MAU- The Honeymoon

Story by wazza

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 was about four inches

thick. Despite its size, it was surprisingly light. He glanced up at

his bride. "Let's take it back to the cabin and see what it is."

Trish started to object, then her sense of adventure kicked in.

This was like finding buried pirate's treasure, and she was starting

to secretly hope that they would find something of value.

For both Trish and Gary, containing their building excitement was

difficult as they carried the box back to the cabin. They were on

their honeymoon, relaxing in this secluded cabin nestled in the

foothills of the mountains, away from the distractions of modern

life. In two days, they hadn't seen a minute of television, nor

heard any radio. No computers, no noisy neighbors, and a phone

which as of yet hadn't rung. It was, to Trish, a perfectly tranquil

setting to start her life with Gary. They'd gone together for almost

two years before their wedding, and as Trish said, it was like they

were made for each other.

The strange box had interrupted their tranquil environment, but

neither minded too much. It was like it was part of the adventure,

a minor addition rather than a distraction. Gary started to set the

box on the tiny table.

"Nope. Not on the table. We have to eat off this table," Trish

admonished him gently. "How about the coffee table?"

Gary smiled and gave his wife a quick kiss. "Sorry, love," he

apologized sincerely. "I hadn't thought of that."

Trish returned the kiss. "No problem, sweetie." She wrapped her

arms around one of Gary's arms, and together they walked to the

`living room', if you could call it that.

The cabin was tiny, smaller than some apartments. It had but one

bedroom, a modest bathroom, and a large open room that was

divided by the tiny table into kitchen and living spaces. With it's a-

frame construction, it had a high ceiling over the open room, and a

small loft above the bedroom. It was cozy, a feature that Trish

loved. Cozy. Intimate. Perfect

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