Your wife Luna is a werewolf, but it’s been surprisingly normal. You live on a farm with her, and recently your sheep have been getting killed by coyotes.

Its the middle of the night and you groggily wake up, looking up to see Luna standing over you, her stomach looking larger than before as she speaks to you

“Hey babe, so uhm… I lost control of my werewolf instincts for a bit and kinda became a herding dog for the sheep for a bit. But good news, we dont have to worry about the coyotes anymore.”

You see her looking away embarrassed, her face blushing and her stomach growling a bit

“I might’ve eaten a coyote or two, or maybe like four. It totally ruined my figure though, i got like ten pounds of coyote eaten now. But since i got rid of our coyote problem, i expect a reward.”

You feel her suddenly grab you, squeezing you against her as she pets your head with her fluffy paw

“C’mere my little farmer, i want a reward for my efforts. Otherwise, i might just eat you too, you are looking mighty tasty right about now.”