Major and Minor Changes
#6 of D.E.B.O.R.A.H.
(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.
"Listen miss," the male said in a calm yet firm tone, "I understand you are just doing your job. All the same, however, we are trying to find Mister Mutt. Now if you could just tell us what his last financial transaction was and where, we would appreciate it." He leaned on the counter, trying to smile as sweetly as he could.
"I'm sorry," the feline behind the counter growled out, "but information about our clients' accounts are a private matter. Mr. Mutt's accounts are accessible only by him, so there are no others who are allowed access to it. So, unless you are in fact with a law enforcement agency and have a warrant, I must ask you to leave now or I in fact will call security." She moved to cross her arms across her chest. The feline ears pulled back as she glared at the male. Her tail was straight up and back rigid, every muscle tense as though challenging the male to go ahead and try something.
"Alright," the male responded in a placating tone with his paws up, "Alright. I'll leave. I assure you though, that this will not be a matter that is forgotten. I'm quite certain that when Mr. Mutt hears about this, he will have quite a bit to say on the matter." He turned and walked out, trying to keep it from being a storm of rage. He may have seemed calm, but inside, he was boiling with frustration.
Once outside of the bank, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cellular phone. The fingers slid across the buttons, rapidly, accessing the number and hitting dial. He talked into it as he walked toward a car, reporting his lack of success with the bank on coaxing the location of D.E.B.O.R.A.H. and the canine that was assisting in her escape.
Dr. Moriarty let out a sigh of frustration as the information about the bank was told to him. He thought a long moment, trying to figure out another way they could possibly find out the location of the pair. The canine was of no value and probably of little consequence, but the D.E.B.O.R.A.H. Mark One was what matter. Since the unit had no money or job, the male would have to be the one who would have to be paying for everything needed for whatever the two were planning. That was assuming that the two were working alone of course.
The hippogriff moved down through the halls of the facility, stopping to look into one of the windows into the laboratory. He moved close, looking at the two forms. The two had been growing rapidly, though not at the same rate. One was more then twice the size of the other, the breasts and udders rapidly swelling to start filling out. The two were being given the accelerated growth stimulators so they would reach completion simultaneously, one getting about half as much treatment at the same time so it would be developed to a younger state while the other reached full maturity.
"We're going to have to do something about their mental development," he contemplated aloud. The growth stimulators caused the bodies to grow at an accelerated rate, bringing their physical age to whatever was needed. It did not help develop their minds in the same manners as it turned out. The two would still have the emotional and intellect of a recently born youth.
His thoughts were cut off as someone else came up, bringing him some additional news. Apparently someone had found out something that may be useful. There was an increase in the production and release of milk in a town, but no one could give the name of the company or where it was located. Doctor Moriarty smiled to himself, the thick horse tail flicking behind him. His feathered head turned suddenly to face someone, making them jump slightly.
"Send two individuals and a bio-gene hound there immediately to see if it in fact is them," he ordered, "Tell them to get word back as soon as they can, one way or the other. Postpone having the B.R.H.A.D. unit brought here right away. Instead we may send it directly to the location to see if it can catch and bring in the D.E.B.O.R.A.H. Mark One for us." He watched the messenger hurry away as fast as he could then turned back to the mark two and mark three units. If they did bring the mark one in, they would have to fully grown D.E.B.O.R.A.H. units ready for breeding and manufacture. This delay could actually end up giving them a greater financial advantage since two females would mean twice and many offspring to sell.
The additional milk that was being sold was from Deborah. Now that she was no longer traveling, she could do more then release just enough milk to keep it from hurting. The few days she could not fully milk had slowed production, but she still produced a lot. Now she could use the machine for as long as she wanted. It was not as long as it had been at the facility, and she still found the whole thing quite boring. But the pumping left her feeling better and now the money was going directly to her. She still produced a lot of milk, though not as much as she used to since she was not needing to be milked as long.
Desert was just returning to the farm from town and one of the runs to sell milk and buy some groceries. He wiped his paws on his jeans as he climbed out of the old farm truck, glad it had been able to still run when it was found out in the barn. He grabbed the box full of groceries out of the back, carrying it up the porch and to the front door. The canine stopped as he stepped in, the smile on his face fading almost instantly.
Deborah was laying curled up on the kitchen floor. Her legs were tucked up against her chest, her head on her knees. She tucked her arms between her thighs and calf muscles, pulling herself up as tight and small as she could. There were small whimpering noises escaping her throat as tears flowed from her closed eyes.
"Deborah?" the canine asked curiously as he set the box down on the table and started walking toward the curled up hybrid fem. "what's the matter? What happened?" He crouched down by the large body trying to curl up into a small ball and reached out to stroke along the vertebrae of her back from the top of her shoulders and down along the length to just above her tail.
"I ate some meat, " the large hybrid fem whimpered out, "The.... Salmon you had in the refrigerator that you were going to eat for dinner tonight." Her large brown eyes opened, looking up at him. "I got hungry and went to get something for lunch, but none of the fruits and vegetables looked appealing to me for some reason. Then I noticed the fish. Before I knew it, tore into the packaging and ate the thing raw. It was kind of slimy and messy, but tasted so good. I feel sick from eating it but...I want a hamburger."
"What?" the canine asked curiously. He looked down at the uncurling hybrid, blinking slightly in a bit of shock at what he was just being told. The mention of a burger kind of cause his train of thought to fly off the tracks completely.
"I want a hamburger," she repeated rolling to lay on her back as she held her hands up. "I want a thick, juicy, meaty hamburger patty with cheese... and bacon. The entire they just dripping....oh god. I have never wanted anything to eat so badly before in my life. What is the matter with me?"
She turned to look at him, giving the canine a chance to look at her a long moment. The creamy white scales around her eyes had grown larger. It had spread out further, creating the effect as though she were wearing a mask made to look like scales. Her eyes had changed slightly, the exact difference was a bit difficult to recognize.
"I don't know," he finally responded, giving a shrug, "This is all kind of new to me. If I had to take a guess though, it would be that something or other has caused the dragon part of you to become stronger. So now you are starting to have the urges and appetite of a dragon." He moved forward, stroking the top of her head. "I think I'll go call Dr. Borden. Maybe we can get him to come out here and check on you. He might be able to fig-OW!"
His paw pulled away suddenly from her, a stinging sensation in his palm from the top of her head. There was a small pin prick on his palm pad. It did not look like much, but it could be felt and was starting to create a bead of blood. He looked at it a moment then leaned down to look closely at her scalp while probing around the spot he thought it happened.
"What?" Deborah asked curiously, "What is it?" She stayed where she was for the moment, holding still as best she could while the canine explored the top of her head. She looked up, trying to watch him as best she could while he seemed to focus intently on her head.
"Well they're small but there," he finally responded, "It looks like you're starting to get a pair of horns." He gave her a pat on the head as he moved back some.
The large hybrid female stared at him a moment, some part of her thinking about the fact that for eighteen years she never had horns. Now they were starting to grow up from under her wool. One hand finally reached up, feeling the point of the budding detail. The sharp point poked against the hard point of the hoof tip of her hand.
"I'll go call Doctor Borden," the canine said as he stood up. He moved a paw to stroke along the side of her neck and over the cheek as he stood up. The grabbed his wallet, pulling out the card Borden had given him the day the doctor had come to tell them about Deborah's origin. He sighed some as he dialed the long distance number.
The elderly bovine sat back at the desk in his office, looking out the window and giving small mooing sounds. He jumped slightly as the phone rang, the sound catching him off guard since he was not expecting any such thing. He blinked at the machine as though it had just barked at him, then relaxed a moment to grab the hand piece.
"Doctor Borden speaking," the cow said in a professional voice before listening to the other end. "Ah yes. Just a moment please." He set the phone down on the desk and pulled back slightly. "We'll have to continue another time. This is a private call and I need to take it immediately."
The small white female crawled out from under the desk, licking her lips with a grin. Her furless tail flicked behind her as she worked to button her blouse back up.
"Of course Doctor," the rodent girl replied, "I'll be at my desk doing some filing should you need me then." She grinned more and gave her a wink, the large ears giving a twitch. She then turned and headed toward the door of the office, hips and tail swaying to show off her shapely butt as she left, shutting the door behind her.
"Alright," the atypical bull spoke back into the phone. "So what seems to the problem now?" One of the large ears flicked as he leaned back. He listened to the statements coming from the other side, nodding to himself slightly. He shifted, leaning over the desk as he listened more intensely.
"Oh..." he said softly, "My. Mymymy... Yes. It's a good thing you called me. This could be something serious. Alright well it will take me a few days to clear my schedule so I can have things taken care of while I'm up. Just give me an address and phone number and I'll let you know when I can be up there as soon as I can."
The middle-aged male bovine listened intently as he wrote down the address and number that was given to him. When he finished, he leaned back in his seat, running his hand over the top of his head. He looked at the door then reached down to push the button on the intercom.
"Miss Aurell," he spoke into the machine, "We're going to have to reschedule most of my appointments for a few days."
"Yes Dr. Borden," the feminine voice responded, "Do you wish for me to come back in and continue our... DICK-tation sir?" The sexy voice took on a heavy teasing tone.
"No no." the bull said rapidly, "Well... yes but not right now. We have more important matters at the moment. This needs to be taken care of as soon as we possibly can."