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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 genetic engineering, milking and the madness of boredom.)

At the end of a dirt road stood what looked like a ranch. On the surface it was a normal ranch just like so many. There were fields of grass with cloves and alfalfa growing to feed the various livestock the walked and grazed in the warm fresh air. There even stood a grain silo and vintage red barn. The entire place looked as though it belonged in a painting, or movie.

On the surface, it looked normal enough, but underneath lay a great secret. Inside the barn it was completely empty. No hay or supplies needed to take care of such animals were located anywhere within. Meanwhile, at the back where the silo was located, there was an opening in the wall, exposing the closed door to the large metal tube. The door revealed a passageway that led down instead of up.

Florescent lights hummed quietly in the hall, bouncing off white tiled floors and walls. The air of the laboratory had little to smell, the sub-tones of air being recycled and purified barely audible. As the passageway began to branch off and go further along the underground ways large shatterproof windows showed the inside of the rooms, but had been treated as one way glass so whatever was within could not see out. Each of the rooms could be accessed though, through a reinforced metal door that stood from the floor all they way up to the ceiling.

In one room stood a large milking machine, larger then most have seen. The vacuum motor hummed smoothly as it worked, pumping the milk through the tubes to draw the milk into the storage tank where it was stirred. There were six separate tubes for pumping and milking. Each one was full of the white fluid as it traveled along to the machine.

Connected to the other end was a large feminine figure sitting on the floor. Four were connected to the swell on her stomach, milking the cow like udder. The other two were connected to her large breasts, holding onto the nipples as they worked to pump and collect the milk contained within.

The female herself sat on the floor, her hoof-like feet shifting slightly back and forth. One arm rested on the floor on the elbow, the hand resting on her cheek. The other held what looked like a rather small book, being careful to hold it open without covering too much of the writing.

The ample chest swelled up and shrank as a long sigh escaped from her lips. She let the book close as she finished it, giving a small toss to let it arc a little before falling to the floor. She looked down at the pumps then followed them back to their source. Her weight shifted as she moved, still watching the machine work and wondering just how much longer this would take.

It seemed to be the same everyday to her. Sit around in the room while the milk was extracted from her. She had been going through this everyday for most of her life. She did not quite remember when she developed and started to produce milk, just that one day she started coming into her.

It had been nice at first. The suction on her nipple and udders sending thrills of pleasure through her like she never felt before. She would squirm and moan, enjoying every second. She did not make much at first, but she loved it.

Now, years later, it had all changed. Some time in between, it became less and less pleasurable until now where it was just a feeling of the sucking of a vacuum against her body. Now the whole thing just sort of bored her. She was stuck to the machine so she could not walk around the room, There was only one television in the entire complex that she knew about, and she was not allowed to go watch it. There was nothing on the walls to really look at, and she had studied them extensively. The only thing she could really do is read, and she was quite honestly getting bored and tired of it. What made the matter worse was the fact that as she had grown, she had come to produce greater amounts of milk and so the process took longer.

The suction on her nipples and udders stopped, the pumps still held on as the last of the milk was drawn into the storage tank. Another sigh came from her, one of relief as she started to pull the pumps off of her and setting them back in place like she was supposed to. She stood up and stretched, her tall well muscled body shifting as muscled tensed and joints popped.

She turned and walked toward the door as it opened, a figure in a medical scrubs standing at the entrance and watching her. She looked down at the male fox then down at the floor. Her large ears twitched with disappointment. It was regulation that whenever she was walking around, she had to be escorted. The two walked along the hall once more, the large female following the smaller male as she was led.

The orderly said nothing as he walked with the large female along the hall and finally stopping. Next to the door in front of them was a wall plate. Etched onto the name plate Was something a D.E.B.O.R.A.H.-Mk1.

The ears dropped slightly as she walked forward, a little disappointed that today she was getting milked then just going back to her room. She turned on the light as she walked in, hearing the large steel door shut behind her. The large form sagged slightly, looking over to the table. She started to walk toward it as she saw the covered tray resting there.

She looked at the food, glad that there was some variety here, but still wishing there was more options. She studied it a moment from a bit of lack of interest and not being completely hungry. Lettuce, cabbage, onion, pepper and carrots making up a large salad with vinegar. Above it was what was supposed to be dessert, a bowl with cantaloupe, honeydew and watermelon balls. On one side sat two pieces of whole wheat bread with one side of each covered in peanut butter. The other side had a piece of cheese, looked to be cheddar this time. She reached up and took a hold of the cup, taking a sip. Orange juice this time. The free hand took a hold of a small cup, giving a small shake to look at the various pills. Vitamins and supplements, she had been told. They were to help keep her healthy and strong. She took the pills then drank some of the juice to wash them down. Now that it was done, she started to eat.

As always, someone showed up as soon as she finished to collect the tray. It was something she did not think much about at first, but as she learned more, the fact that they always knew when she was done had started to bother her. The books used the term creepy, and it did seem to be appropriate. There were probably cameras in every room, but she could not find any sign of them.

D.E.B.O.R.A.H. looked out in the hall as the orderly took her tray, but got to see very little before it closed, and it was nothing new. Same things she saw whenever she looked out, whenever she walked back from wherever she was, most often the milking room.

She walked over to a corner and pushed a couple buttons to get her daily height and weight marked off. She watched the numbers a bit since she had started keeping a mental record of her own. Her height had not continued to grow yet so she was still at the ten foot mark. Her weight however had changed. It seems that she had put on about fifty more pounds since yesterday, which was odd because as far as she could tell, she looked no different.

D.E.B.O.R.A.H. moved to look in the mirror, running her hands over her face. The face looked almost like complete cow. She ran one up, feeling where the few pictures of creatures that were fully cows would have horns, hoping to feel the start of tips but finding only the same thing she normally did.

She reached up and grabbed a handle, pulling a brush to look at it. A finger reached down to run the tip over the metallic teeth. A currycomb she was told, though when she looked it up, she found it was supposed to be for horses, which she was not as far as she had known.

D.E.B.O.R.A.H. reached down as she took the comb to wool. That was the most obvious sign that showed to anyone who saw her that she was not simply a cow, but a mixed species. No one would tell her what all she was, but she could at the very least tell that she was part cow and part sheep. D.E.B.O.R.A.H. had not been born, but engineered. She had been created in one of the labs at this underground facility. Made in an artificial womb monitored by computers and watched by scientist who kept track of her growth and make any necessary adjustments.

The rest of the day dragged on, as it tended to do once everything was done. She tried to draw, to use a pencil and paper to try and copy the image in a picture. She then worked on writing, going the letters in basic block style print then in cursive. After a while she got bored and started to contemplate, that were it possible to keep it from shattering in splinters, how fast would a pencil have to travel in order to penetrate one of the cinderblock walls around her. She then tried to throw the pencil at the wall to see if she could get it to happen, but ended up having the piece of wood and graphite hit broadside then fall harmlessly to the floor below.

When D.E.B.O.R.A.H. finally went to bed, she laid there sleeplessly, staring up at ceiling. There suddenly came a series of small popping sounds, causing her to tense and sit up, listening intently a moment. The popping continued a little longer before finally stopping, then there was a click that sounded like the door unlocking. No one came into the room though, and things turned quiet once more.

The mixed species female reached out and flicked the switch on the lamp beside her bed, but nothing happened. She flipped the switch off and on again, but still nothing happened. She finally stood up walking around the room some. She walked toward the door, flicking the switch only to find the main lights were out too. She moved to the door, grabbing the handle and tugging.

It took an effort of muscle because of the weight, but door in fact did move to open into the room and allow access to the hallway. The hall itself was just as dark as the room before it, no sign of any light, even emergency type normally used for such events as when the power goes out.

D.E.B.O.R.A.H. did not need the lights to be on luckily. She knew the halls were empty of any obstacles and had walked back and forth enough to know exactly where it was she wanted to go. She had to move carefully to keep the hooves from clicking on the tiles. She tried to move as quickly as she could regardless, since she knew that they were not going to just leave her in her room. Someone would be there shortly to make sure she would not do what she was doing right now.

The bio-engineered female headed down to the end of the hall and grabbed the door, pulling it up to expose the shaft inside. She looked around it for a moment then reached out and grabbed one of the rungs. She glanced back behind her to check, despite being unable to see anything, then started climbing.

D.E.B.O.R.A.H. opened the door at the top and looked out into the empty barn. She jumped and pulled back in as there was a sudden flash of lightning which she had never seen. It was soon followed by a sound she had never heard either, the sound of thunder. She had to stop herself from moving back in because if she did, she would never get out.

She ran across the barn to the door as fast as she could, pushing it open and looking outside. Her head turned out and mouth fell open slightly as a sense of awe passed through her. The sky was above her. It was dark and full of thunderclouds with bits of lightning dancing between the swells, but it was the sky. It was so thrilling to see such a thing for the first time ever

D.E.B.O.R.A.H. closed her eyes and took a deep breath, smelling the moisture in the air that warned it was going to rain shortly and a mix of the grass the grew just a single step away. She took that step, feeling the ground under her hoof with a bit of grass touching the back of her leg and tickling a bit of the wool. She saw the fence in the distance when the lightning flashed above her, then started to run once more as she sprinted toward the fence. She may have had no idea where she was going, but she was free and damn well not going back down into the facility where she was pretty much alone and practically bored out of her mind.

Back in the facility, a battery lamp made to look like a lantern sat on a desk, the figure sitting at it still mostly hidden in the shadows. A pen was held in one appendage as the other held several papers down on the surface. The writing implement moved back and forth, following the lines of text printed out on the sheets. The reading stopped suddenly when there was a loud thud, as though someone had just slammed into the large door to the office. The silhouette leaned back and watched as the door opened and the fox orderly walked in carrying a glow stick around his neck.

"Sir!" the vulpine shouted in a frantic tone, "Sir it seems that the power is out all through out the compound. On top of that...." he froze a moment, shifting in fear. The ears pulled back against his head. "It... it seems that Deborah Mark One has escaped. She got out of her room when the power went out and no one bothered to go check on her right away. By the time I got there.... She was already out of the compound and up the elevator shaft." The fox looked down, starting to cringe with fear.

The figure stayed still for a moment, saying nothing and holding still. It suddenly slammed the arms down on the desk as it stood up, flinging papers and throwing the lantern against the wall to cause it to shatter in metal, glass and electrical sparks. A loud growl filled the room.

"Those lazy..." a masculine voice growled out, "FIND HER!" he snarled loudly. "We need to get her back and right away. We have put a lot of money into this project. That does not include the fact that while cow and sheep DNA are common, it's almost impossible to get dragon DNA to work with. Now while we MAY have more, we cannot let the prototype out until we know it worked right. So get those who are supposed to work here, and tell them that either they bring the project back here or I will start to fire them one at a time... with real fire and plenty of gasoline."

The fox nodded rapidly then darted out, leaving the figure in darkness once more. A chair groaned out under the weight as it was sat on. The individual just sat there in the dark, staring into it tensely. Since they were isolated, D.E.B.O.R.A.H. should not get too far before she was found again. That was the hope at least...