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"Live fast". Those two words were Argon's motto. It was what drove him from an IT sys admin at Tangent to the fringes of the society. Where lawbreakers, rebels, console cowboys and the rest of the detritus from the Hive lived. Out of sight and out of mind for the rich and powerful in their glass and concrete citadels.

And it was what he was doing, dodging Nortons, pilfering data and generally causing havoc within a company's networks at the behest of some anonymous benefactor. It was an adrenaline rush that he craved; the thrill of the chase and the hunt.

"Die young". The second part of the cliché phrase struck the young Badger with painful clarity as he was forcefully pulled out of cyberspace and into the stinking apartment that was his home. Synthetic light from the various monitors and displays revealed a variety of electronic goods, gutted and splayed out like fish sold dockside. He gritted his teeth as an invisible dagger plunged into his chest, sending waves of pain radiating through his upper body and shoulder.

Argon pressed a button on his prosthetic arm and the spent medicine cartridge was ejected, landing on the floor with a gentle clink. He reached over to a hastily ripped open box on the table next to him and grabbed one of the fat glass vials with its water-white contents sloshing about. The Badger gently fingered the item as if it were a precious gem before he slid it into the loading port of his prosthesis -- an action not unlike that of loading a gun. Almost immediately, he felt his pain receded away and a pleasant fuzzy warmth wash over him as his stress and troubles faded out of existence like ghostly images on a powered down computer display.

But even then, the empty box on his bedside table was a harsh reminder to the reality he lived in. That cartridge would provide him with only four hours of bliss; he'd have to go get a fresh supply. Groaning, he got up from his bed. A familiar warm wetness at his groin indicated that he had urinated on himself...again. It was an all too common occurrence for him; as evidenced by the opened pack of adult diapers next to his bed. He tossed the pungent blankets off of him, revealing him to be stark naked save for a swollen and yellowed diaper around his groin. Muttering something that could be the products of an opiate addled brain or cyberspace withdrawal, he headed into the bathroom to wash the stink of BO and piss off his fur.

A few minutes later, Argon emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of bitter-spicy steam. A gentle patina of water shone on a tan furred body before it was removed with a quick swipe with a towel that was then unceremoniously tossed into the corner with the other debris of his life. With the casual air of someone logging onto their email account, he picked up a fresh diaper and began donning it. When Argon was finished diapering himself, he looked down at the padding between his legs with its design reminiscent of circuitry schematics. The Badger shrugged and grabbed a pair of pants that had been haphazardly draped over the back of his computer chair and put them on; it was an action that seemed oddly foreign to him. The garment did very little to hide the bulge of his diaper but everyone in the Hive minded their own business.

Argon tossed on a scraggly t-shirt and got his belongings together. His stomach growled out a reminder that he hadn't eaten for several hours. In the corner of the apartment was a sink stacked with dirty plates in a miniature imitation of the Hive's towering skyscrapers. He was struck with the decision to order something or head out. Like an embarrassing search history, the memory of his last decision to order take out came back to haunt him. Needless to say, their decision to have a female voice answering the phone coupled with his shyness (and horniness) resulted in him being blacklisted from that particular eatery.

"Fuck it," he muttered. "I'll grab something to eat instead." Leaving behind the musty confines of his apartment, he headed out onto the streets of the Hive.

***

Standing outside his favorite dive bar, Argon took a deep draw of the bitter, industrial air and listened to the daily grind of the Hive. Languages from all across the world blended with traffic into an eclectic salad. An erratically blinking, bullet riddled neon sign reading "De Kard" was the only indication that this building was a bar and not an industrial site.

Opening the door and stepping into the smoky confines of the club, Argon was immediately greeted with the heavy scent of fried foods and slightly rancid cooking oil. The cosmopolitan sounds of the Hive were replaced with the screeching guitars, hammering electronic beats and rough Cantonese vocals of Screaming Wire, a Hong Kong industrial rock band that was rather popular with the rougher edges of society.

The Badger took a seat at his usual place at the bar, diaper crinkling as he did so. He cracked open a stained menu and looked over the offerings. Finally settling on a light meal and drink, he tapped his fingers on the bar top.

Argon got a hell of a surprise when the bartender who approached him was a stunningly attractive Leopard Gecko. The Gecko was clearly an Augment as evidenced by the spots on their body that seemed to shift colors and pulse in time to the music.

"What will it be?" the Gecko asked.

Argon stared dumbly, blinking in shock at the Gecko's voice -- a contralto as smoky as the Hive's atmosphere. His loins stirred inside his damp diaper at her voice.

"Erm." He fiddled with the access panel on his prosthesis in an attempt as he tried to avoid making direct eye contact. Damn it! he swore internally. Spit it out already! Already, he could feel his heart rate speeding up and his face heating up.

Despite the abrasive industrial rock and the bustle of the bar, it seemed like a veil of silence had enrobed the duo.

Maybe I should have tried to find a takeout place that'll still deliver.

"Hey, you going to order?"

Argon snapped out of his shyness induced paralysis. Feeling like a computer that had just blue screened and been rebooted, he spoke. "A catfish burger and a Boot And Nuke."

"Coming right up." As the bartender took his order down on a tablet, Argon wondered what today was going to be like. It was then he noticed a rather familiar diapered Compsognathus sitting at one of the booths. Sighing, he took a handful of the peanuts in the steel dish at the bar.

His fingers whirred softly as he tapped out a command on an invisible keyboard, as if in an attempt to make his lunch arrive sooner. He heard the sound of retching as a Human male vomited into a potted plant next to the front door. Cheers and hoots of approval from the crowd of roughnecks that he had rejoined indicated their opinion of his action.

A purple-feathered Deinonychus had arrived. The raptor in question seemed to be a bit confused at the squalor of De Kard but soon opted to take a seat in a booth in the back corner.

Argon chuckled softly. Probably a tourist who'll end up with all their shit stolen in a few hours. He munched on some more peanuts.

"Your order." The Badger saw the Gecko placing his requested items in front of him. The burger was perfectly grilled with the faint earthy odor characteristic of catfish. Fries glistening with grease accompanied the dish. The final item was a glass of a liquid that looked like water but had a slight oiliness to it -- and smelled like the inside of an electronics factory.

Argon took a massive bite of the burger, lettings its juices run down his chin. He wiped away the grease with the back of his hand and licked it off his fingers. A handful of the fries made their way to his mouth. The Badger followed that up with a mouthful of the Boot and Nuke.

The burning liquid eased its way down his throat and warmed up his stomach. Almost immediately, he could feel a pleasant tingling warmth all over his body. He then got to work consuming the rest of his meal.

***

Half an hour later, Argon headed out of De Kard and back to his apartment. His diaper sloshed about with each step on the concrete sidewalks of the Hive. Sighing, he unlocked the door to his apartment and was greeted with the familiar musky odor of his apartment.

Not bothering to change out of his clothes, he flopped down onto his bed, plugged in his prosthetic's charging cable and drifted off to sleep.

***

Several hours later, the Badger pushed himself off from the bed and unhooked himself from the charger. His diaper rapidly dampened and warmed as the action caused his weakened bladder to give way. Grabbing a new diaper and laying down on the grimy carpeting, he got to work changing himself. The sound of ripping tapes was heard and the odor of stale urine filled the apartment as the diaper flopped open with an audible squish. Argon wiped himself clean and balled up the thoroughly drenched diaper, leaving it on the ground. He opened the loading port on his arm and sighed.

"Shit. Empty," he muttered, closing the port back up. "Well, hope my dealer's got a new shipment in."

Argon trudged out of his apartment and into the elevator that would take him to the lobby where he could catch a cab to the Commercial District.

***

The Badger rubbed his eyes as the synthetic light from the billboards and signs bathed the streets of the Commercial District. It was a second sunrise as nightclubs, street vendors and seedy shops opened their doors to welcome the throngs of party goers and the nocturnal debauchery that followed. And unsurprisingly, there were takers as revelers of all species lined up by the entrances. Gritty electronic music of all flavors blended with languages from all around the world to form the eclectic soundtrack of the Hive.

Argon looked over the glaring billboards, trying to find the right one. The sharp light pierced his bleary eyes but he soon found it -- a shop with a sign that displayed an attractive Human female touting the benefits of some herbal supplement. Making a beeline for the aforementioned store, he opened the door and was greeted with the earthy-wood odor of dried roots, dried bark and other assorted herbaceous goods emanating from the roots, fruits and shoots in cardboard drums and plastic boxes that formed ad hoc aisles within the store.

The Badger pointedly ignored the herbal goodies and approached the proprietor, a Pangolin who was busy drinking some kind of foul smelling herbal brew.

"Erm," Argon said. "I'm here to pick up, erm...the goods."

The Pangolin nodded and pointed to a door that was clearly marked "Employees Only". "Up there, you get what you looking for." Judging by his accent, he was probably a recent arrival to the Hive.

The Badger did as he was instructed to, opening the door and ascending the staircase into a rather nicely carpeted room with cushioned chairs. The scent of incense hung in the room. Argon blinked his eyes as the purple feathered Deinonychus he had seen at De Kard walked in from a door at the back room.

Argon shied away and nervously twiddled his fingers. "Uh, I need to go get my stuff," he said.

The raptor chittered and then spoke in a smooth, yet somewhat menacing baritone. "No need, I got it here," he said. The raptor then reached into a pouch he had dangling from his neck and pulled out a familiar glass vial.

The sight of said vial reminded Argon that the one he had loaded before was empty and that the opiates would be wearing off soon. "How much?" the Badger asked. His arm was starting to shake as drugs began to wear off. Soon, he was going to be hit with rebound pain that could only be described as excruciating.

The raptor swished his tail, making his diaper crinkle. "Make an offer and I'll see what I can get."

Argon's arm shook as he reached inside his pocket and opened his wallet. A few credit chits were taken out and handed to the raptor who began scanning them on a portable reader.

The Deinonychus bobbed his head. "I see, 10,000 creds, huh? Well, I think I can get you a good dose. He then licked his teeth. "Oh, one other thing." The raptor turned his back to the Badger and raised his tail, exposing his cloaca.

The Badger's eyes widened in shock. "What...Uh, ah...." His words soon disintegrated into the murmurings of a drug addled brain.

The raptor growled softly. "You do this or the deal is off."

As if compelled by some outside force, Argon approached the raptor and gently touched his cloaca. He noticed that it was featherless and rather soft to the touch. The raptor rumbled in pleasure as Argon's finger gently rubbed around his hole. The Badger's ministrations soon caused the raptor's shaft to peek out of his cloaca.

Argon shot a fresh, hot burst of piss into his diaper when he took the Deinonychus's cock in his hand and was rewarded with a menacing growl. "Your mouth," he rumbled.

The Badger meekly nodded and took the raptor's shaft into his mouth. The strong animal musk of the Deinonychus assaulted his tongue and went up his nose as he slowly ran his tongue along the base of the raptor's shaft.

Seeing as he didn't get growled at, Argon decided to continue along this track, mixing in sucking with tongueplay and even a few scrapes with his sharp teeth. Mentally, Argon was kicking himself for this, seeing as he was sucking off a raptor for his drugs. Physically, he could feel his own stiff rod poking at the warm, squishy confines of his diaper and his loins itched for a release.

He reached down with a free hand and grabbed the bulge at the front of his diaper and began stroking. His body shivered and more of the raptor's cock found its way into his mouth as he continued sucking. Already, Argon could feel some pre leaking into his diaper from the stroking. Was I really that pent-up? he thought.

Regardless, he continued sucking, even though the warmth in his body was starting to be replaced with a faint, pulsing ache.

And before he knew it, a pleasurable shockwave tore through Argon's body as spurt after spurt of cum sprayed into his diaper. Even the hot, gooey blast of raptor jizz that shot down his throat followed by a surprisingly loud roar didn't diminish the pleasant post-orgasm afterglow.

The raptor chittered as he pulled his organ out from Argon's gaping muzzle. "Very good," he said. "Now then, how about we finish this deal?"

Argon was laying on the carpeted floor with a sticky diaper and a white stained muzzle. His orgasm-addled mind didn't even notice what the raptor had said. Hell, he didn't even care that his body ached.

Maybe he could get used to this.