MAU- The Honeymoon

For those uninitiated into the works of Elrod W, MAU stands for the "Morphic Adaptation Unit", essentially an extraterrestrial device that allows the user to change forms. This is another story that made its way into my collection, and I would like to pass it onto you (I got hundreds of them, likely, hehe). This story contains primarily transgender themes, but definitely strong futa elements. This is another story from fictionmania.

Morphic Adaptation Unit - Honeymoon

By Elrod W

A couple honeymooning in a remote cabin find a strange alien

contraption. The happy belief that they were made for each other

has more truth than they cared to imagine....

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Morphic Adaptation Unit - Honeymoon

The light breeze wasn't too cool for the warm spring afternoon.

Instead, with the sunny blue sky, the freshly greening trees, and

the flowers in the meadow, the breeze merely added to what was

an idyllic setting. Trish couldn't have been happier. Not only was

she enjoying the beautiful day, but she was strolling lazily, arm in

arm, with Gary, her husband of all of two days. She leaned her

head on his arm and sighed contentedly.

"Ouch!" Gary yelped as he flinched.

Trish let go of his arm, turning to him with surprise. She feared

that somehow she'd hurt him. Instead, she saw him hopping on

one foot, twisting down and holding his food. "Damn!" he muttered

as he tried to rub his sore foot. "I stubbed my toe on something!"

Trish leaned on his arm delicately, so as not to cause him to lose

his balance. "What can I do?" she asked sweetly.

Gary slowly lowered his foot, then he looked down at the ground,

searching for the offending item. He spied it almost immediately,

and to his surprise, it wasn't a stone or stick. "What the...?" he

asked. He bent over, stooping to examine the item.

Trish followed his gaze, and she squatted beside him to see what

had caused Gary to nearly trip.

It wasn't natural, that was certain. Natural objects didn't have

square corners, nor smooth surfaces. Gary brushed the object,

and he gasped when he saw the metal surface beneath the dust.

"What the hell?" he asked himself softly. He squatted and his

fingers began to pull and tug at the item. When he couldn't budge

it, he glanced around and found a piece of stick. He attacked the

soft ground around the object, and slowly the earth yielded to his

efforts, exposing the large metal box.

When it was nearly exposed, Gary tossed the stick aside and

began to tug, certain that it would be heavy. To his surprise, it

popped right out of the ground, and he hefted it easily.

"What is it?" Trish asked in a hushed voice, as if she and Gary

were engaged in some secret conspiracy.

Gary shrugged. "I don't know," he admitted. "But it must be worth

something." He turned the box over in his hands. It measured

about nine inches by fifteen inches, and w