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A young man volunteers for a sleep study, and wakes up in a strange lab transforming into a wolf-girl....

I awoke, curled up to Greg in bed in the pre-dawn light, his warm furry body a comforting presence. His scent, mingled with mine, filled the air. His chest was slowly rising and falling to his breathing as he slept. I smiled, thinking about how much fun love-making had been last night. And then I thought about yesterday, and meeting his parents....

His father didn't like me, and as far as I could tell, his mother wanted me to make her a grandmother. It certainly hadn't gone well.

At first, being a girl had been erotic and exciting, but now it was getting complicated. Greg wanted me to_marry_ him, and I didn't know how to let him down....

And I sure has hell didn't want to have his baby! After all, I was a really a guy!

I was, I realized, finally starting to miss my penis....

Life had actually been _simpler_with a cock....

I sighed. I didn't know what to tell him, but it certainly wouldn't be the truth: that I had once been male, and a human. I had no idea how he would handle that....

Why are you staying with him anyway?, I thought. I had the bubble car now, and I could go anyplace on Earth I desired, even the Moon! But still, he was kind and gentle, and never argued with me like my last girlfriend, and he was a great lover....

I shook my head. I really was getting much too used to him. Having sex every night, no arguments, it was the perfect relationship... if I was still a guy. Hell, even as a girl, it was still perfect.

I smiled at the thought and began to rub the fur on his chest. Greg was the perfect lover. He always made me cum, sometimes twice, and his wolf stamina was very impressive!

Then I started to to wonder what it was that Greg saw in me. The girl of his dreams? An easy lay?Sure, I thought, I am an easy lay. Who wouldn't want me?_And that made me wonder: _What if I'm just a slut to him, and that's all that he wants?

I shook my head again. It couldn't be that simple. After all, Greg was really falling for me.

Maybe he just wants me to be the mother of his children....

I moved my hand down to the fur on his belly, rubbing him there. Greg started to stir.

I looked down between his legs, to his sheath. His red penis was protruding slightly. My hormones kicked in, and suddenly his penis became the center of my attention. I felt a sudden urge to touch it, to feel it. I wanted to taste it again, to have it in me, to submit to him again....

I sighed again, shaking my head, remembering the time I had given him a blow job. Wouldn't it be nice to wake him up with his cock in your mouth?, some part of me thought, but I pushed the thought aside. I still didn't know what had overcome me to do that the first time....

Female hormones again, I guessed.

Then Greg snorted and stirred. I looked up at him, and his eyes opened. He turned to look at me.

"Good morning Sam", he said.

"Good morning, Greg", I replied with a smile.

He sat up, yawning and stretching. I felt a tingle run through me as I watched him, admiring his male muscles. God, just seeing his masculine body really turned me on....

"Greg", I said, reaching for his furry sheath with my hand and caressing it, "do you want to make love again?", I asked. My tail wagged.

He smiled and kissed me. "Sure", he said. "Anything for you, my love."

I smiled back at him. Rolling onto my back, I spread my legs, and he climbed atop me, getting between my thighs. I stroked his sheath, and cupped his balls, feeling them as his erection grew. He reached down and felt the lips of my pussy, stroking me, building warmth and tingles in my underbelly as I slowly grew wet. My nipples grew erect, and warmth flooded my breasts.

Then he kissed me, shifted his hips, and expertly penetrated me with his penis, sliding his length up into me. I moaned as I felt the warm flesh of his erection slide past the wet inner walls of my vagina, sending a wave of pleasure through me.

He stretched me out, filling me, and I could feel the tip of his penis at the top of my vagina.

I looked up at him, smiling, and he smiled back down at me. And then he started to thrust.

"Oh... oh... God... Greg...", I managed, raising my knees into the air as each thrust brought a new wave of pleasure. Then he started to pick up the tempo, and I started to moan and squirm as the waves of pleasure grew in intensity, and soon I was thrashing in ecstasy, my tits bouncing and jiggling as his balls slammed into my cunt.

God, it felt so _good_to be fucked! I didn't care if he thought I _was_a slut, this made everything I had gone through worth it.

Soon, my cries became short howls, and then one long howl as the waves of sensation became unbearable and I came, a warm massive diffuse wave of pleasure spreading out through me from my vagina as I shut my eyes to the white light and fireworks behind them. God, cumming felt so _different_as a girl, not as sharp and intense as it had been as man, but just as pleasant and much longer lasting. And so I howled and howled and howled as I came, Greg kissing me and licking my muzzle as he humped me, until the sensation started to drain away, and I started to come back down to Earth.

When I could open my eyes again, I was looking up at Greg: he had a look of concentration on his face as he continued to fuck me. He noticed my gaze, and smiled down at me, licking my nose. "I'm about to spill my seed, Samantha", he said, and then he stopped thrusting and pushed his penis as far up into me as he could, and I felt it pulsing inside me as he filled the top of my vagina with his cum, growling as he came.

Finished, he laid down atop me, his muzzle beside mine, and we both rested, breathing heavily. "How was that?", he whispered into my ear, and I smiled.

"Wonderful, as always", I replied. Being a girl _never_got old.

I felt his penis slowly growing flaccid inside me, and he finally got off me, pulling out of me, leaving a sensation in my vagina like he was still in me....

He laid down beside me, taking my hand in his, and we laid there beside each other for a few minutes.

Then he turned to me and said: "Are you ready to take the bubble car to D.C.?"

"Sure", I replied, "but let's bathe first."

So we got out of bed, took some soap, and bathed in the river. Then we shook our selves off, and went back into the cabin to get dressed. We had a breakfast of strawberry jam and fresh bread, and I grabbed my purse and the bubble car flight manual, and we got in the car.

Inside, I set the controls on the navigation map to Washington D.C, and the car rose into the air at an alarming rate, judging by the downward view, and describing a parabolic arc to thirty thousand meters and breaking the sound barrier. We felt no motion at all as it flew.

We looked at each other for a moment, then back to the navigation map as the car flew rapidly towards D.C., eating up the kilometers in minutes.

In fifteen minutes, we where over Washington D.C.

At thirty thousand meters, the whole city looked like a forest with occasional blue plastic streets and white concrete buildings poking out. The most remarkable thing about it was a giant defensive wall, maybe a hundred meters tall, ringing the whole city.

A red light lit on the dash that said "RADAR Lock-On Warning".

They must have us lit up on tracking radar, I thought. I looked at the navigation map, and it had about twenty green circles on it, indicating places to land from what I had read in the manual.

I read the text next to the green circles, and noticed one labeled "Marriot", and another that said "Hilton".

"Let's land at the Hilton", I said out loud, and touched the green circle icon with that label.

The bubble car began to descend towards a skyscraper, and landed on it's roof among a cluster of helicopters and what looked like tilt-rotor aircraft and some cars with vectored thrust jets.

We where the only bubble car.

We looked at each other. "We're here!", I said. "Let's get out and go exploring!"

Greg laughed, and we got out of the car. I keyed it closed.

The first thing I noticed about D.C. was the smell in the air: like newly a mown lawn. Then my ears pivoted to the sounds of traffic. I looked around for a parking ticket booth, but there wasn't one. There where a couple of aluminum light poles, with cameras on them, but no parking attendant. At the corner of the roof was an elevator.

Greg was grinning at me. I grinned back, and we walked to the elevator. "I guess we should check in at the lobby", I said, and pressed the button for the ground floor.

The elevator rose to greet us, air-conditioning blowing in our faces when the doors opened, and we got in. On the way down, it stopped at the fifteenth floor, and a drunk man in a business suit, reeking of alcohol, got in. We looked at each other, but said nothing. Then we arrived at the ground floor.

Greg and I walked out into an immaculate lobby area smelling of fresh floor wax and other animal species, as well as men and women. Right in front of us was a reception desk, and behind it a man in a work suit stood next to one of those black pyramid computers. We walked up to him.

"How much is it to park our bubble car on the roof?", I asked him.

"Oh, parking is free!", he said with a smile, "Are you here on business or pleasure?"

"Business", I told him. He scowled, looking at us. I had to admit, in our simple clothes and bare feet, we didn't look much like business-people. He typed something into the 3D display of the computer, poking icons in the air I couldn't see from my angle.

"And would you two like a room for the night?", he asked.

"Sure, a room for two... one bed", I said.

He handed us the hotel register, and a pen. "Sign here please", he said, and we did.

Then he typed something again in the air, and handed us green plastic key cards. "Your room is 1417. That's on the fourteenth floor. Dining is on level three, and entertainment on five."

"That will be seven hundred dollars", he said.

I stared. Inflation, I guess. "Do you take gold?", I asked.

"We sure do", he replied. "How much do you have?"

I dug into my purse for a gold coin, and showed it to him. He took it, put it on a scale, weighed it, pressed some icons on his computer display, and handed me four one hundred dollar bills and some change in small bills.

I stared at the cash. Money hadn't changed at all! George Washington was still on the one!

We took our access cards and change. "Let's go see our room", I said to Greg, and he nodded. We turned around and headed back to the elevator.

"Enjoy your stay at the Hilton", said the receptionist, and I pressed the button for floor fourteen.

The elevator took us up and let us out into a long hallway lined with rooms, a sign pointing left, right and forward with room numbers directly in front of us. Ours was to the right, so we walked that way until we came to our room and keyed it open.

It looked like any other hotel room I had ever been in, only with a what looked like a flat screen TV on the wall, and, strangely, an old-fashioned land-line phone on a desk, next to the bed by a lamp.

Next to the phone was a directory, and a copy of Gideon's bible.

I laughed to myself, grinning. The more things change, the more they stay the same, I thought.

I walked up to the phone while Greg took the TV remote off the wall. I picked up the phone book and turned it's pages to "Auto's".

There was an impressive list of auto dealers in town. I began to scan for one that sold bubble cars.

Behind me, Greg turned the TV on, which displayed a 3D image, and then went to the bed and sat down on it's corner, watching. He started flipping through the channels.

I found a used car lot that sold aerospace vehicles in the directory, and picked up the phone to call them.

A man answered, and I asked how much a used bubble car cost. He laughed and told me "about a hundred million dollars, but we don't have any on the lot."

I sat down, stunned. How much is a hundred million dollars worth?

I hung up the phone and called the next place, and the next place. None had bubble cars for sale, and all quoted me about the same price. Finally, I found an auto-dealer that did have a bubble car for sale, and asked him if he would buy ours. The answer was affirmative, so I memorized the street address.

Behind me, I started to hear the sounds of love-making coming from the TV. I turned and looked: Greg had found a porn channel, and was watching an eight foot tall disfigured mutant with a massive cock banging a female mutant doggie-style. I stared: the woman had eight breasts, like a dog....

"Greg!", I shouted, and walked up to him. I took the remote out of his hand and clicked it off.

"Hey, I was watching that!", he said, looking up at me with a smile.

"This is no time for porn", I told him, and took his hand in mine. "I found a car dealer, let's go."

He growled a little, and got up. I noticed he had an erection under his pants. Geez, you would think I would be enough for him, I thought, and then laughed as I realized I was being jealous.

"What does she have that I don't have have?", I asked him.

"Eight tits!", he replied with a smile, adjusting his cock in his pants. Then he kissed me and said "But I love you anyway".

I growled.

"Come on, I found an auto dealer where can sell our bubble car", I told him.

So we left the room, and went to the elevator, taking it back down to the ground floor. We walked out of the lobby, and onto the street. Here, the smell of newly mown lawn was much more intense. The streets where paved with blue plastic, every building was covered with 3D holograms displaying ads, and to my surprise, I saw rick-shaws being hauled my people! Amid them, there was the occasional car or motorcycle, and lot's of people and uplifted animals riding bikes.

"Where is that smell coming from?", I wondered aloud.

"What smell?", Greg asked, sniffing the air.

"It smells like freshly cut grass!", I replied.

"Oh, that's switch-grass ethanol burning. From the cars", he said.

Of course. No oil in the future, I thought.

I looked around for a cab, but there where no cabs, only rick-shaws. So we walked up to one. It was operated by a tired looking man in clothes that looked pretty worn. I asked him if he knew where the address of the car lot was, and he nodded and smiled. "Sure, I can take you there. One hundred dollars!", he said.

I paid him from the money in my purse, and we got in. He picked up the handles of the rick-shaw, and began to run. Soon, we where headed down the street, and in thirty minutes, after dodging a lot of traffic, including cars and whizzing motorcycles, we arrived at the car lot.

Like all the buildings I had seen in D.C. so far, it had a 3D advertising display. "Master Auto", it read. We got out of the rick-shaw, walking through a mostly empty parking lot, and into the building. A bell rang as I opened the door, and a young white-furred rabbit-woman in a blue suit greeted us with a wave.

"Are you buying or selling?", she asked.

"Selling", I replied. "A bubble car."

"Oh. You'll want to talk to Tony, then. Follow me", she replied, and began to walk towards the back offices. She led us to a back office room, where a tan rabbit-man in a business-suit behind a desk stood up and greeted us.

"How can I help you?", he asked.

"We have a bubble car for sale", I said.

"Excellent!", was his reply. He dug into his pocket and handed me a business card. "If you can just land it here - the co-ordinates are on the card - I'll give you a price for it!"

We thanked him, shook hands, and left.

I was feeling kind of hungry by now, and asked Greg where he thought we should eat. "I'm in the mood for a steak dinner!", he replied, so we waited on the street by the parking lot until an empty rick-shaw came by, and hailed it. This time, the owner was a young man.

"Do you now a good steak restaurant near here?", I asked.

"I sure do!", he replied, "Fifty dollars, please."

I gave him a hundred and he gave me back a fifty, and we got into the rick-shaw.

The young man picked up the handles and began to run. In about fifteen minutes, he brought us to a restaurant called "Marty's Steak and Ale", and let us out. We thanked him, and walked in.

Inside it smelled wonderful: cooking steak, fresh bread, cheese, salad....

A man in a work suit greeted us. "Table for two?", he asked.

We nodded, and he led us over to a table, giving us menu's. We read them, coming to quick decisions, and motioned a waitress over. We ordered steak and ale.

It took them about twenty minutes to cook it for us, and then they brought it out. We dug in, and it was delicious.

As we where finishing, a strange man walked up to table. He was wearing a black uniform with a beret, and I noticed with shock a deaths-head epaulet on his head-wear: he looked like some kind of extra from a movie on the Nazi SS, right down to the sidearm, blond hair, and blue eyes.

"Greg and Samantha?", he asked.

We nodded. "That's us", I said.

"I'm from the Transportation Security Administration. Is that your bubble car on the roof of the Hilton?"