Dogsitting

“You be a good boy Akamaru. I know that Hinata-chan will take great care of you while I’m gone.” Kiba gave the oversized dog a last pat on the head before turning to his teammate. “Now you’re sure you don’t mind watching after him? I’d have taken him but Mom chose a vacation resort with a no-pet policy. I think she and Hana both wanted to take a break from the dogs this year.”

“No, no. It’ll be fun. I’ve never had a pet in the house before,” Hinata reassured him.

“Just make sure he gets fed two times a day and…”

“Kiba!” she cut him off. “Will you just go already. Akamaru will be fine. I promise. I think I know him well enough after all the time we’ve been teamed up together,” she insisted, waving him off with her hand.

“Ok, ok, and thanks again,” he replied before turning to leave the Hyuuga complex.

“Come on Akamaru. I’ll take you for a walk around the grounds.”

The walk turned into a three-hour romp around the compound. Hinata was having a terrific time running and jumping with Akamaru. She could easily see why Kiba enjoyed the dog’s company. He was so in tune with humans that it was difficult to think of him as a simple pet.

It was getting late and Hinata knew they should be heading back for dinner.

At the table, Neji was grumbling. “What is that mutt doing in the house? I hope you plan on making it sleep outside tonight… bad enough it’s under the dinner table… .”

“Neji! I can’t put Akamaru outside by himself. I promised Kiba I’d take good care of him. He’s a really sweet dog. Hardly a dog at all, now are you boy?” she finished with a syrupy tone, directing her words to the canine before giving him a friendly rub on the head.

Neji winced to see her pick up her chopsticks and continue eating. ‘Eck,’ he thought. She could have at least washed her hands first, after touching that mongrel. There went his appetite… .

He stood to leave the table but not before instructing her: “Well just make sure it stays in your room! I don’t want that fleabag shedding all over the house!”

Later that night, Hinata stepped out of the bathroom and into her room. She didn’t even bother wrapping a towel around herself. It was just her anyway- oh, and Akamaru who was sitting there looking up at her intently from where he sat across the room, but she didn’t need to cover up for a dog.

As she stood before her dresser looking for a pair of pajamas, Akamaru came over and began to nudge her between the legs with his long black nose.

Hinata pulled back, a bit shocked by the action although dogs were always sniffing around somewhere. It was innocent enough coming from the canine but then why was he being so persistent she wondered as he drew closer, definitely rubbing purposefully this time against her mound with his wide muzzle.

“A-akamaru-kun? What is it boy?” she asked hesitantly, sensing that the dog was trying to tell her something.

Akamaru pressed in harder with his nose, filling his nose with the scent of the girl who smelled of a female human in heat. Even she couldn’t detect the condition of her ovulating body, an odor which his strong olfactive nerve found nearly overpowering. He continued to rub the kunoichi’s sex as he took in the incredible scent.

Hinata was backing up slowly. Not so far as to remove Akamaru’s muzzle from her mound but with careful backwards steps, wanting to figure out just what it was that the dog wanted from her. Suddenly she wished Kiba was there. He’d certainly know what Akamaru was trying to ‘say.’ She had promised to look after him but felt she was failing her mission. There was something she wasn’t understanding about her teammate’s dog.

That was her thought as she stepped again and caught the back of her knees on a hard object. It was her bed and losing her balance she fell down onto the mattress, flat on her back, legs sprawled wide open.

Akamaru took the opportunity to advance but this time instead of nudging her he began to lick the newly exposed cunt.

Hinata knew that she should push him back, send him a firm command of “bad dog” but somehow she also knew that this might have been what he had been trying to communicate to her this entire time; but more importantly still- Akamaru’s tongue felt wickedly good!

Given the size of the dog, his was a long, slick, thick oral muscle and it pressed tightly against her clit and flicked with superb speed over her sex. He had saliva enough but his licking was causing her to grow wetter and wetter on her own. Soon the canine was lapping up the free-flowing, salty liquid of her excitement. His tongue darted in and out of the hot cunt attempting to wipe it clean but the more he licked, the more there was to taste.

Hinata was now writhing at the hips. Instinctively she had wandered her hands up her stomach and onto her breasts which she was kneading impatiently while pinching the firm nipples. ‘Oh, god,’ she thought. This was all too intense but she couldn’t stop her hips from grinding nor her hands from grasping when she hit the point of no return. Back arched she found herself orgasming into the dog’s persistent tongue.

Hinata lay there in the afterglow of her orgasm as Akamaru licked the last of her juices. She could so easily have left it at that but despite the amazing feeling she had procured from the dog she still felt a burning itch for something more, but how to make Akamaru understand?

Quickly an idea came to mind.

She pushed back Akamaru’s head, sat up and turned to present herself to him on all fours. Surely he’d figure that out.

Immediately, Akamaru recognized the sign. There was no need for her to pat the bed, signaling for him to jump up there with her as she was now doing. Her new position was a language he already understood.

The dog placed his weight on Hinata’s back as he entered her from behind. Instinctively he swayed at the hips but unlike with a bitch the girl moved as well in response to his movements. It was a bizarre sensation for the dog but a marvelous one for Hinata.

Still riding on the high from her earlier orgasm, little time had passed before she was smothering her face into a pillow, afraid to wake the entire household with her screams as she came with the violence that had been missing the first time. Akamaru returned the favor.

The next morning Neji walked into Hinata’s room. He had knocked three times and she still hadn’t answered. It wasn’t like her to be late for breakfast. He found her basking in her sleep, curled up under the covers with Akamaru.

‘She had let that thing sleep in the bed with her? Damn, she was way too soft. Good thing they didn’t have a dog of their own in the house,’ Neji thought, because who knew what she’d let it do?