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Alexander awoke to a flurry of heat signatures around him. Reshifting his eyes, he gazed about the room. The first thing that greeted his vision were steel bars. He sat in a sizable cage that seemed to be the central display to the lab. Almost every piece of equipment seemed to have several wires leading directly to underneath his cage. Several lab technicians milled about the various electronic devices, and attention quickly drew toward him as he started to stir.

"Specimen 1412 is regaining consciousness, sir." came a voice. Alexander looked to the source to a young otter addressing an elderly looking badger. The badger stepped forward, squinting at the specimen with milky eyes. "Ah, so you are awake. Greetings, my name is Professor Marker."

Alexander sighed, "These bars are electrified, aren't they?"

The badger nodded. "Correct, Specimen."

"Is there really a reason why you people can't just use my name?"

"My apologies, but protocol dictates that I call you by your designation. Specimen 1412, your observations are correct. The bars are wired to arc fourteen kilovolts of electricity at your resonant frequency. Any attempt to break out of your cage will be met with disciplinary actions-"

"In compliance with Interrogation Appendix J?"

"Captivity Appendix Kilo."

"Of course."

"Wonderful..." Alexander sighed, slumping his tentacles. The elderly badger held up his hand, "Please, Specimen. Do not misunderstand. I don't wish to harm you. As long as you cooperate, I can assure you we will do whatever we can to make your observations as agreeable as possible."

"I already answered the questions I can. If you're going to ask me the same things, you're going to get the same answer. I don't care how "agreeable" you are, the good cop bad cop schtick isn't working. You may as well press the button and hold it down until I'm dead." Alexander said.

The badger smiled, almost amused. "Please, Specimen. Your observations are not interrogations. The Facility has no knowledge of who or what you are, so your observations are utilized to determine just that. We will ask no questions of you that do not pertain to that."

"My name is Alexander. That's who I am..." the shapeshifter trailed off.

"And would exactly what you are be one of the pieces of information you cannot divulge to us?"

"Yes, but not for why you think. I cannot tell you what I am, because I don't know myself..."

"Interesting..." Professor Marker said. He turned to the otter, "Did you get that." "On the record, sir."

"Good..." Professor Marker turned back to Alexander.

"So, specimen. In the interest of keeping you alive for study, might I ask, what exactly do you derive sustenance from? We have been observing you ever since your interrogation, and our scanners can make neither heads nor tails of you. From your biochemical composition, you seem to be able to break down and digest most anything. But we are just going off of the chemicals we can detect in your body, we have no knowledge exactly how you feed or what to feed you."

"Do you have the tapes of my first interrogation?"

"Indeed... Am I to assume that your assault on Professor Hathaway was of a nutritional nature?" the Professor said, giving the shapeshifter a quizzical look.

"While yes, what I did to the dear Professor Hathaway was more my annoyance than anything else, the methods I used are, in general, what I use to feed."

"You feed on people..."

"Yes. I don't know exactly what I derive from them, I usually eat the whole person... but yes. I generally eat people."

"Intriguing..."

Alexander watched as the scientists milled about around his cage.

"Spectroanalysis confirmed sir." came a soft voice from across the room. A small mouse girl stood over a machine rife with blinking LED lights. "We detect trace amounts of Dr Hathaway's DNA from his chemical composition."

Professor Marker sighed, nodding his head. "Rodre. Go tell Operations Manager that we're going to need a D-Class feeder... Specimen 1412 is Class 4 carnivorous."

"D-Class feeder?"

"The Facility has taken great interest in you, and we are tasked with keeping you alive. I am head of this Operation that is to find out what makes you tick so we can ensure that we don't accidentally kill you while the others try and extract the information you want. You are not the first Specimen to feed as such, and we have personnel reserved for that fact."

"...You keep people around whose sole purpose is to be fed to man-eating monsters?"

The elderly badger turned around and walked off, stopping to talk to the otter again. "See to it the proper clearance for a feeder is obtained, and put a priority four rush on it. I don't want to lose my job because you let the specimen starve to death because the paperwork was held up..."

"Right, sir."

Alexander watched the Professor leave and started watching the various scientists that attended the machines hooked up to his cage. Attempts at communication with them were met with the scientists avoiding eye contact and shaking their head. "You guys don't talk much, do you?" Alexander asked to no one in particular.

A time passed. Alexander could not tell how many hours. He was bad with time, but the crushing boredom made every second seem like an eternity as he was watched the scientists observing him changed shifts three times before Professor Marker came back. "Still with us, Specimen?"

"Decidedly." answered Alexander.

"Excellent."

A large tarp was thrown over Alexander's cage. He could not see through it, as it was designed to block out even his heat senses. He was in a cold, black void as he felt his cage start to move. He felt himself being wheeled around for a short time before he heard the distinct sound of a keycard being swiped.

"Specimen 1412 on transport to feeding chamber three."

"Specimen cleared for access."

Alexander felt himself being pushed forward again, and with a lurch, he suddenly stopped. He heard a series of mechanical clicks and hisses before the tarp was pulled away, and one side of his cage slid to the side.

A voice ran out. A female voice. "Hello!? What is that!? What's going on here!?"

Alexander's curiosity was piqued. The shapeshifter warily moved toward the opening, and found that his caged had docked with a wall. He maneuvered through the opening, and found himself in a sort of pen area. He was in a room remarkably similar to the first interrogation room he'd found himself in.

However, instead of an interrogator and a desk behind the glass wall, there was a slender bat girl standing on the other side. She was frantically banging against the large metal door behind her before she realized she wasn't alone. She glanced around and then pressed herself back against the wall. "Oh god! WHAT IS THAT!? What the hell is that!?"

Alexander looked around. The room was steel like the second interrogation room, he assumed it was to "persuade" him into getting back into the cage. Being herded like an animal, Alexander felt insulted. He looked at the security camera on the other side of the glass wall.

"Is this my feeder?" Alexander asked aloud to the security camera.

Surprisingly, no voice came over the PA system, except for a loud mechanical hiss.

"Feeder?" the bat said, confused as to the fact that the tentacle monster in front of her talked, and the fact that she didn't seem to grasp that she was food. Her voice grew increasingly frantic as the glass door started sliding to the side. "WHAT!? NO! OH GOD, PLEASE! OPEN THE DOOR! HELP ME!"

She started beating the door behind her, sending reverberations throughout the entire room. Alexander couldn't help but be impressed at the display of desperate strength. He advanced toward her. His food renewed her pounding with increased desperation as she pleaded to the security camera. "Oh god... It's getting closer! HELP! Somebody help me! PLEASE! Open the door!"

The bat girl sank to the floor as her voice broke, giving way to sobs. "Someone... open the door... please... "

Alexander saw tears streaming down the girl's face. Her voice was failing her, giving way to desperate squeaks as she gasped for air. She clung to the door handle unforgivingly, yet it did not budge.

Alexander surveyed the girl. She was clad in an orange shirt and pants with a barcode on them. Prisoner's garb. So, Alexander thought, that's where they get their "feeders."

The tentacle monster snaked out a tentacle to touch the girl in front of her. Her wing membrane hung under her arms, which were still clutching the doorknob. Her ears were pressed flat against her head, and her face was frozen in fear, her eyes shut tight as she felt Alexander loom over her. He touched her shoulder, and the girl flinched hard. "Ah!" she gave a short scream at the touch, and then sobbed again.

Through the tentacle on her ear, Alexander whispered to the girl. Directly into her ear, "Do you want to live?"

The girl answered with a sob. Alexander continued, "Good. Now I can let you live, or I can eat you here..."

The bat girl beneath him took a deep breath, and readied herself to speak before Alexander whispered hastily, "Do not speak. Just nod your head. Do you want to live?"

The girl nodded frantically.

"I'm going to need you to give yourself to me. Do not fight me, do not resist me. Give yourself to me in your entirety and I can ensure you live to see tomorrow."

The girl remained silent, before whispering back. It was a pained, confused sound. "I don't know what you mean..."

Alexander wrapped a tentacle around her neck, causing her to shiver and whimper with fear. "Give yourself to me, and I can get us out of here. But it will hurt. Probably the most pain you'll ever feel... or I can end you quick." Alexander gave her neck a squeeze, cutting short her labored breathing.

"Shake your head no if you refuse, and I will give you a painless death... Nod your head yes, and give yourself to me. It will be excruciating, but you will live to be free again. You're dead anyway, might as well take the chance, no? Do you have what it takes to survive?"

The bat girl nodded her head, wanting to live more than anything else in the world.

"Excellent..." Alexander whispered.

The shapeshifter brought his tentacles to bear again, shifting several hooks to tear away the girl's clothing.

****

Off in the observation room, watching Alexander's feeding session through the security footage, Professor Marker turned away from the display. A young fox adjusted the view settings on the camera, before speaking up, "Professor. 1412 seems to be doing the same thing it did to Professor Hathaway."

Marker scoffed. "I don't care if the Specimen likes to play with its food. Just let me know when it's over with. I really don't care to watch the disgusting act..."

"Right, sir."

****

The bat girl was caught completely off guard. Alexander had restrained her wrists and ankles. He forced her to the ground, the tentacle on her neck keeping her head down. He used the tentacles on her ankles to position her legs so that her shapely hind quarters were sticking alluringly in the air. Her scent hit him and only served to stir him into a frenzy. However, Alexander knew he had to keep control of himself. He let her scent stir him to arousal, and started salivating. Or rather, that's what he would have equated it to. His tentacles started to produce a clear slime in copious amounts. He dripped this slime over the bat girl's naked form.

She whimpered as she felt herself being coated. Alexander found her wincing at every turn, wondering when the agony he promised would come. He did not blame her, and in fact, felt very remorseful as to what he had to do. Unfortunately, he needed her to suffer. He promised to make it up to her when their ordeal was done.

Once she was coated in his slime, he set to work. He positioned himself over her, obscuring her from view of the security camera, and procured more tentacles. Two he formed into tiny suction cups. He wrapped them around the base of the bat girl's breasts and placed the suckers on her nipples. Applying a light suction, he teased them to full arousal. Next, he shifting a phallic, ribbed tentacle. He rubbed this along her sex, which was already slick from both his slime and her forced arousal from the attention her nipples were receiving. He slid the ribbed tentacle slowly inside her, eliciting a small moan in addition to the whimpers. Alexander could not help but enjoy himself. She was making the loveliest of noises.

Yet another tentacle formed into segmented spheres, which he started to slide into her rear end, stretching on her ass in a way that caused her to cry out in pleasure as each successive sphere was pushed into her bottom. A final, tongue-shaped tentacle snaked it's way to stimulate her clit directly, and it was mere seconds before Alexander had his feeder writhing in ecstasy beneath him.

He took the opportunity to attend other areas of the girl's body, massaging her shoulders and caressing her sides and back. Alexander figured it would be nice to give the girl at least some pleasurable experience before he did what he was going to have to do.

It wasn't long under Alexander's careful attentions that the girl reached her first orgasm. Her body wracked with pleasure as she cried out before collapsing within Alexander's embrace. However, the buck did not stop there. Alexander worked and pumped the little bat girl until her cries of pleasure slowly grew into cries of pain. She whispered to her assaulter as the tears came back, "It hurts... it hurts..."

Alexander stopped enjoying it, but continued to stimulate the poor girl beneath him. "I know... I'm sorry..."

For Alexander required two forms of sustenance. One such sustenance was organic matter. Any form of organic matter would do, but Alexander had no need to divulge that information to Professor Marker. The second sustenance he needed for survival, was bioelectric current. Using the metabolic energy stored in the bioelectricity, he was able to break down nearly any organic matter for sustenance. And the best way to obtain bioelectricity was exactly what Alexander was doing.

Orgasms and pain were among the most potent electrical currents that could possibly flow through the body. Alexander was harnessing them both. With his slime acting as the perfect conductor for the bat girl's bioelectricity, Alexander fed from her until her nerve endings went numb and he could feed from her no more.

Alexander felt positively brimming with energy as he watched the girl whimper only half-consciousness. He looked at the security camera and would have grinned, had he possessed the facilities necessary to grin at the time.

****

"Sooo... 1412 gets sustenance from fucking his prey to death?" said the fox observer. Professor Marker, however, merely stared at the screen unblinkingly. "I'm not so sure..."

****

Alexander, full of the energy of countless orgasms and painful violations, moved toward the magnetically locked door that his prey had since tried to escape from. "Specimen 1412. Remove yourself from the exit door. Return to your confinement before we are forced to administer containment actions in accordance with Containment Appen-"

Alexander rolled his eyes before cutting off the PA voice, "I don't think so."

A very thin tentacle snaked its way into the miniscule crack between the door and the wall. He secreted more of his conductive ooze into the crack, coating the electromagnetic lock within.

Utilizing the same process as an electric eel, he discharged his accumulated energy directly into the magnetic lock. Hundreds of volts surged through the circuitry, frying the components within.

Immediately, Alexander's efforts were rewarded with the blaring of an alarm. "Perfect." the shapeshifter said, testing the lock.

The door swung open freely, and Alexander cackled to himself, very satisfied.

****

Up in the observation room, Professor Marker was frantically barking orders. "Get a containment team down there NOW! Why isn't the backup generator working! THAT DOOR SHOULD BE LOCKED!"

The fox at the controls was mashing buttons futilely. "He fried the lock! It's got power to it but the inductor is fried! There's no magnet to seal the door!"

Professor Marker yelled into the intercom, "CONTAIN SPECIMEN 1412! PRIORITY 1 ALERT! SPECIMEN CONTAINMENT BREACH!"

****

Back in the feeding room, Alexander slithered over to the half-conscious bat girl and gingerly picked her up. "We're not out of this yet, girly. But I will keep my word."

She groaned, completely depleted of energy. Alexander used two of his tentacles to carry her bridal-style out of the room. "What is your name?" he asked.

The bat girl offered no resistance as she was picked up and carried by the shapeshifter, taking a sharp breath to answer his question with a muttered,

"Sophia..."