# Moonlight Snacks (WIFWOLF) Author: PapaDelta Tags: First Person, Food, Greentext, HMOFA, Horror, House, Human, Humor, SFW, Werewolf A guy hears some strange sounds coming from downstairs during a full moon. ~1,100 words \>\*CLINK\* \>\*BANG\* \>\*THUNK\* \>The sounds of some kind of commotion going on downstairs draws me out of a sleep induced stupor \>I rub my eyes and sit up, my tired body lethargically responding to my commands \>Shit, what could be going on downstairs? \>Burglars stealing our television? \>A hungry raccoon sneak into the house again? \>A vengeful spirit coming to haunt me for living on top of a sacred indian burial ground? \>Whatever the case it's nothing six rounds of .357 can't handle \>Except for that last one, maybe \>"Honey, did you hear something downstairs?" I ask my wife, her sense of hearing has always been sharper than mine \>Hearing 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 \>Ah hell, what if she went downstairs to check it out and gets into a fight with a burglar? \>Or worse... \>Shit! \>I leap off the bed and snatch my revolver and flashlight from the nightstand, a surge of adrenaline purging any remaining sleepiness from my muscles \>I quietly open the bedroom door and begin slinking down the hall, the strange sounds of some unwanted guest downstairs still bouncing off the walls \>With my heart beating out of my chest I walk over to the staircase and slowly, quietly, hesitantly, begin walking down \>Step...after...step...after...step \>I'm about halfway down when \>\*CREAK\* \>A loose board gives away my position and the sounds coming from downstairs suddenly stop \>I pause for a few silent, terrifying seconds \>Do I stop? \>Wait for them to come to me? \>Run down and catch the intruder by surprise? \>Flee like a coward? \>Uhhhh... \>For some inexplicable reason my brain decides that bumrushing the intruder is 'clearly' the best option \>I rush down the remaining stairs and turn a corner towards the kitchen, my revolver and flashlight held out in front of me \>As soon as I face the kitchen I stop in shock \>Well, there's the source of the sounds \>A tall furry beast, easily seven feet tall and full of muscle, stares back at me from in front of an open fridge \>Her canine face is smothered in a dripping red substance \>Long gaunt fingers all end in ebony claws   \>Pointed ears flick and turn towards me as she cocks her head, curious \>I’m frozen in place as I look her in the eye, my mind totally locked up \>Apparently not liking my lack of response she bears her teeth and lets out a low throaty growl \>I finally overcome my indecision and…lower my gun \>As soon as the barrel is pointed at the ground she lets her lips fall back into place and whines pitifully \>I sigh in disappointment at myself, how could have I forgotten that tonight was a full moon? \>And just like every other full moon my wife undergoes a drastic transformation into her lupine form \>She grows claws, a tail, muzzle, the whole shebang \>Not 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 \>Yet the mental aspects of the transformation are arguably more severe \>While transformed she loses all higher functions and allows more base instincts to guide her \>Speech is out of the question, as is most complex thought \>Thankfully she retains some of her memory while transformed \>This 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 \>She whines again and I shine the flashlight at her \>”What is it honey?” \>Her ears flick back in shame and she brings a paw up \>It’s thoroughly wedged into a large jar of strawberry jelly \>Well, that explains the red stuff all over her face \>I set my revolver onto the island and walk towards her, eventually grabbing the jar and pulling it back with all my might \>It breaks free from her paw and I offer it back to her \>She snatches it back and sticks her muzzle right into it, long canine tongue greedily lapping at the bits of jelly at the bottom \>I chuckle and survey what she’s gotten into so far \>Two packs of bacon \>All the ground beef \>An empty carton of eggs lies on the floor, guess she ate them shell and all \>A few empty cans of soup covered in bite marks lie on the counter \>A box of cookies \>And an entire gallon of milk to wash it all down apparently  \>”You’re going to be sick in the morning you know, you can’t digest all this stuff before sunrise.” I sternly tell her \>She briefly stops lapping at the jelly to look at me, then goes right back to attacking the jelly \>Whatever, at least from the looks of things she didn’t touch the ice cream I got yesterday \>It’s my favorite flavor only sold in one specialty ice cream shop in the entire state \>Ya know, I should probably double check just to make sure she didn’t eat it \>I open the freezer door, shine my light in, and…it’s gone! No way! \>I frantically search the entire freezer to make sure it isn’t hiding behind something and nope, it’s not here at all \>Befuddled, I check all around the kitchen for the tell tale empty cartons yet they don’t appear to be here either \>In a moment of clarity it hits me \>I walk over to the trash can and peer in \>Sure enough there they are, all four cartons of my beloved ice cream licked clean \>She 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 \>Angered, I turn towards my wolfy wife to scold her \>But I just can’t \>She’s sitting on the floor with her head stuck in the jelly jar, her paws impotently trying to pull it off \>My petty anger quickly fades and I walk towards the stricken canine \>I grip the jar with both hands and pull it free from her head \>But instead of taking the jar back she peppers my face in slobbery, strawberry smelling kisses \>I laugh and hand her the jar back \>She goes right back to trying to lick it clean and I sit down behind her, my hands absentmindedly running through her fur \>I’ll have to get some more of that ice cream tomorrow \>But more importantly I’ll need to find a way to hide it from her before the next full moon hits \>That stuff’s expensive Source: https://sofurry.com/s/dePr0Lwn Part of the series Garden of Greens (Anthology) Previous: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2020482-dairy-delinquent-adhg.md Next: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2023662-mean-clean-yeen-adhg.md