin and added to the putrid sludge. With one final insult the last whistle left his bottom, bubbling through the muck in the diaper.

The diaper was definitely obliterated. He could hear the urine splattering against the crotch of his work suit and it was mixing in with all the shit collected in the legs. Even just pushing himself up from the ground resulted in a deluge of the effluent to slosh onto the shop floor.

At the very least the Rhydon was grateful that no one was around to witness the embarrassing performance. Nothing organic anyways. The drones had continued with their duties as if nothing had happened, thank god they didn't have any recording functions.

Finally getting up he realized he was also crashing mentally. Enough. He had got the bulk of the work done and the bots could handle the rest while he recuperated. Limping to the wash station he realized he was leaving a brown, sloppy trail behind with each step. Sighing, he commanded a few drones to begin cleanup and ventilation of the shop.

No one else would ever know what transpired, and with the upcoming payday Technodon hoped it would never have to transpire ever again.