{"sf1_id":2023661,"sf2_id":"dePr0Lwn","title":"Moonlight Snacks (WIFWOLF)","author":"PapaDelta","words":1122,"posted_at":"2023-07-14T00:14:35.000Z","tags":["First Person","Food","Greentext","HMOFA","Horror","House","Human","Humor","SFW","Werewolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2023661-moonlight-snacks-wifwolf","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dePr0Lwn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/41/37/41372855-072c-4776-a0df-8e5f5b88a510","description":"A guy hears some strange sounds coming from downstairs during a full moon.  \n  \n~1,100 words","content":"\\\u003e\\*CLINK\\*\n\n\\\u003e\\*BANG\\*\n\n\\\u003e\\*THUNK\\*\n\n\\\u003eThe sounds of some kind of commotion going on downstairs draws me out of a sleep induced stupor\n\n\\\u003eI rub my eyes and sit up, my tired body lethargically responding to my commands\n\n\\\u003eShit, what could be going on downstairs?\n\n\\\u003eBurglars stealing our television?\n\n\\\u003eA hungry raccoon sneak into the house again?\n\n\\\u003eA vengeful spirit coming to haunt me for living on top of a sacred indian burial ground?\n\n\\\u003eWhatever the case it's nothing six rounds of .357 can't handle\n\n\\\u003eExcept for that last one, maybe\n\n\\\u003e\"Honey, did you hear something downstairs?\" I ask my wife, her sense of hearing has always been sharper than mine\n\n\\\u003eHearing no response I look to the other side of the bed to find it empty, the wrinkled sheets lit by a full moon shining in through a window\n\n\\\u003eAh hell, what if she went downstairs to check it out and gets into a fight with a burglar?\n\n\\\u003eOr worse...\n\n\\\u003eShit!\n\n\\\u003eI leap off the bed and snatch my revolver and flashlight from the nightstand, a surge of adrenaline purging any remaining sleepiness from my muscles\n\n\\\u003eI quietly open the bedroom door and begin slinking down the hall, the strange sounds of some unwanted guest downstairs still bouncing off the walls\n\n\\\u003eWith my heart beating out of my chest I walk over to the staircase and slowly, quietly, hesitantly, begin walking down\n\n\\\u003eStep...after...step...after...step\n\n\\\u003eI'm about halfway down when\n\n\\\u003e\\*CREAK\\*\n\n\\\u003eA loose board gives away my position and the sounds coming from downstairs suddenly stop\n\n\\\u003eI pause for a few silent, terrifying seconds\n\n\\\u003eDo I stop?\n\n\\\u003eWait for them to come to me?\n\n\\\u003eRun down and catch the intruder by surprise?\n\n\\\u003eFlee like a coward?\n\n\\\u003eUhhhh...\n\n\\\u003eFor some inexplicable reason my brain decides that bumrushing the intruder is 'clearly' the best option\n\n\\\u003eI rush down the remaining stairs and turn a corner towards the kitchen, my revolver and flashlight held out in front of me\n\n\\\u003eAs soon as I face the kitchen I stop in shock\n\n\\\u003eWell, there's the source of the sounds\n\n\\\u003eA tall furry beast, easily seven feet tall and full of muscle, stares back at me from in front of an open fridge\n\n\\\u003eHer canine face is smothered in a dripping red substance\n\n\\\u003eLong gaunt fingers all end in ebony claws \u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003ePointed ears flick and turn towards me as she cocks her head, curious\n\n\\\u003eI’m frozen in place as I look her in the eye, my mind totally locked up\n\n\\\u003eApparently not liking my lack of response she bears her teeth and lets out a low throaty growl\n\n\\\u003eI finally overcome my indecision and…lower my gun\n\n\\\u003eAs soon as the barrel is pointed at the ground she lets her lips fall back into place and whines pitifully\n\n\\\u003eI sigh in disappointment at myself, how could have I forgotten that tonight was a full moon?\n\n\\\u003eAnd just like every other full moon my wife undergoes a drastic transformation into her lupine form\n\n\\\u003eShe grows claws, a tail, muzzle, the whole shebang\n\n\\\u003eNot to mention she goes from an aggressively average five foot eight and a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet into a muscle bound giant of a beast\n\n\\\u003eYet the mental aspects of the transformation are arguably more severe\n\n\\\u003eWhile transformed she loses all higher functions and allows more base instincts to guide her\n\n\\\u003eSpeech is out of the question, as is most complex thought\n\n\\\u003eThankfully she retains some of her memory while transformed\n\n\\\u003eThis includes things like who her loved ones are, how to open the fridge, and the knowledge that going outside while all big and furry is a VERY bad idea\n\n\\\u003eShe whines again and I shine the flashlight at her\n\n\\\u003e”What is it honey?”\n\n\\\u003eHer ears flick back in shame and she brings a paw up\n\n\\\u003eIt’s thoroughly wedged into a large jar of strawberry jelly\n\n\\\u003eWell, that explains the red stuff all over her face\n\n\\\u003eI set my revolver onto the island and walk towards her, eventually grabbing the jar and pulling it back with all my might\n\n\\\u003eIt breaks free from her paw and I offer it back to her\n\n\\\u003eShe snatches it back and sticks her muzzle right into it, long canine tongue greedily lapping at the bits of jelly at the bottom\n\n\\\u003eI chuckle and survey what she’s gotten into so far\n\n\\\u003eTwo packs of bacon\n\n\\\u003eAll the ground beef\n\n\\\u003eAn empty carton of eggs lies on the floor, guess she ate them shell and all\n\n\\\u003eA few empty cans of soup covered in bite marks lie on the counter\n\n\\\u003eA box of cookies\n\n\\\u003eAnd an entire gallon of milk to wash it all down apparently\n\n\u0026nbsp;\\\u003e”You’re going to be sick in the morning you know, you can’t digest all this stuff before sunrise.” I sternly tell her\n\n\\\u003eShe briefly stops lapping at the jelly to look at me, then goes right back to attacking the jelly\n\n\\\u003eWhatever, at least from the looks of things she didn’t touch the ice cream I got yesterday\n\n\\\u003eIt’s my favorite flavor only sold in one specialty ice cream shop in the entire state\n\n\\\u003eYa know, I should probably double check just to make sure she didn’t eat it\n\n\\\u003eI open the freezer door, shine my light in, and…it’s gone! No way!\n\n\\\u003eI frantically search the entire freezer to make sure it isn’t hiding behind something and nope, it’s not here at all\n\n\\\u003eBefuddled, I check all around the kitchen for the tell tale empty cartons yet they don’t appear to be here either\n\n\\\u003eIn a moment of clarity it hits me\n\n\\\u003eI walk over to the trash can and peer in\n\n\\\u003eSure enough there they are, all four cartons of my beloved ice cream licked clean\n\n\\\u003eShe always did try to hide signs of her sugar tooth when she was in human form, guess this instinct carried over into her lupine form tonight\n\n\\\u003eAngered, I turn towards my wolfy wife to scold her\n\n\\\u003eBut I just can’t\n\n\\\u003eShe’s sitting on the floor with her head stuck in the jelly jar, her paws impotently trying to pull it off\n\n\\\u003eMy petty anger quickly fades and I walk towards the stricken canine\n\n\\\u003eI grip the jar with both hands and pull it free from her head\n\n\\\u003eBut instead of taking the jar back she peppers my face in slobbery, strawberry smelling kisses\n\n\\\u003eI laugh and hand her the jar back\n\n\\\u003eShe goes right back to trying to lick it clean and I sit down behind her, my hands absentmindedly running through her fur\n\n\\\u003eI’ll have to get some more of that ice cream tomorrow\n\n\\\u003eBut more importantly I’ll need to find a way to hide it from her before the next full moon hits\n\n\\\u003eThat stuff’s expensive","series":{"name":"Garden of Greens (Anthology)","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2020482-dairy-delinquent-adhg.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2023662-mean-clean-yeen-adhg.json"}}