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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Welcome_to_Night_Vale
  Relationship:
      Tamika_Flynn/John_Peters, Minor_or_Background_Relationship(s), Carlos/
      Cecil_Palmer
  Character:
      Tamika_Flynn, John_Peters, Cecil_Palmer, Carlos_(Welcome_to_Night_Vale),
      The_Faceless_Old_Woman
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Werewolves, Frottage, Oral_Sex, Explicit_Sexual_Content,
      Size_Difference, Size_Kink, Panty_Kink, Cock_Warming, Alternate_Universe
      -_Werewolf, Lolicon, beastiality, Librarians, Angels, Cecil_Is_Not
      Described, Lolita, Unsafe_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-05 Updated: 2014-09-21 Chapters: 3/? Words: 3938
****** Blame it on the Moon ******
by WeDoTheWeirdStuff
Summary
     The story of Tamika Flynn and her dog, John Peters.
Notes
     This is an AU of WTNV. There are werewolves that are kept as pets,
     guard dogs, and the like. Some are loved and some are mistreated but
     they aren't really considered sentient people. In this fic werewolves
     develop at a different rate than humans so there may be themes that
     make you uncomfortable. Please read the tags. There will be underage
     sex between Tamika and John. There will be sex between human Tamika
     and wolf-form John. It will be explicit after the first chapter.
***** Chapter 1 *****
“Babygirl, you ready to go to school?”
“Yes Mama, jus lemmie finish this page real quick, okay?” I begged and tried to
read faster.
“Tamika, no. You already read that book last week!” Mama said in that tone that
meant she was more amused than annoyed. I finished quickly then shoved my
battered copy of The Gunslinger into my backpack.
“Alright baby, you go catch that bus now. When you get done with school and
scouts you hurry home cause I’m gonna need your help training the new pup. It’s
been a while since we had a dog and I wanna make sure we do it right.”
“Yes Mama, love you!” as I bolt out the door.
-----
I’d almost forgotten Mama had decided to get us a dog again. It had been so
long since the last one that I thought she would change her mind again. But the
Peter’s family, you know, the farmers? Well their bitch had a whole litter and
needed someone to take em. Mama said that when she saw John sitting outside the
Ralphs, well, she just had to have him!
I hope he’s healthy. Our last dog was old and seemed sad when we got him. Maybe
a puppy will be happier?
-----
As soon as I step in the door I smell it. Dirty dog. Sweat, filth, and garbage
all rolled into one. “UGH, Mama! Why didn't you clean him?” I drop my backpack
on the floor and kick off my boots. It’s easier than dealing with laces.
“Sorry Tamika, baby!” Mama came out to the living room, her thick hair braided
and wrapped into a large bun. “He’s just so skittish. I think he might have
been too young to take from his mama.” She heads back down the hall to the
bathroom so I just sigh and follow.
On the floor of the bath is our new pup. Filthy as all get out. His body is all
tucked in on itself with his knees up and his head down, but he is definitely
the source of the smell. His jeans are stained with large brown splotches and
his tank top might have been white at one point but now is just an awful shade
of gray. The worst was his hair. Stringy blonde hair caked with mud and dried
refuse.
“So this is John?” I try to ask in a polite voice. I think I fail because Mama
gives me the side-eye.
“Yes baby, this is John.” Mama sighs.
John stills his body at the sound of his name. A loan blue eye peeking out at
us from in between clumps of hair.
“Hey boy, you ever have a bath?” I ask, raising the pitch of my voice a bit.
His eyes widen a bit. I giggle, “I guess that’s a yup.”
Mama laughs too and turns on the water as I shut the door so John doesn't try
to get out. John’s fingertips whiten a bit as he grips his elbows but I get
down on my knees to help Mama get him ready.
“It’s alright boy, we've had a puppy before. We’ll treat ya real nice and give
you lots of treats. You like treats?” I whisper at him. His little round face
looks hopeful as he nods. “Well alright then, lets get you clean!”
Mama helps me take of his scraggly jeans, shirt, and sneakers. No undies, but
he seems kind of wild, so maybe that’s normal.
“Alright Tamika, you be careful with him. I’ll lay out some new clothes for him
in your room and then get dinner ready. If you need a thing just call, but he
seems alright for a pup.” Mama swishes by in her long skirt and shuts the door.
I sit on the toilet and stare at the pup for a moment while the water’s
running. “Boy, you ever live in a house before?” I run my brown fingers through
the water and add some Pert Plus that Mama got just for him.
John shakes his head and chews on a thumbnail. For a pup he’s grown pretty
fast, but he’s still shorter than my 4’ 11”. He’s skinny too, so much so that I
can count the rungs on his ribcage. Strong shoulders and legs though, thick
muscle with only small scars here and there. He might be hungry, but he’s
worked hard and won fights. Pups who lost always has a mangled ear or missing
finger but he looked just fine.
I stood up and and rubbed his shoulder while he avoided eye contact. “Let’s get
you into the bath.” I turned off the water and nudged him over. “Come on boy,
you can do it!” I whisper in that high, false voice all owners seem to use. He
lifts his leg and touches the water with his toes. His eyes widen.
“What? You ain’t never had warm water before? You dork. Baths are no good
without hot water. Now hop in.” I guide him to get both feet into the tub and
then push on his shoulders until he sits down.
“Alright, time to wash that hair!” I grab our old pink punch cup and start
pouring water over his hair as he whines and covers his eyes. He’s been trained
a bit and doesn't try to squirm away too much. While rinsing out the worst of
the dirt I rub his back with my left hand to try and keep him calm. I run my
fingers over a few long lines of scars.
“Good boy, good boy,” I whisper. He keeps his eyes shut but the whimpering
stops so that must be a good thing.
I soap up his chin-length hair and twist it up into mohawk spikes before
pouring some of the same shampoo into a white washcloth. “Alright pup, time to
get clean,” and I start scrubbing. First is the face, ears, neck, and back.
Then chest and underarms. Then legs and feet. He squirms as I dig the cloth
behind his knobby knees and in between his toes. For a puppy he’s pretty
hairless still, but I know in just another month or two he’ll be covered.
I pour some more soap on the cloth and spread his legs. Then I gasp as a splash
of water hits me in the face. “Bad puppy, no! You have to get clean!” I hold
his legs open with my armpit over one knee and bracing the other away with my
hand. I grab the cloth out of the water and lather up his privates. “Sheesh
boy, you ain't never been cleaned before? What’s wrong with you?”
I rub the soap up behind and get his crack too before dropping the cloth and
wiping water over the area with my hand, watching as his little dick twitches.
“Ugh, dogs are so weird.” I pull the stopper and grab a towel, “Come on, let’s
dry you off and get you dressed.”
-----
John follows me into my room and I point at the clothes on the bed. “Go ahead
and get those on. Mama got them new from the Goodwill and I think they’ll be a
good fit.” I look in the mirror and pull my thick braids back in a ponytail. My
round face looks back at me. Ugh. I look down and rub my hands on my (mostly)
flat chest and poke my soft tummy. There is a light brush against my cheek as
the Faceless Old Woman adjusts one of the twists in my hair. I breathe out and
practice a defensive pose.
“At least you don’t have to worry about all this girly stuff. Being a dog must
be nice.” I glance in the mirror and John is looking at me with wide blue eyes.
“You look alright once your clothes are clean.” The pup can’t speak but a
little smile curves one corner of his mouth.
“Come on boy, lets eat.”
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     In Night Vale the weather is always warm, but some things do change.
     Please check the tags for warnings.
John’s been with us a week now and I think he likes it here.  He hums a little
as he moves around the house each day, looking out windows and scenting the
yard for strangers.  He’s a good boy and sits and my feet every meal.  He never
begs, just looks up at me with those big blue eyes and waits.  Sometimes he
wraps his arms and legs around one of my ankles while I read and pass a piece
of bread or something else through his teeth.  He likes rubbing his cheeks
against my knee.  
Mama says I probably shouldn't let him do the last bit, but I don’t think she
minds because she says it with a smile.  Besides, it just means that other dogs
won’t bother me when I’m walking to the bus stop.  Most owners are nice, but
there are a couple feral dogs in Night Vale.  
After meals I let him lick my fingers clean before I do the dishes and the rest
of my chores.  I wish John could help me with my work but all he really seems
to know right now is how to guard.  He’s getting smarter though.  He’s been
watching Maury and listening to our Cecil during the day so I think he
understands more now.  Soon he might be able help us with errands and things.
 It would be nice if someone else could return library books.
When not guarding house or watching daytime tv, John is with me.  I think that
the Peter’s family will be sorry they gave him up because John is a good pup.
 He’s always watching me and waiting for me to give him an order or pet his
hair.  If I scratch the back of his neck a bit he whines like you wouldn’t
believe.  I can’t help but grin and shiver a bit.  
He’s also great at helping me practice my shot.  Mama only lets me practice
with my AK on Tuesdays and Thursdays so the rest of the week I use rocks and my
slingshot.  After watching me hit cans the first time John learned to run over
to the picnic table and reset all the ones I knocked over.  He stacks them in
different formations and sometimes moves them to different areas of the yard.
 Then he just stands next to me and watches.  It doesn’t matter if I practice a
minute or an hour.  He just silently resets, returns, and watches.  
-----
The worst thing about Night Vale is the heat.  I’ve lived here my whole dang
life and it’s always been hot.  I wish the city council would do something but
all they did was encourage us to deny the heat.  Ugh.  How am I supposed to
imagine being cold when sweat is dripping down my back?  Anyways, we don’t have
central air.  Just these little window fans that blow in air from outside and
move it around.  I have a Kenmore fan in my room too but it still means that
I’m laying in bed, sweating, instead of sleeping like I should be.  I kicked
all the blankets to the floor and am sprawling in my tank and underpants.
 Everything feels too warm and slightly damp.  That should be Night Vale’s
motto, “Too warm and slightly damp.”  
John is laying on top of the pile of sheets on the floor in his underwear.  I
think he’s awake too but he doesn’t complain.  I sigh and roll over a bit so I
can reach down to run my fingers through his dark hair.  It’s damp but soft so
I scratch his scalp lightly and try not to think about what time I have to get
up in the morning.
John turns his face towards my hand and licks the salt from his sweat off of my
fingers before nuzzling his lips and nose into the palm of my hand.  He whines
softly.
“Alrighty then, come on up you silly puppy.”  I scoot over to the side of the
bed next to the window and let the fan blow across my chest.  It’s still warm
but at least there is a breeze to dry my tank.  John lays his head next to my
hip and wraps his arms lightly around my leg.  His breath warms the skin of my
thigh but it doesn’t feel too hot, just nice.  Kind of like a butterfly
flitting about.  I spread my legs to let the wind from the fan wash over me as
much as possible.  
John makes a small noise in the back of his throat and moves his head slightly
to rest it on the front of my hip.  He runs his nose lightly against the top
him of my panties, continuing to breathe through his open mouth.  I feel his
breath on my skin.  Something twinges inside me.  It isn’t painful, but it
somehow manages to ache.  I’m not sure how.  It isn’t a tickle or an itch but
something.  
“John?  You okay?” I whisper as I touch his hair again.  He nods, his face
still pressed against my hip.  I touch his cheek with a fingertip and he laps
at each of my digits, running his tongue up each before licking in-between and
on my palm.  He rests his face there for a moment before laying down again upon
my hip, this time his forehead on the curve of my stomach.  I feel the silly
pink bow on the front of my panties pressing into his cheek.
He turns his head and breathes out.  His warm breath washing reaching through
the fabric, touching my skin.  I gasp and can’t help but clench the sheets with
one hand and his hair with the other.  Is this okay?  Why does that feel like
that?
He breathes in deeply, his nose rubbing against the topmost part of my
privates.  I can’t help but to open my legs wider.  “John.  John, what are you
doing?”  He quietly moves over to rest on his chest between my legs.  He looks
up, his blue eyes bright in the moonlight.  He silently spreads my legs further
brings his face down to run his rough tongue up the center of my panties.  I
feel his breath inside my opening and something inside me changes.  I moan, my
hips arching forward.  John growls roughly against privates, laving his tongue
against each lip and straight up the middle.  He soaks my panties with his
tongue, coating me with his saliva.  He sucks and I can’t help but to gasp and
writhe.  Something is building in me.
Sometime hot and needy.  Something that makes me shiver and clench my legs up
against his shoulders.  John is rocking against the bed and whining against me.
 Growling against me.  He sucks hard and I am finished.  I cry out and shake as
warmth floods my insides.  I feel myself clench against nothing as John
continues licking, his tongue tracing the sides of my panties as he rocks
faster.  His fingertips clench down on my hips as he shudders.  
He stills.  His whimpers and moans now quiet.  He rubs his cheek on my hip
before silently looking up at me with his night-filled eyes.  
“Good boy,” is all I can whisper as I touch his cheek.   
***** Chapter 3 *****
Time passes. Well, I think it does. Time is weird in Night Vale. John shoots up
like a weed while I struggle to fill an undershirt. Mama buys me a couple
training bras but I think it’s mostly out of pity and wishful thinking.
John though.. John starts to look real good. Feeding him people food has
fattened him up a bit. His stomach is still lean as a fence post but the
muscles in his back, arms, and thighs are all thickening up. He’s tall now.
Taller than me by far. My head only reaches the top of his shoulders. His once
dingy, shaggy hair is now a long, blonde braid down his back.
He’s a good dog. He’s still quiet but he understands everything Mama and I tell
him to do. He’s real good at mowing the lawn since he’s out there patrolling
anyways. He sweats up a storm and marks our yard so the local dogs and anyone
with a scent gland all know to stay away. He also helps take care of our
arsenal by watching my hands and learning how to clean and maintain the
weapons. Mama’s kitchen knives have never been so effective.
We go on walks around the neighborhood so he knows how to get to The Ralph’s
and other places we might need supplies from. He’s gotten real good at dropping
the books off in the drop at the library and only gets a few scratches from
their talons.
He takes care of me at night too.
Maybe it’s not normal. Maybe it’s not what other dogs or other dog owners do,
but my John? He is a good puppy.
-----
“BabygirI? You know what you want for lunch tomorrow?” Mama asks as I finish
drying the dishes.
“Nah, Mama. You know I love whatever you make.”
“Well then, get to bed. I know you’ve got a bunch of tests tomorrow and I don’t
want you to be tired.”
I kiss Mama’s cheek before doing my nightly routine in the bath. Can’t go to
bed with the taste of spider’s milk in my mouth.
I turn off the light and shut the door to my room. John’s already laying down
on his pillow at the foot of my bed. Mama gave up making him sleep by the front
door and there is no use for a dog if you keep him penned up a night.
John’s eyes open and he watches silently as I kick off my jeans and peel off my
socks before climbing under my blankets. I lay there quietly for a moment
before sighing and patting the bed next to me, “Come on boy, I know you want
to.”
John leaps and clambers up into the bed next to me, moving around a bit before
finally settling with nose pressed against my arm, his tongue darting out to
lick my bicep.
I lay there, the now familiar twinge pulsing between my thighs. I want. I want
so badly and John is so sweet. His warm, wet tongue is now a well-known friend
to my opening. I usually wait for him to harden but tonight I need it. I reach
my fingers down to gently stroke the outside of my vulva through my panties,
the cotton soft against my fingertips.
John breath catches and I can feel his attention upon me. I slide my middle
finger just inside my hem and down, it moves against my nub and into my
wetness. John breathes in and shudders, he can smell me. Bringing my finger up
to his mouth, he licks as I say, “Lay on your back, boy.”
He adjusts and I move to straddle his legs. He’s still go his jeans and belt
on. Good boy. I move my body higher on his hips, pressing myself against the
growing bulge in his pants. “John, we are going to do something a little
different tonight. We’re both gonna get a treat. Does that sound good, boy?”
John’s eyes are wide, blue moons but he nods rapidly and rests his large hands
against my knees. His hips make my legs feel like they are spread obscenely
wide and I can feel the seam of his jeans pressing against my opening and clit.
I’m already beginning to soak through my panties. I grind down and John gasps.
Over and over I move against my John. He grip bruises my thighs and spurs me
on. I watch his naked chest writhe and I know that I did that to him. Only I
can do that to him. His breaths come quickly and he looks at my face like maybe
I’m his everything. Who am I to disagree with that?
He whimpers loudly as I twist my hips against the hard outline of his cock. We
can’t wake Mama so I put my hand over his mouth. It looks ridiculously small
but he covers my hand in his own as he begs at me with his eyes. Silly dogs,
always begging.
I stop.
I slide off and take off my damp, white panties before climbing back up his lap
and popping the snap on his Levi’s. John’s hips jump and he jerks back against
the headboard. His eyes are so big I think they might pop out of his fool head.
“What’s a matter boy? You don’t want your treat?” John licks and chews on his
lips, his eyes close tight. I think he might be praying.
“Boy, I know it’s too big. You think I’m stupid?” His eyes pop open and the
look in them is some mixed up emotion of relieved, terrified, and disappointed.
I grin so wide all my teeth are probably showing, “I’m just gonna warm it up a
bit.”
I unzip his pants and there it is. It’s not often that I see his dick,
especially since it’s grown, but it’s huge. It’s longer than my hand and
thicker than my wrist. The end of it kind of reminds me of a turtle hiding in
it’s sweater but gods, I want to put it in my mouth. I bend down and stretch my
lips around it as far as I can while John sounds like he’s being strangled
above me. One of his hands clumsily pats the back of my head as I consider what
to do next. His dick feels even bigger now that it’s in my mouth. I lick my
tongue around the skin on his tip and probe underneath. John bangs his head
against the headboard as test the bitterness in my mouth. Not bad.
The ache inside of me begins to be too much though so I pull off. “Hold still
puppy. Don’t move I won’t play with you anymore.” I guide his penis with my
hand so it’s sticking up. It’s thick and red with soft skin. “Hold it right
there.” John grips himself with his left hand while his right digs into my hip.
His eyes are begging again. “Don’t move. I mean it puppy!” I whisper as I bend
down just enough to press the tip of his cock against my hole.
Oh. Oh, gods. It’s not inside of me but it feels so big. His tip stretches my
vulva and pushes against my opening. I rock and lean just a little forward so
that I can rub my clit against his shaft. “Oh, puppy!” I look at John. His eyes
are shut tight but his clenched teeth are bared. Sweat is beading on his
forehead.
“Look at me puppy.” John shakes his head. “Look. At. Me.” His eyes slit open,
almost angry looking because of the control he’s placed on his body.
“Who’s a good boy?” I croon at him “Are you my good boy? My good puppy?” He
nods frantically. “Say it. Say that you are my good, little puppy. Say you’re
mine.”
He nods again frantically, his eyes begging once more as I rub myself against
the head of his huge dick. I press myself against the head, bearing down,
stretching my opening around him as I clench and . . and . . I shudder, my own
orgasm hitting me like an ocean wave. John growls and holds my body against his
large chest. His body jerks and twitches as he comes, his fluid shooting into
me and down my legs.
He growls and cries against my neck before stilling and finally whispering,
“Yes.”
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