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(The following is a work of fiction loosely based on certain ideas. D.E.B.O.R.A.H./Deborah, B.R.H.A.D. Moriarty, and Dr. Borden are fictional characters with no basis on any actual fur or human living or dead. The name Moriarty is originally copyright to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. A note of thanks to all who suggested various names for the male counterpart. This story contains oral and anal sex)

Two canines stood, growling through their muzzles, large floppy ears pulling back and black noses twitching. Each one stood as tall as a horse, their shoulders nearly six feet high. Around the neck was a thick chain with a lock snapped to keep it in place. The length were held by a large male that was followed by someone with a rifle resting on their shoulder. The group stood at the end of the driveway, looking at the house before them. Additional individuals dressed in a similar manner stood not far behind.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" someone asked loud enough to be heard.

"This is the address we were given," one of the handlers replied, "And the bio-gene hounds confirmed that the scent of the Mark one has been here recently." The other moved to raise a glove and motion toward the door. Several rapidly move forward, surrounding the front door as more went around to the back.

"Desert Mutt," a voice shouted through a bull horn, "And anyone else currently inside, You are ordered to come out immediately with your hands, paws, hooves, fins, wings, tentacles, claws, or any other appendages you do not walk on held up. Any acts of aggression will be fired upon."

There was a long silent moment as everyone waited for the occupants of the house to come out. No one had said anything and no one came out. The seconds seemed to slow and stretch on. Finally someone broke the frozen tableau as one of the officers made a signaling motion.

Several moved away from the door as one moved up carrying a spray can on his back. The pump was primed and the trigger pulled, pouring a stream onto the door knob as well as around the wood holding it. White smoke started to rise up as the mixture ate through the wood and dissolved the metal until the knob finally fell to the floor. The door was thrown open wide on nobody.

All of the lights in the house were off and no water was running. There was no signs of anyone in the living room. As the others moved out to look around, there was also no one in any of the other rooms through out the house. On the coffee table however, was a folded up piece of paper that had "from D.E.B.O.R.A.H." written on it.

Everyone continued to search for a moment, but there was most certainly no one hiding anywhere in the house. Clothing, and various other items, were not in the house, making it seem that someone had packed up and left.

The folded piece of paper picked up as everyone started to leave the house so they can return to the facility to report the escape and wait for further orders. The one with the paper took the sheet and unfolded to see what was on it curiously. He slowed at what he saw on it, then started to snicker.

The front of the sheet was covered with a portrait style picture printed to cover nearly the entire page. It had been taken from inside of the house, that much could be seen easily enough from the couch. The large wool covered cow-like female sat on it, a large satiny sheet wrapped around her to cover her from breast to thigh. Both of her large hands were raised, middle fingers extended to full length while the others remained closed. Written under was "clone this you bastards."

No one was at the house of course. The pair had left the same day as Doctor Borden had arrived. A truck had been rented by the canine that was large enough for the large hybrid female to stand up straight in with some extra room. The two packed up what they thought they would need and left, traveling for a few days and being careful to avoid any heavily populated areas if they could help it.

The large trailer truck pulled up along the long driveway to the rental farm before finally stopping just before the building. The engine cut off as the canine climbed out of the cabin and walked around to the back. He gripped the cargo door to unlocked it then pulled up to let Deborah out.

The large hybrid female stepped out, blinking to focus as she looked around. She closed her eyes, her chest rising as she took a deep breath, then let it out in a small noise of pleasure. She gripped at the light sundress the came down to mid-thigh as she moved to walk around the yard.

"Does this all belong to you?" she asked curiously, turning around to look back at the male.

"No," the canine replied as he looked at the place as well, "It's a rental farm. I figured if they were able to find where I live, they would be smart enough to figure out where my family and such would be located." He stopped a moment, looking down as he thought a moment. His tail laid limply, almost slipping between his legs.

"You know," he said softly, "We aren't here to hide forever Deb. We can't run and hide all our lives. We need to figure out what we're going to do about this."

"...Why do you keep saying 'we?'" the wool-covered cow-like female asked. She turned to look at him curiously, raising an eyebrow. The long tail gave a flick behind her.

"Because I am involved in all this," the mutt replied with a grin, "I mean I paid for the ticket, you think I'm going to walk out of the theater in the middle of the movie?" His tail wagged slightly as he moved up the porch and toward the front door.

"I've never really gotten to see a movie," Deborah said as she moved to walk up behind him, "but from what I've read on them.... Well... this would be like being IN the movie, so shouldn't you worry about being some character whose expendable? The type where at some point before the climax, they are killed, pushing the hero on, but causing grief?"

The canine stopped at the door, looking downward with his eyes shifting toward the side. He seemed to stand there for a long second, not really moving. His head gave a small shake as he started to walk again, heading toward the door.

"Well since this isn't really a movie, I'm hoping that doesn't actually happen," he finally responded, "All the same though, I can't just suddenly walk off and leave you to go about this alone. You've become a friend to me." He reached up and checked the top of the door, finding the key.

Deborah watched him as he got the keys and unlocked the front door, then grinned to herself. She reached up, taking a hold of her sundress and pulling the straps off her to let the garment fall to the ground. She moved toward the steps of the porch some and bent over, her head and chest above the wooden planks.

"Desert?" She asked softly, "Come here please." She tried to remember what she had read in some of the stories, pressing her arms to the side of her breasts to press the mounds together and try to make them seem larger regardless of their already considerable mass.

The canine opened the door then stopped, turning toward her to find her posing for him. The floppy ears raised up curiously, as did one of his eyebrows. He padded along the porch, walking toward her.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he came to stop directly in front of her. He moved his arms and stood there a moment just to watch the dragon cow sheep mixed female.

"I'm not entirely sure," she purred out, licking at her lips, "Just sort of something I read somewhere." She moved to lean on one arm more, the other reaching up to grip canine leg and stroke up along the length. She pulled him a little closer as she gripped the front of his pants, working to undo the fly of his jeans.

Desert jumped slightly as he felt the large hands puling his pants and boxers down, exposing the white furred sheath underneath. He shifted to balance his weight more, pressing one paw to the side of the house. The canine shivered as the thick bovine tongue pressed against his sheath, murring out in pleasure as it slid up along the fur covered length.

Deborah's tail flagged in excitement as she felt the hips pushing forward slightly. Her long thick tongue continued up along the sheath to the tip. She kissed at the opening before pushing down to take the top of the fur covered opening into her mouth. She started to suckle, working to coax the length out into her bovine muzzle.

The canine reached out with his paws, one reaching to the base of the large ear, stroking around it. The other moved along the cheek before rubbing at the base of her jaw and front of her neck. The eyes closed part-way, narrowing down to slits that watched the female head. The canine sheath started to swell against the suckling, the red tip starting to emerge into the warm wet vacuum of her mouth.

The hybrid fem closed her eyes as she felt the length growing in her mouth. She continued to suck, letting out a long low moan to send vibrations along the shaft. The large head started to move, pushing down to the top of the sheath then sliding up to have just the tip in between her lips.

The shaft was taken once more to the base, sucking around the thick canine knot before letting go. Strings of pre-cum and saliva connected the tip to the mouth a moment. The large hand moved down, cupping the sac to tease the balls while stroking the sheath, teasing the flesh inside.

Deborah pulled back slightly, looking at the shaft then up at the male with a grin. Her hips rocked gently, making her tail sway back and forth. The wetness started to leak from her nether lips, causing her to shift more with building excitement. She let the length go and grabbed her breasts, giving a firm squeeze to the mounds then stroking down. The thick streams of milk spurted out, spraying the length with the creamy white fluid.

"Desert," she said as she stopped, letting go of the shaft, "move behind me please. There's something I want to ask you to do for me."

The canine looked at her a moment, his shaft swollen to full size and pulsing slightly. He moved to one side to step around the large body. The male moved down the steps and moved around to the back of her.

The hybrid female looked over her shoulder at him and gave a large grin. Her tail raised and pulled aside, exposing the nether lips and crack of her rump. One arm was moved to be rested on, supporting her weight on the forearm. The other reached back, one of the large hands grabbing the cheek. She gave a small squeeze then pulled, spreading the checks to expose her tight pink virgin tail hole.

"My poor bottom is all stiff and sore from the long ride in the truck," she purred sweetly, "Would you please help me with it? I'm sure you can think of a way to help it feel better." She grinned as she swayed her hips, the tail shifting slightly on one side as the large round butt swayed back and forth hypnotically to tease the canine.

Desert murred slightly and licked his lips, tail wagging as he understood what she meant. He started to move toward her, then slowed, seeming to hesitate a moment. He looked at the virgin backside then up at the face of the owner of the thick round backside.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" the canine asked as he hesitated, "I mean some love it but for some it's not pleasurable at all." He moved up, his paw gripping the cheek she was not holding open and stroking gently. The dull claws pressed against the joint where it met the thigh, then scratched up along the cheek to the small of her back.

"No I'm not sure," she responded honestly, "but I'm curious what it would be like. Besides, I'm a big girl. I can take it if it hurts." She grinned and wiggled a little more, pushing back into the paw. Her own hand pulled a little more to spread her cheeks wider if she could.

The mutt smiled, nodding slightly. He kept his grip on one of her cheeks a moment as the other paw moved down to his shaft. He moved up, shifting as he got closer until the head of his shaft pressed against the puckered backside. He let the cheek and shaft go and grabbed the hips, holding them firmly as he started to push forward.

Deborah gasped out as she felt the tip of the length press against her backside and start to spread her tight virgin ring. She let her backside go, moving her other paw around in front of her to support her as she laid her head down, eyes closing. She breathed deeply, trying to keep relaxed as much she could so as not to squeeze down and make it more difficult.

Desert kept his tight grip on her, watching the large female beneath him as he worked to push forward, sinking his way as deep into her backside as he could get. The thick creamy fresh milk had enough liquid and fat to work as a temporary lubricant, letting him slip in with more ease and less friction then simply doing this dry. He soon pushed forward, sinking into the tight backside until the top of the knot was nestled between the large white cheeks.

The large engineered female let out a noise of pleasure, starting as a low mooing sound then turning into a sheep's bleat. She shuddered out slightly as she felt the thick length spread her backside until the top of the knot was pressing against the outside of the pucker. Her body wanted to shift, to pull forward or thrust back. It was hard to hold still and get used to the sensation of having her backside filled by the thick hard shaft.

The canine held still a moment, buried in to the knot against the cheeks until he felt the large rump try to wiggle with growing need. One paw reached to grip the tail at the base, rubbing gently as he held still. The other moved down and around to her crotch, pressing his fingers to her nether lips to tease the opening and rub the tip of his fingers against her clit. The hips started to pull back, flesh of his shaft tugging against the pucker as he started to slide out. The length gave a twitch, firing a shot of pre-cum into the previously unexplored backside.

Deborah shuddered slightly, moaning in pleasure as the backside was tugged against. Her body tensed slightly as the soft paw pad rubbed against the sensitive nub of her feminine sex. Her backside tried to squeeze down on the shaft, trying to hold it in place. She then tried to push back, keeping the shaft as deep in her as she could. Her head tilted slightly to watch the male out of the corner of her eye.

One canine paw gripped more firmly on the tail, squeezing the long appendage at the base. The other pulled back slightly before pushing up. The finger started sinking into the feminine folds, working to sink in to the knuckle as his paw continued to rub over her sensitive clit. The male member pulled back to slip free to just the tip, then started to push forward.

The hybrid female shuddered as she was teased slightly, her hips shifting as the length started to sink back into her body. Her legs shifted to grant him better access as her knees rested on the steps beneath her. She gasped as the shaft pressed against her pucker again, making her jump slightly to squeeze her cheeks against the bulge. The female fluid started to drip from her nether lips and around the exploring digit. Each stroke of her sensitive nub sent bolts of pleasure through her canal.

The two started to move, setting a rhythm as the pair moved back and forth. The shaft started to pull back, sliding out to the tip then pushing forward to sink back into the backside. Thick toned female thighs flexed as the hips moved back and forth, the soft rump pulling away to tug on the shaft then pushing back to take as much of the length as it could. The male growled out in pleasure while the female let out long low moans.

The movement caused the milk to dry up around Desert's shaft, causing more fiction around the ring as he pulled back to slide out to the tip, then pushing forward to sink back in to the knot, grinding the bulge firmly against the two cheeks before pulling back again. He gripped the tail tighter, running the dull claws against the underside as he started to stroke the length. A second finger moved to push against the nether lips, sinking into her vaginal depths as he continued to rub over her clit. The feeling of the tail hole around his length caused more pleasure, but made it harder to keep from speeding up which would start to make it burn slightly for both of them.

Deborah started to bite and chew on her lower lip, eyes closing as more pleasure started to flow through her large body. The canal squeezed down on the fingers, trying to pull them in deeper and milk them for the fluid they did not contain. Her fingers pressed down, the hard hoof like tips starting to dig into the wood to leave furrows in the porch surface. The movement of the length in and out of her backside started to cause a small burning sensation, but she was still getting more pleasure then pain from the activity. Each time the two pushed together, her tail hole would clench to squeeze the shaft as the plump cheeks would squeeze down around the bulge of the canine knot.

Desert finally reached his limit. He gripped her tightly as he thrusts forward one more time, sinking in to the knot. The bulge at the base of his shaft inflated to grow to full size. It would normally lock him in place inside the female, but instead spread the cheeks apart and stretched the ring slightly. He thrusts the fingers up into her feminine depths once more, grinding the sensitive clit with his paw pad firmly as he reached his climax. The shaft swelled and twitched, claiming the females backside as the thick warm spurts of thick male cum pumped deep into the bowels.

The feeling of the greater teasing at the female sex and the male cum spraying into her backside sent the large female over the edge. She tilted her head back, eyes closed as a long low groan of pleasure escaped her. The muscles tensed, clamping down on the shaft and squeezing as the length pulsed against her puckered ring. The walls of her depths gripped and squeezed the fingers, trying to milk them all the more. The feminine fluid coated her inner thighs as well as dripping from her folds to land on the wooden steps underneath her.

"Well, what did you think?" the canine asked curiously as his climax slowed and stopped. He held onto the large form, panting slightly as he looked at her, the shaft still buried in her backside to the top of the full sized knot.

"It felt nice," Deborah responded with a smile, "Not as good as other places, but still good." She grinned and squeezed a moment while wiggling her hips to tug the shaft. "Maybe next time, we'll try it with a proper lubricant." A small wink came from her to the male.

The two slowly pulled apart, the canine shaft slipping out of the hybrid's tail hole. The pucker tightened back up as it was slid out of, keeping all of the warm thick fluid held inside her for the moment. The two went back up the porch, heading to the front door to check out their temporary new home.

As the two went to look at the farm they would live on for a while, things were going differently at another farm in a different state. The first actual picture of their project, and it was of her giving everyone the bird in a very Steve Austin like pose. The paper was crumpled up as Dr. Moriarty crushed it, digging his claws into the sheet to tear furrows into it. He then tossed it into the trash can and sat there, growling slightly. He sat there, tense with anger and frustration as D.E.B.O.R.A.H. and her accomplice escaped, causing on the more delay in things. He was so caught up in his anger at the failure of the capture, he did not catch the sound of the knocking on his door the first time. It was the louder repetition that drew his attention.

"WHAT IS IT?!" the hippogriff bellowed at the door and whoever was on the other side of it. Whatever the matter was had better be good news or he would eviscerate whoever was coming to bother him. The long horse tail flicked behind him as he glared at the door, almost burning holes into the steel.

The door was pushed open slowly, the head of someone wearing glasses slowly poking in to look at the facility director. It was then pushed open further as the figure in the lab coat came into the room, a clipboard in hand.

"Sir," he said in a meek nasally voice, "I bring some good news unrelated to... certain events that have recently occurred. Word just came that the accelerated growth stimulators are completed and are showing signs they in fact are currently working properly. They are ready to be tested on a D.E.B.O.R.A.H. unit to cause it to grow up and reach maturity at a faster rate."

"Excellent," Dr. Moriarty said with a large grin, leaning back in his seat and tenting his fingers together, "This will help reduce the losses from losing the mark one, although we still need to get it back. All the same Smithers, send the orders to activate the mark two and three and start both of them on the accelerated growth stimulators. The mark two will be given the stimulators until it reaches adulthood, full adulthood as the same age as the mark one. The mark three will be given it until it reaches the point of starting puberty.

"Also, send to have the B.R.H.A.D. prototype unit brought here to our own facility. With the growth stimulators, we can begin to try and start the breeding program." He watched as the scientist nodded and quickly hurried out of the office. The large hippogriff leaned back in his seat, a predatory look of glee on his face. Once the mark two was ready, the B.R.H.A.D. would have what it needed and the facility would have what they needed. The D.E.B.O.R.A.H. Mark One would soon no longer be a necessity and not needed to be brought back. All the same though, he could not let her go free. They would either have to bring the mark one back, or simply have her eliminated. Doctor Moriarty would prefer to have the unit alive, but that did not mean he would give the order if it became too great a threat or financial issue.