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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.)

Deborah yawned as she woke up, stretching out under the sheets before sitting up. She rubbed along the smooth scales under her jaw before stroking down to trace them between her breasts and stopping just above her udders. She moved up to rub the top of her head, following the backward sweep of the rapidly growing horns.

The horns were not like the bovine ones that she was expecting to get. Instead they had started to curve backwards to be more like the horns of a sheep. It was a bit strange since the type of sheep she was supposed to be based off of in fact was not the kind that would sprout or grow horns.

The hand stroked down along her neck then further to reach one of her shoulders. She felt the talon like tip that would either be the top or end of a wing. Her weight shifted, causing the shoulder blade to move and the point to run across her fingertip.

The hybrid's hand pulled away suddenly as though she had scratched herself. Her fingers were uninjured luckily. She raised it to look closer, the nails that had been hoof tips at the end of her fingers were curving and starting to turn into points as they became dragon claws.

The large female pushed up off the floor to stand up and stretched again, feeling points shift. She had grown larger, standing up at a full twelve feet now. She looked around the barn as she headed toward the doors. She felt the urge to rub the top of her head slightly as she remembered how she found out the fact she was now to tall for the house. The memory still made the back of her head ache where it slammed against the ceiling.

Deborah stepped outside, closing her eyes to take a deep breath of the morning air. One of her ears gave a small flick as she enjoyed the moment of peace. She started to walk toward the house, then stopped as she remembered that Desert said he had to leave early this morning. A muscle in her back relaxed slightly as she gave a small smile. Doctor Borden was supposed to fly in today and the canine was going to pick him up. Hopefully the bovine would be able to figure out what was happening and maybe a way to stop or reverse it.

Desert stood at the baggage claim, watching the few passengers that were stopping here come out. His eyes scanned the crowd as he tried to keep himself as obvious as he possibly could. The weight shifted from one foot to the other, a bit of boredom sinking in to mix with the worry about everything.

The short bull with the middle aged spread soon came into sight. He gave a small comforting smile to the younger taller canine before walking with him to get a few bags from the carousel. The bovine listened intently as they walked out to the pick up, getting every bit of the information about what was happening to Deborah and how much she had changed since the time he was called to come down and when he arrived today.

Someone else had gotten off the plane as well, keeping back slightly to watch what was going on. He quietly kept walking along, keeping his eyes on the Doctor and the canine. He followed the two outside, staying near the doors of the airport as he could. He studied the truck the two got into, making sure to get the license plate numbers. As the vehicle drove away, the figure pulled out his cellular phone. He turned it on and hit the buttons to dial the number.

The information about Doctor Borden and Desert was told to the facility that was looking to reclaim the D.E.B.O.R.A.H. Mark One. There was a quick double check to make sure, finding that it was the airport closest to the town where they believed their unit was hiding, and the direction would be the right one for heading toward it.

With the confirmation, the orders were given. The unit that was already at the town believed to be where they were was told to wait near the main road. The information about the old pick up truck was given as well as the fact that Doctor Borden was included. The orders were simple for the most part. Follow the truck for as long as possible without being noticed. Find out where the D.E.B.O.R.A.H. unit is, but do not engage. Once located, report in and wait for further orders.

The pair sat in the large SUV, watching the street with mounting boredom to the point of nearly falling asleep. There was even contemplation of getting something to eat, then came the thought of what Doctor Moriarty would do if he found out that they had abandoned their post to get something to eat and ended up missing the target. Suddenly they had lost their appetites.

There was a bit of relief as the truck drove by. The SUV started up immediately, pulling out to follow. The pair kept back several car lengths, letting some of the traffic slip between them so as not to be too obvious. The unit kept focused, making sure not to actually loose sight of them. There were some close calls at a few points when the light would change color and they would be stuck at the red while the pick up kept going, but luckily they managed to catch back up and resume following.

It became easier to follow, but harder to remained unnoticed as they drove out of the town, the traffic thinning as the main street turned into a country road. The SUV kept tailing the old, almost antiquated, truck until it turned onto a dirt road. At that point, the pair decided to stop following since it would become too obvious that they were.

Doctor Moriarty stood looking at the screens as the call came in. He turned to look at the individual who answered curiously. One hoof clapped down on the tile as his tail flicked with anticipation. When he was told about the success in following, he twitched in excitement.

"Excellent," he chirped out enthusiastically, "Soon this will all be over. The Mark One will be returned to us, and as a bonus, we may be able to do something to take care of Doctor Borden. Have them return to wherever they are currently staying. Send another unit to meet up and join so there will be reinforcements. Also, send the B.R.H.A.D. prototype unit out to go along with them. It's time to have the two units meet and see whether or not the B.R.H.A.D. unit can bring our D.E.B.O.R.A.H. Mark One back to us." His feathers puffed up with excitement as he turned heading down the hall. This may work out better then originally anticipated.

Deborah laid in the grass, eyes almost completely closed as she felt the sun on her body. She stretched out as much as she could, enjoying the feel of the cool grass on her back and the warm sun on her wool covered and bare skin. It felt wonderful, as though something inside her was waking up and being recharged. She also felt so comfortable she would fall back to sleep at any second.

The moment was interrupted as a shadow moved over to block her sun some, noticeable almost instantaneously. One of her eyes opened a crack, looking out through the lids to see the silhouette of two figures standing before her. She moved to sit up, smiling as the canine friend and bull doctor became easier to see and came into focus.

Doctor Borden stood where he was, mouth hanging open as he looked up at her. Now even sitting on the ground, she was taller then him. He looked at the horns protruding from her head, and the scales that covered her face, neck and a portion of her body. He stood gawking for a long moment, his medical bag in hand. He finally gave himself a shake, regaining his composure as he set his bag down.

"Well, I guess I'm going to have to start by modifying some of my ways," He finally said, pushing his glasses back up on his face, "Deborah. If you would be so kind as to lay back down?" He set his bag down and pulled it open. One of his hooves poked through a moment before pulling out a clipboard with paper and pen then a tape measure.

The hybrid female blinked then laid back down. She watched as her height was taken, finding out that she was now a fraction of an inch above the twelve foot mark. Although, at twelve feet tall, fraction of an inch did not seem like it would matter much to her. She cooperated as she was asked to sit up, having her upper and lower arms measured in circumference, then her neck. She froze slightly as the width of her shoulders was noted, trying to watch still. Her eyes closed as she took a deep breath, feeling the measurement of her chest just above her breasts then at the thickest point were taken.

Doctor Borden continued on with an emotional detachment as he had Deborah stand up. He watched her as he measured around her waist, his own bovine tail giving a small flick. He continued to take notes as he measured down along her body, checking at her udder, then hips, butt, thighs, knees and top and bottom of her calf muscles.

"Alright," the bull said calmly as he put the tape measure away, "Now please sit back down. I still have a bit of work to do." He continued to work on Deborah, checking her eyes, ears nose and mouth, jumping slightly at the sight of sharp cuspids growing into the bovine muzzle.

Desert was forced to move next the large hybrid, holding her hand as she closed her eyes in fear of the next part. Several muscles in her body tensed as she tried to keep from thinking too much about it. The canine watched quietly as the doctor took a sample of the milk, wool, scale and then the part that had the hybrid female worried. A needle pierced the skin to draw a vial of blood. The large female squeezed the mutt's paw hard, doing her best not to scream or fight. When she felt the metal pierce her, she wanted to lash out and smack the doctor, despite his trying to help. This time though, she was not strapped down so she actually could.

When it was all done, the three of them walked back toward the house. The sun had started to set, the night air starting to cool down some. The long thick grass swayed back and forth while hints of the wild flowers blew across the fields.

"Well I'm going to have to do some analysis and testing on the samples," Doctor Borden said calmly as they walked, "But it looks like Mr. Mutt's original theory may be right. From what I can tell, something has caused the draconic genes in your body to become more active and aggressive, slowly working to turn you into a more dragon-like creature. If this is the case, then it's quite a fascinating event. Keep in mind, for the most part, dragons, while a race we have seen and are somewhat familiar with, are for the most part mystical creatures and because of this, are quite the mystery. No one has ever been able to figure out what genetics make dragon features in offspring so dominant, or how they do many of the things the are capable of."

"How long will the testing take?" Deborah asked curiously as she followed behind the two. She watched the bull and canine as they went along, stopping at the stairs to the porch since she could no longer fit on it. One arm reached up, resting against the edge of the roof that covered the porch.

"I don't know," he replied as he turned to her, "I mean I don't exactly have access to a proper lab out here, so I kind of have to do the best I can and work with what I have."

"Alright," Desert responded, "Well, if we're all done with the business for the night, I'll see about bringing dinner out for us to have." He gave a smile before heading inside to take care of the meal.