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(The following is a work of fiction loosely based on certain ideas. D.E.B.O.R.A.H./Deborah is a fictional character with no basis on any actual fur or human living or dead. This story contains male on female sex with a difference in size as well as lactation.)

Deborah crouched down as she passed through the front door and into the canine's house. Her back straightened as she found that she in fact could stand up straight, but just barely. The ears of the ten foot tall female would touch the ceiling whenever they rose above her head. She turned to look around slowly for a moment as she moved deeper into the abode.

"Alright," Desert said as he moved in behind her and shut the door, "Welcome to my home. Go ahead and take a seat on the couch and I'll be with you in a moment. Do you want something to drink?"

"No thank you," she called out as she moved to sit down on the couch. The springs creaked under her weight, the piece of furniture groaning slightly as she settled upon it. She leaned back, her upper body taller then the back of the couch and looked up a moment. Her stomach growled out again, reminding her she had eaten nothing so far today.

The canine was coming out of the bathroom just as he heard the loud grumbling. He stopped, looking at her for a moment before continuing closer. He set the first aid kit down as he crouched, taking a hold of her injured leg and raising it.

"Sorry about that," Deborah said softly, "I haven't really had anything to eat today so I'm kind of hungry." She stretched her leg out some as he took it, watching as the canine moved and wiggled it. She occasionally let out a small noise of pain. Her leg shifted, kicking slightly.

"Well, it's not broken," the canine informed her, "Near as I can tell it's not even sprained that much. Just sort of twisted. So pretty much you'll have to keep your weight off of it as much as you can for a few days." He pulled out some bandages and started to wrap it tightly around the sore limb. "This should help to keep it from aching a little and put some pressure on it."

"Thank you," she said with a smile. She lifted her foot to look at it, unknowingly parting her legs more let the canine on the floor get a better glimpse at her feminine folds. An ear flicked as she smiled then set the foot back down. The large female leaned forward, reaching out to give him a light pat. The forward movement caused her to jiggle and feel a bit of pleasure and soreness from her udders and breasts, reminding her that she was full of milk. It was starting to feel like more then usual since she had not been milked yet.

"By the way, do you have anything to eat?" Deborah finally asked, "I haven't had anything at all today, so I'm kind of hungry." She looked at him a moment curiously.

"Well, I was going to order some Chinese food," Desert finally said, "I can order you something too. Just a minute." He got back up to put the first aid kit back into the bathroom, then came back and went past into the kitchen. The canine finally came back, giving the menu to the hybrid female.

Deborah took the menu and looked at it. Her eyes started to go wide as she read it. She had read about restaurants that delivered and knew what a menu was, but she had never seen one herself before. The variety of it all was shocking to her.

It took her a moment to find the vegetarian portion of the menu. Several of the foods sounded interesting, but many of the flavors she had never heard before and most certainly had never tasted. She finally decided on what she wanted, then listened as he ordered black pepper shrimp and her hot sesame broccoli, both with steamed rice.

"Well, the food will be here in about twenty minutes," the canine male informed her, "In the meantime... How about you fill me in on what's going on? I mean a ten foot tall cow girl covered in wool walking around town naked? Seeing one and two is a bit common, but all three as a single moment is extremely rare to unheard of. The way you reacted to the idea of the hospital, you have to be running from something. Since I've brought you here and am helping you out a bit, I would like to know what I've gotten myself into."

Deborah looked at him a long moment, then finally said, "Okay. Your right." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, looking forward as she started to talk. She told him about the large laboratory complex which turned out to be hidden under a farm, about how she was genetically engineered there. She did not know for what purpose specifically, but figured it had to do with the milk and wool she produced. She told him about her earliest memories of being surrounded by scientist. About how she was poked and prodded and scanned. Having samples taken of fur, skin, blood, even spinal fluid and marrow as well as being given who knows how many different shots of hormones, vaccines, viruses and anti-viruses, and who knows what else. The hybrid talked about the lack of compassion and friendship, being treated as though she was nothing more then another project. She told him how she did little other then read or entertain herself. She talked about being sheared for her wool and the machine that collected all the milk. Finally she filled him in on the escape from it all.

"And that's when I met you," she finally concluded. "So there you go, the whole story as best as I can give it to you." The hybrid female gave a small smile as she looked over at him, waiting for a reply. Before he said anything though, there was the sound of the doorbell ringing. The sound made her jump slightly then turn to watch him as he got up and went to the door.

Deborah leaned back on the couch as best she could, breathing slowly to calm down. Being an escapee had already started to make her agitated and nervous. She had no intention of going back to the facility, but would really prefer if she could simply be a free woman instead of on the run from whoever was going to come for her. That was made a bit worse by the fact she was unaware who would be sent after her and most likely what they would look like.

Desert set the food containers down on the coffee table then went into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, grabbing two cans of soda and bringing them back. He set them down by the food and opened the bag with the food in it. He handed her the container with sesame broccoli before turning to open his own.

The large hybrid female sat there a moment, looking at the food. It smelled so good, her stomach growled again and her mouth started to water. She turned to look at him to ask about a fork, then noticed what he was doing.

In one paw, he held a pair of long wooden sticks that had been smoothed along the sides. He held them in some way she could not quite make out just by looking, The canine was able to use the sticks though, to grab at pieces of his food with them and bring them up to his mouth to eat.

She watched a moment more, then reached down to take a hold of the chopsticks herself. She pulled them out of the paper, studying them a moment. They seemed so small compared to the size of her own hand. She watched him once more, but found he had stopped to watch her with them.

"I'll get you a fork," he said as he started to get up.

"No no," she replied, "It's okay. I can do this. Such a thing cannot be that difficult to use." But as she sat there, he continued to get up and head back into the kitchen all the same.

Deborah's attention turned back to the sticks in her hand. She started to move them around, trying to figure out how to use them. One way did not feel right, another seemed to make it so she could not actually close the edges. She tried a little more, growing frustrated. Finally, when she tried to move them, the two pieces of wood broke loudly, each one themselves becoming to smaller splinter ended pieces.

"BAH!" she cried out as she threw the remnants of the chopsticks down, "It's a stupid way to try and eat food anyway!" She slouched down with a "Hmph!" crossing her arms and glaring down at the eating utensils and food like a petulant three year old.

The canine had to stifle the urge to snicker at the sight of such a large woman pouting like a small child. He moved closer, setting the fork down next to her food container. He then sat back down next to her and resumed eating his own food.

Deborah took the fork, which was something she knew how to use, and started to eat. The spicy flavor made her jump slightly, but it all tasted so good, she gave a small moan of excitement. She started to eat faster, enjoying the taste, until she felt the need to wash it down.

The wool covered cow-like female set the food down to pick up the can of soda and look at it. The moisture in the air had made it slightly wet as she looked at the nutrition panel, wondering why someone would drink this when there was nothing nutritious about the beverage.

It took her a moment to figure out how to open it. She had to be a little careful to get the tab with her large fingers. The tab came out in her fingers, but she had opened the can. It was brought to her mouth and the fluid poured in.

The bubbles caused the tongue to burn slightly and tingle as the sweet beverage. She jumped slightly at the taste and sensation, then pulled the can away to cough. A small moo came out as she enjoyed the taste still. The food was forgotten for a moment as she drank the entire can, finding herself chugging it down.

She set the can down when it was empty, then let out a massive belch, causing the canine to jump slightly. One of the hands came up to her mouth to cover it and her face started to turn red beneath the hair and wool as she blushed again.

"Excuse me," she mumbled meekly before resuming her own meal again. She found the rice to be a little bit bland, but the hot sesame broccoli was good. Once it was all finished she reached down and picked up one of the cookies. It was quickly unwrapped and tossed in her mouth, chewed on curiously. There was something about it that tasted interesting, having never had vanilla before. There was something else about it though. She was not sure what, but something about the filling felt strange on her tongue and kind of tasted funny.

"What is this cookie filled with?" she asked after swallowing. The hybrid female licked her lips slightly to get the last bit as she looked at the male curiously. The question got the canine to look at her curiously, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head. She shifted, feeling like she was being construed for asking something extremely strange.

"A piece of paper," he finally answered, there was a hint of amusement, like he found it funny. Before she could say something more about the silliness of joking about such a thing as a cookie stuffed with paper, he reached down to the other cookie and pulled it open. He took out a small bit of paper, holding it up for her to see as he munched on the cookie pieces.

"It's a fortune cookie," the canine continued, "Inside it is a slip of paper that either has something written on it. Sometimes, it's a complement about yourself, sometimes a proverb, and sometimes they have something that might happen. What does yours say?"

Deborah slouched down in her seat and covered her face in her hands. She felt extremely embarrassed that she had just eaten the fortune. Nothing like that had ever happened before. She was starting to feel very socially awkward from all the things she seemed to not know and do wrong. Her thoughts and embarrassment were interrupted as the sound of laughter soon reached her ears. She turned her head, finding the male next to her laughing heavily. The large female just started a long moment, then started to feel herself smile and began to laugh herself.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he finally said as his laughing came to an end. "It's just kind of funny. Here you are an adult and here you are going through first experiences most have when they're children because it's your first day out in the world."

"I guess it is," she huffed as she still caught her breath from laughing. She then moved to shift, her chest and udders were starting to fill swollen and tender. She was going to have to do something soon because she was starting to get an ache with the need to be milked.

The two sat there a moment then the pair got up and started to clean up the remains of dinner. The kitchen was studied and it was decided not to sniff at the trash can for the most part. It was not too bad, but not pleasant either. Her eyes looked at him as he moved, seeming to think.

"You know," he finally said, "I think that we might need to find a way to get out of state for a while. I mean if you're on the run from this complex, then they're going to be looking for you. So I think we should head out for a while."

"We?" the hybrid female asked curiously, "What do you mean we? Are you going to come with me?" She turned to look at him more, unconsciously mimicking the head tilt the canine himself tends to do.

"Well yeah," Desert responded, "You're kind of naïve and inexperienced with things that have to do with the world. I figure I can help keep you safer and you can kind of do the same for me. I mean you may not have noticed this, but I'm not really much of what you would consider a fighter."

"Heh, I supposed," she teased with a smile which soon faded, "But... well... do you have any idea where we're going to go or how we're going to get there?"

"I've just started to think about it," the canine told her as he leaned back, "I suppose I could rent a van which should have enough room for you to fit comfortably. As for where to go... I don't know a lot of places that you would fit in better then you do here for the ceiling, but I do know some places out in the country kind of like how the top side of the secret lab looked if that wouldn't bother you. I'm going to take a shower and clean my wounds while you think about it." He smiled then stood up. The paw reached out to pat her on her side before stepping by and walking toward the bathroom.

Deborah went back to the living room and sat down on the couch. She tried to think about what he said, but it was difficult. Her breasts and udders were starting to ache, her body over filled with milk and starting to need release. She looked down at her body and brought a hand to a breast. As soon as she touched it, milk started to bead on her nipple. She gave a small squeeze, causing a shiver and moan of pleasure as the milk spurted out into her palm. She looked down in surprise, having not felt any thing that pleasant from milking in quite a while.

The large hybrid female looked around, letting out a noise of frustration as she could not find anything she could use to milk herself into. An idea suddenly came into her mind. She quickly got up and headed toward the bathroom, opening the door without knocking and stepping inside. She moved in more to grip the curtain and pull it open. She froze a moment at the sight.

The canine jumped out in surprise as the shower curtain was pulled aside and turned to look. His lean canine body was covered in water, causing his fur to stick and show off the male form more. The canine sheath was uncovered, a small bit of pink sticking out of the white furred covered skin.

"Is there something wrong?" Desert asked as he got over the shock of being walked in all of a sudden. He looked up at her a moment, tail straight as the water sprayed on his body and dripped down along his form

Deborah finally shook herself free of the surprise as she felt something new. Her vaginal walls tensed slightly as she became aroused for the first time. Her legs shifted as a bit of wetness formed on her thighs. She reached down to turn the knobs and shut the water off, then stepped into the shower with him.

"I need you to milk me," she stated with a note of urgency, "I know it sounds strange, but I need it. I'm so swollen with milk it hurts. So please?" She moved forward, pressing her udders against him with her breasts dangling above his head.

The canine looked at the large female a moment then reached out. He took a hold of a breast in one paw, and an udder in the other. He gripped firmly and stroked, causing the two to release milk. The creamy white fluid spurted out, one hitting the wall as the other sprayed the canine in the chest.

Deborah gasped out as her sensitive body was stroked, letting out a noise of pleasure that started off like a moo but shifted into a sheep's bleat. She pushed forward, trying to encourage him to milk her, but also to try and press her body against his. She felt herself growing more excited as a living person, not a machine, started to milk her.

The paws continued to work a moment, stroking along the soft flesh to coax spurts of thick creamy milk from the soft feminine body. He watched a moment as he worked, then got curious. The male's head shifted, taking one of the free udders into his muzzle. The teeth bit down at the base carefully as he started to suckle.

The large female tensed and gasped as she felt herself start to be suckled on, the feel of the teeth teasing slightly and tongue pressing against it exciting her further. She shifted more as one hand reached down, gripping the sheath and squeezing gently. She gave a small stroke, feeling the soft wet fur and a bit of the hard male flesh that had already emerged.

Desert tensed slightly as the large paw pressed against his swelling and emerging member. He tried to keep from biting down as the pleasure increased, flowing through her body. The paws moved up to grip both of her breasts and squeeze, massaging the two breasts to stroke and cause the milk to spurt out against the wall. He bit gently as he suckled, letting out a growl around the udder's nipple as the milk flooded his mouth.

The large hybrid female jumped and gasped out, shuddering all the more. She gripped the male tighter as she started to rock, trying to press her female sex against him. He continued to stroke the length, feeling along it and the bulge of the knot as it emerged from the sheath. Her fingertips ran along the base, wondering what such a thing would feel like.

The canine hips pushed forward, pressing into the large hand and starting to rock to stroke against it. He moved his head more as he milked her with his muzzle, drinking the sweet rich creamy fluid that flowed from it. One of his own paws let go of the breast and reached down. He slipped it between her thighs, stroking the finger tips along the nether lips and let one of the pads part the opening slightly.

Deborah gasped out more as she felt the teasing of her feminine folds and something inside her changed. The building desire had suddenly turned into a burning need, one she had never felt before. She let the shaft go and grabbed the male, pulling him with him as she moved to lay down in the tub on her back. She lifted her legs slightly as she spread them, gripping at the sides of the smaller body.

Desert merped as the udder slipped from his muzzle, the merfed out as he was pulled on top of the larger female, feeling her warm fem-hood against his stomach and the udders leaking their milk against his chest fur. He shifted against the pressure of her thighs against him as he moved to stroke along her feminine lips, lining the head of his shaft up with her opening. He gripped at her breasts and started to lick at one of the nipples once more.

The touch of the male hood against her sensitive previously untouched female sex set off the first orgasm she had ever felt. Her head fell back as she let out a sound between a bleat, a moo and a moan of pleasure. Her body rocked as pleasure racked her ten foot form. The walls clamped down and squeeze, trying to milk nothing that was there as the feminine cum poured from her sex. The milk itself spurted out as well, spraying from her nipples and udders.

The tip of the shaft pushed forward to spread the lips as it sank in. The hips thrusts forward hard, causing the member to pierce through the hymen as it sank into the warm wet depths. The forward motion of the male and the tugging of the female depths pulled the knot in with a small pop, causing a grunt of surprise of the male.

Deborah shuddered as her virginity was taken then gasped as she felt the swollen base sink into her. She reached out to grab at him and hold him tightly. Her legs squeezed the sides of the male body some as she started to rock her hips. She pushed and started to grind against the male, trying to take more even though there was none.

The mutt growled out in pleasure as he felt his shaft sink into the warm wet folds then grunted out as the knot entered the previously unfilled canal. He rocked to grind a moment. The hips pulled back, the knot slipping free as the length slid out to the tip, then thrusts forward to sink back in.

The large hybrid female twitched as the knot pulled out. She let out a whimper as he pulled back, thinking that the male was done. The large hips pushed to try and keep the member in her as it pulled out, then jumped slightly and squeezed down as the knot and all was suddenly thrusts back into her.

Desert closed his eyes and started to speed up, growling in pleasure as his hips started to move faster. The walls did not fit him as tightly as it should for a first time, but there was still a pleasurable friction and it seemed to fit the knot perfectly. His paws moved down to grip the thighs and squeezed as he shifted. The male thrusts forward hard, trying to sink in harder and grinding before pulling back. The teasing of the knot pulling out and thrusting in was rapidly building him toward his own release.

Deborah started to shiver and moan out in pleasure as she moved to start meeting the male thrusts. She felt the slap of the masculine body against her own feminine one, the weight making it audible but not enough to make her larger from bounce and jiggle much. Her arms reached up to grab onto the male, holding him tight against her.

The male pulled back and thrust forward one more time, sinking back in as the knot inflated. He pushed forward hard, snarling out as the bulge tried to tie him in place in the larger depths. His head tilted back, as he snarled in pleasure against her. The male hood twitched and throbbed, spurting the thick ropes of cum as deep into previously unfilled depths as he could.

The swelling of the shaft caused new waves of pleasure to course through her body, causing to her shift and moan. The feeling of the thick fluid spurting into her made her shudder as another orgasm started to rip through her. The walls clamped down on the knot to squeeze as she milked the length, pulling as much of the male fluid into her as she could get while coating it in her own female juices.

Desert collapsed against the hybrid fem's stomach, panting heavily from exhaustion as his orgasm subsided. He rested against her, his fur soaked in milk and feminine fluid as they were partially stuck together.

"That was wonderful," Deborah murmured in pleasure, "Thank you for milking me... and being the first to sleep with me. It was wonderful." She leaned forward, kissing the tip of his nose.

"It was my pleasure," he said with a smile, tail wagging, "But I think we may have to come up with a better way to actually milk you. Fun as this was, I really would prefer not to have a big mess like this in the tub everyday."

"We can work on that another time," the hybrid female continued, "For now... let's just enjoy this moment please."