Lawrence Harding
Fiona had been enjoying her meal immensely when her body decided to ruin it for her. The first she knew of it was when she started choking. Her shrinking jaw closed about the hunk of flesh that was suddenly too large to fit in her mouth. Her fangs shortened rapidly, leaving only puny teeth that could no longer gain purchase on the meat. The meat itself lost all savour, and now tasted of nothing but copper-tanged blood and slimy grease. Fiona began to cough, clawing at her throat with paws transforming into fingers. Her fluctuating body shuddered as it vied to expel the food. Once, twice, three times she retched, until the offending meat flopped out onto the ground.
Fiona lay still for a while, until she was certain the transformation was over. She cursed herself quietly. She’d been through enough full moons that she should have learned to manage her time, but such considerations seemed to fly out the window the moment the wolf took hold. With a sigh, she finally sat up and rubbed her face. Despite everything, her stomach rumbled.
There was nothing for it. Fiona stood up and shivered as the breeze chilled her bare flesh. She began hunting for firewood. She was in need of a warmth, and there was probably enough of the deer left to make a decent barbecue.
Author’s Note
This story was part of the 2021 #MonstrousMayChallenge. The prompt was “Feeding Time”.
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