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The clack of keys filled the surgical suite as a brown otter stood typing at a computer terminal. "Protein Synthesis Trial Pi-X-437 set to commence at..." Doctor Tepid looked up

from the monitor and brushed a strand of her brown hair out of her face, her short ears doing a poor job of preventing it from falling to obstruct her view. She looked at her

watch and then continued typing, "...Nineteen hours, twenty three minutes. Test Subject 36, Jeffrey Grant, D-Class serving life imprisonment having been found guilty of two

counts of murder."

"What are you going to do to me?" came a fearful, baritone voice. Dr. Tepid looked over to the bull strapped to the table. The otter smiled sweetly, "Giving your life a

purpose." She said with a wide smile.

Jeffrey Grant gave her a confused look. That was to be expected. They never understood. Dr. Tepid left her computer terminal to stand over by the table. "You have been chosen

to further our understanding of the world around us. What possible purpose could be greater?" The bull stared blankly at the ceiling. "Are you going to kill me?"

"Oh no. I'm not going to kill you. I am going to further scientific advancement, and you have been chosen to help me, good man. Take pride!" she said, a dreamy look over her

head. "Today could be the day that you help save millions of lives with what we find out. If not, then rest assured that you were a step forward in our advancement. Truly, you

are a hero this day." The Bull closed his eyes. "Please don't kill me..."

Dr. Tepid shook her head. They never understood. The otter walked over to a covered cart, and removed the cover. She often wondered how people who served time for taking lives

could be so squeamish when faced with their own demise. "Rest assured that I will not harm you... but science requires sacrifice." Professor Tepid looked down at the plastic

container holding a fat brown worm. It squirmed and slithered around, seeking an escape from its imprisonment.

"Oh god, what is that? What are you doing?" came Jeffrey's voice as his eyes darted to the cart and the creature. Professor Tepid donned a pair of earplugs; they were a

necessary precaution when handling Specimen X-437, codename "Earwig". She also put on a set of heavy leather gloves and picked up a pair of metal forceps. The earplugs

drowned out the nervous vocalizations of her patient as she opened the container and gently secured the specimen between the tongs.

"Wait! What are you doing!? Keep that thing away from me!" Jeffrey screamed loud enough to pierce the muffling effects of the doctor's earplugs. "Shhhhh..." she whispered softly, but her efforts were wasted on screams of protest. "Rejoice, please. You sacrifice much for science and medicine today." She said, "Do not be

frightened, for I have given your life meaning. Please, see that without this, your life would be another prison statistic. Wasting away in a cell until your body shuts down,

useless. I have gifted you with a great purpose. You should be thanking me."

"No! You keep that thing away! You crazy bitch, LET ME GO!" the bull screamed and strained against the straps, but they held firm. Dr. Tepid continued to attempt to soothe

him, but her words fell on deaf ears. The patient kept screaming, for which Dr. Tepid was thankful for the earplugs. She advanced closer, holding the specimen in her forceps

and brought it up to the patient's head.

"No! No! PLEASE! I'll do anything! Just keep it away!" Jeffrey yelled. Dr. Tepid noted the tears streaming down his face, the look of stark terror in the bull's eyes, and

wondered if his victims begged as he did. Though such thoughts were only brief, science demanded the work be done. She held the specimen up next to the victim's ear, heedless

of his protests. It was troublesome work, the patient kept squirming to turn away from the specimen, but Dr. Tepid's steady hand held the creature steady enough that the fat

brown worm stopped wiggling. It recognized the patient's ears, and started to strain against the forceps toward the orifice offered it. She inched it forward, and the worm's

head found purchase.

Jeffrey's screams intensified, and reverberated the entire room as he tried to wrench away. The strap holding his head down prevented him from being able to get too much force

behind his thrashing, and the worm held on. Slowly, steadily, it slithered into the patient's ear. Dr. Tepid watched it, both creature and doctor heedless of the wordless

screams as the worm rippled its muscles, steadily inching into his ear. She pulled the forceps away as she watched the tail end of the worm disappear into the patient, and

smiled softly as she watched blood trickle out. The specimen had broken through the patient's eardrum.

Dr. Tepid walked back to her computer as she heard a change in pitch of the screams. From a fearful scream of protest to a cry of lancing agony, Dr. Tepid had learned to

recognize the screams. She paid no heed to the screaming patient and instead watched the monitors intently, eager to see the result of her experiment.

Subject X-437 was an intriguing specimen. A parasite that bored into the victim's brain, guided to the brain stem through some unknown means, where it would attach itself to

the steam and assume control of the host body. Dr. Tepid's fascination with the subject was that while it bored rather large holes in the brain, the patient did not expire.

The electroencephalogram recorded immense agony that would send any other patient into shock, but the patient screamed on. Something in the worm's excretions into the brain

prevented the immune system, and even the capillaries from responding. Blood did not pour into the brain holes, nor did the brain swell against the skull. The victim's body

continued on, even when nerves were severed and when grey matter was bored through.

Dr. Tepid was thoroughly convinced that isolating the worm's effect on the brain would lead to new drugs that could revolutionize neurology. The ability to keep the mind

intact and the body going even when parts of the brain were destroyed would be a miracle. A cure for Alzheimer's, a remedy for brain damage, the possibilities were limitless.

The only downside was the sheer number of affected brains she needed. This required bodies, and there were only so many to go around. Her incubators were pregnant and her

current supply of specimens would last her, but she needed more brains.

With a resigned sigh, she sat back down into her chair and waited for the parasite to run its course, she pushed her earplugs in deeper, to drown out more of the screams. The

screams would die down once the specimen started to integrate with the brain stem, then the only interruption to the silence would be random body twitches as the nerves were

brushed against.

"VERONICAAA!" came a roaring yell, ripping Dr. Tepid's attention from the monitors. She rose to her feet and started to walk out of the room when a blur of white and red

smashed through the surgical suite doors. Lab assistants rolled a gurney covered in blood. Darius Garron lie bleeding onto the white linen desperately clutching his thigh.

Veronica Tepid looked over him and then to his assistants with apparent disdain. "Why did you bring him here? I am quite busy."

Garron's assistants looked scared for a moment before the large bear groaned. "Don't trust-GAH! Anyone...." he said hurriedly, before a gasp of pain overtook him. "Please,

hnng. Veronica. Femoral exanguination. I've lost too much blood already." Garron groaned as a trickle of bright red blood escaped between the bear's claws. He was doing his

best to maintain pressure on the wound, but the bullet had pierced the bear's femoral artery, and Professor Garron was rapidly losing blood. The white linens underneath the

bear were already sopping and his fur was caked and matted with blood that had begin to dry. He did not have much time.

With a resigned sigh, Veronica pinched the bridge of her nose. "All right, all right. I'll help you." Professor Garron heaved a sigh as well, but one of relief. "Thank you, V. You're the only one I trust."

"One second." the otter said as she went to the supply cabinets to gather gauze, arterial clamps, suture kits, and bandage dressing. "Let me see..." she said as she removed

Professor Garron's pressure on his thigh. Bright red blood spurted from the wound as she removed the pressure from it, and Veronica immediately set to work. "You need

something for the pain?" Garron gritted his teeth, and shook his head. "No... don't put me under. I don't trust that bitch... she'll try... try to kill me..." "The Overseer shot you?" "For complimenting her hair..."

"Why don't I believe that?" "Just shut up and sti-GAAAH!" Professor Garron screamed as Veronica poured alcohol onto his wound. "What were you saying?" Professor Garron remained silent. Doctor Tepid smiled up at him. "Good~"

Veronica continued to work on cleaning and dressing Professor Garron's wound. The old bear's eyes swam in and out of focus as he swayed on the gurney amidst his lab coats. His

pants were completely removed, revealing his rather sizeable bear cock to his assistants and Veronica. As his mind flirted with the edge of conciousness, he looked down to the

attractive otter administering her attention between his legs. She looked so pretty as she worked, hands roaming his thigh as she stitched mutilated flesh back together over a

ruptured artery. She worked diligently, and Garron wondered what it would be like if she were ministering a different sort of attention. Perhaps she would still be as dutiful,

bobbing her head up and down his bruin shaft, tongue surgically maneuvered to send jolts of electricity racing up his spine...

"...Losing too much blood my ass!" Veronica snapped as she glared up at the bear. His eyes lost their glazed over look as his mind was jarred back into reality. He looked down

and his member was standing erect right next to Veronica's face for everyone present to see. The otter ignored it and put the finishing touches on her stitches. "There we are.

You lot." she said as she stood up, looking around to the younger assistants. "Get him back to his room and lock the door. Don't let anyone see the Professor until I come

check on him."

The assistants nodded before starting to wheel the gurney out of the room. Doctor Tepid sighed as she sank into her chair again. So many distractions, so many detours on the

road to progress... Still, Garron was an old friend, and a useful ally that she could not afford to let expire. He might not be the most intelligent scientist the Facility had in its employ, but

he was almost certainly one of the most cunning. He had certain leverage over other Operative Scientists, even ones with a higher rank than his. Garron was useful, even if he

was a lecherous old bastard. Dr. Tepid shook her head as if to clear it of any thoughts not related to her experiment. She looked up to the monitor to check on her progress.

"What the fuck?" she exclaimed, quite perplexed. She walked to another machine and clicked a few keys. She moved behind the lead glass and pressed another button. A loud

mechanical click resounded before Tepid went to check the x-ray of the patient.

A chill ran down Dr. Tepid's spine, and she slowly started to look around the room. Her heart caught in her chest and she fought the urge to bolt from the room. "Fuck. Shit. Fuck!" she hastily said, dropping the x-ray from her hand.

The x-ray clattered to the ground, illuminated by the surgical lights overhead. Patient 36 showed no sign of Specimen 437 infestation. Specimen 437 was nowhere to be found.

*********

"Time to die, Alex..." "Are you all right, Alex?"

Faceless echoes rang out through the blackness. A snow leopard stood naked holding a giant sword, dripping blood from the metal. A pale bat girl was covered in purple

tentacles, moaning as she was fucked senseless. "Alex! It's us!" A foxgirl layed on the ground, covered in cum, moaning as she wiggled her ass in the air. "Ohhhhh, FUCK yes..."

Alexander found himself steadily rouse to the world around him. His mass rested in a basin filled with salt water. The basin rested atop a table between two hospital

beds. A tentacle snaked up and shifted an eye. The eye looked around and recognized the two girls that rested beside him as Melissa and Sophie. "Ah, welcome back to the world

of the conciousness." came a voice. An elderly old elephant entered the room. "I trust you rested well?"

"What... what happened?" Alexander muttered meekly, the sound barely escaping his purple mass. "You were ambushed, then rescued. I assume your memory will come back

shortly, but we cannot be sure. Do you remember the Facility ambush, or being brought back here?" "Vaguely." "How about draining two girls of damn near every electrolyte in their body?" "...what?" the shapeshifter asked, turning to the girls again. The elephant gave a small laugh, "Don't worry, Alex. They'll be fine. They're just suffering from severe

electrolyte imbalance. They'll be sleeping for a while, but we've got them on iv fluids so they should wake up fine." Alexander hung his tentacle. "I... I did this?" The elephant shook his head. "Relax, Alexander. You were dying on our table, and we had no idea what to do. It was them that shooed us out of the room and proceeded to... tend

to you." "Do what?" "They gave themselves willingly to your reflexive feeding. They roused you from your apparent coma, and while you never were fully awake, your body seemed to know what it was

doing. It drank their energy for about an hour before all of you fell unconcious. From the looks of things... your friends rather enjoyed the experience. I can show you the

video feed if you want to put your mind at ease."

The eyestalk shook itself. "No no, thank you. I'll just... wait until they wake up. I need to stretch out..." The old elephant nodded in turn, "You would do well to. You were motionless for three days even after your feeding." "Huh... well..." the shapeshifter said, not entirely sure what to think. "You're sure they will be okay?"

The elephant nodded. "They're just sleeping. Just as well, it's three oh four in the morning. Most of our staff is sleeping."

The shapeshifter shook his eyestalk again, as if attempting to clear his muddy thoughts. "I'm... I don't sleep much... except for-" "Except for feeding, right?" "Right..." The elephant laughed, "You truly are an interesting one, Alexander, but go. Stretch out your... tentacles. Just be back in a bit. We're still monitoring you to make sure

you're fit for being up and about, all right?" Alex nodded toward the elephant. "Fair enough. I'll be back..."

Alexander shifted into his blue-furred cat and proceeded to leave the medical wing. It did feelt good to get up and move around the Doctor was right. Atrophy wasn't exactly a

concern for a shapeshifter, but his entire mass seemed to have cricks that needed working out after lying motionless for so long. He wandered the dark hallways of the

Compound. Someimtes he'd see people walk past him, and he noted their more than cursory glances, but payed them no mind as he wandered the halls. He remembered a lot of them

from his perusing through the ventilation ducts, and he set about to exploring more of the Protectorate Compound. He set down a rather dimly lit corridor, remembering the

particular hallway that he could not access via the vent system. The flourescent lighting seemed to flicker more than usual as he ventured down it, giving to his curiosity.

He rounded a corner and something caught his scent. A pheremone, but what kind he could not discern. A blurry scent, enough to know there was something,

but he could not quite make out what...

"Here, Kitty kitty kitty~" A devious voice whispered over the flickering lights before a blur of white and back rounded the nearest corner and overtook the shapeshifter. A brief tumble ensued, but while

Alexander was stiff and tired, his assailant was precicse, lithe, and graceful. The pair came to a halt in the corridor with a white tiger straddling Alexander's form.

"Gotcha, little kitty~" the tiger grinned down at him with a mouth full of sharp teeth, pale blue eyes looking down at him hungrily. "You're Dakota, right?" Alexander smiled

upward. The tiger's fur was soft, and the shapeshifter smelled touches of spearmint on her fur and breath as she straddled him. Dakota smiled down at Alex, "I am. How did you

know that, I wonder?~" "I've seen you around..."

The tiger giggled, "And I have seen you, too, little Kitty." "Then you'll be sorely disappointed that I'm n-" The tiger put her hand over the shapeshifter's mouth to silence him, "I know~" she said softy as she bent down to whisper into Alexander's ears, "But little shifter doesn't

sound so..." Dakota gave a soft, sensual purr into Alexander's ears, "Sexy~"

Alexander laughed deeply, causing the tiger to shake a bit on top of him. "Hmhmhmhmmmm, very well, my dear. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

The tiger sat up to grin down at the shapeshifter. "Well I just had to meet the legendary Alexander." "Legendary, my dear?" "Legendary. The security footage of your little threesome has become quite popular. And well..." the tiger proceeded to gin wider, "I want to know if the legend lives up to

the hype."

Alex smiled and nodded. "You are quite forward, my dear. I daresay I've not met the girl to do anything like this before..." Dakota grinned back, "Simple reason. I am not like any girl you've know." This caused Alex to smirk up at the tiger, "A certain rabbit is not convinced that you are indeed, a girl."

This caused Dakota to give a very feminine giggle. "I do enjoy his torment, and perhaps, one day he will find out. If he ever gets the courage to stick his hand down my

pants." "Can you blame him? You are the very picture of androdgeny." Alex said, he reached up and hooked a finger into the waistband of the tiger's jean shorts. "I, however, am not

lacking courage."

Dakota raised herself a bit off of him, bending forward to allow him easier access to slip his hand down her pants. "Go ahead~ Let's find out!"

Alexander reached under the tiger's wastline, sliding his hand under the delicate silk panties, and what he found was decidedly female. "I guess the cat is out of the bag, then, my dear?" Alexander asked. Dakota giggled agian, "Not quite. I'm a girl now... Who knows what I'll be when little Zach musters the courage, hahaha~" The shapeshifter looked up at the tiger curiously, "Come again?" "Certainly you didn't think that you're the only Experiment in the Protectorate employ." "I did not... but you have me perplexed."

Dakota leaned down to kiss the shapeshifter. "Don't worry about it. Maybe I'll tell you the full story some day. But right now, I am fully female, and I plan on taking

advantage of that... and you, haha~" "Right here?" "Oh don't be silly... there's cameras around."

Dakota got up and pulled the shapeshifter into a nearby room. "Here we'll have some privacy~" "I do have to get back to the medical wing, soon..." Dakota smiled, "Then we better make this little tryst quick, then!" Alex shook his head, "So eager, my dear..."

Dakota removed her top. She still had only the slightest hint of a chest, but her androdgyny was a treat in itself, and her eagerness was turning Alexander on as well. Dakota

laughed again, "Look, Alex. I've watched those tapes a hundred times, and when do you think the next chance I'll get to have the person capable of literally fucking a girl

until she's flirting with death all to myself for even a short bit, huh?" Alex could only nod, listening to the tiger girl. She seemed satisfied with this, "If you don't wanna fuck, then stop jerking me around. Otherwise, take off your pants."

Alexander shook his head, grinning some more as he shifted his form, removing his faux pants."My pleasure, miss Dakota~" The tiger girl watched Alexander shift his form, and smiled deviously. "I'm going to have so much fun with this..." she said hungrily before going to kneel in front of Alexander. She knelt in front of him and slowly started to stroke his shaft. "Hey," Dakota said as she inspected the shapeshifter's cock. "Can you make this ribbed? I mean, you're a shapeshifter, right? Can't you make this anything you want?"

The tentacle monster grinned widely before obliging the white tiger. "Of course~" Dakota smiled up at Alex before opening her mouth and enveloping the shapeshifter's cock all the way to the base.

Alexander gasped as the tiger's warm mouth enveloped his sensitive nerves. Dakota was flawless in her technique, each move of her head, every twitch of her tongue, every time she bobbed up and down or uttered the most delicious little moan, "Hmm~" it sent jolts of sheer electric pleasure coursing up Alexander's spine. The attentions of the tigergirl's mouth became too much for him to bear and so Alexander felt himself snaking tentacles out from his back. They inched closer to Dakota and proceeded to touch her shoulders and rub her back. The white tiger jumped a bit as they touched her, but she gave another moan and started to relax as the tentacles gently massaged her shoulders and back as she sucked the shapeshifter's cock with gusto. "Hmmmm~" she moaned, pressing Alexander's cock deep into the back of her throat, the vibrations of her throat sending more pleasure up the tentacle monster's shaft. Alex could hold back no longer.

The tentacles latched onto the tiger's wrist and ankles, but she looked up and shook her head, "No..." Alexander looked at her confused, "No?" The tigergirl shook her head again. "No." she repeated before pushing Alexander onto his back and climbing ont top of him. She lowered herself onto the fleshy ribbed appendage and sighed deeply as she was filled, the ribs of Alexander's cock massaging her insides as his tentacles massaged her outsides. "Haaaah~" she sighed as she started to buck her hips, slowly riding the shapeshifter up and down. Her moans slowly started to grow as she rode faster and faster, pistoning the shapeshifted cat beneath her. Alexander wasn't used to not deshifting while he fucked, but he decided that it wasn't unpleasant at all. Dakota started moaning louder and louder, Alexander snaked a cursory tentacle up to her face and positioned it expectantly. Dakota obliged as she took one hand and grasped the tentacle as she would a cock before sliding her mouth over it. She greedily sucked at the tentacle offered her as eagerly as she'd sucked his cock, and Alexander reveled in the dual sensations. Their moans grew in unison before Alexander brought to bear still another tentacle. It probed and prodded before it found purchase against Dakota's ass, and then pushed in. The new intruder elicited a squeak from the tigergirl, whose moans grew in answer to her rear being fucked with gusto. By the end, Alexander had two hands on her hips, a tentacle in her mouth, a cock and a tentacle taking care of her lower holes, while four more appendages massaged her back and shoulders. They both grew closer and closer, their fucking picking up pace as Dakota's pleasure fed Alexander's hunger, and fueld their desire. "Hah! Haaah! Aaaaah!~" Dakota moaned as Alexander felt her electric pleasure surge through her nerves into his, bringing his own pleasure to climax. He came in her from all of his tentacles, even the ones massaging her muscles leaked out his shapeshifter cum to thoroughly coat the tigergirl. Dakota leaned forward and rested on top of Alexander, giving a final moan with a smile on her face. "Hmmmmm~ That was excellent..." Alexander smiled as he reached up to scritch behind the tiger's ears. "Does the legend live up, my dear?" "Hmm, definitely..."

Alexander layed there, stroking the tigergirl as she slowly started to fall asleep on top of him. Once he'd felt her slip into unconciousness, he extracted himself from under the tiger and slithered off. He'd been gone far too long, and he was sure the elephant was going to ask questions....