Teach the dog a lesson

The wolf is still standing before you, and you have an idea. You grab his ear and forcibly twist it; he yelps pitifully, and you hear the onlookers laugh. “Mif was yours. Now she is mine. If you have a problem with that, I don’t care.”

You still didn’t know his name, but from the looks of the crowd, people were impressed. You twist a little harder, “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” he yelps.

“Good,” you say before pulling some beef jerky from your pocket. “Now you can have a treat,” you finish his humiliation by treating him like a pup in training. He hesitates, taking the jerky, and you twist it harder again.

He yelps again and gently elongates his tongue to take the treat. “Good boy.”

You release him and grab Mif, guiding her down the hallway. As you guide her away, several others start to follow you. You were concerned about repercussions, but that only lasted a few seconds.

There was a female owl, a fanged deer and a lizard; you weren’t sure what kind. Along with them came two guys, a possum and a fox.

“That was really impressive how you dealt with Justin,” the deer said. “Can I, I mean, can I hang with you?” she asks.

You look around the group, each of the anthro women is attractive in their own way, and you realise you have an opportunity here. “Sure, if you like. Do any of you have economics right now?”

The deer and the fox raise their hands, “Well, come on, you can sit with me. You going to be alright in gym class?” you ask Mif.

“We have gym,” the owl says, pointing at the possum. “We’ll look after her.”

You smile at them, and they are suddenly submissive to you. “See you at lunch?” you ask Mif, kissing her on the lips.

Mif hesitates a moment, “To eat cafeteria food, right?”

You laugh, “Yes, Mif, to eat cafeteria food.”

The little bunny nods, and the group separates, some following you to economics as the others head to the gym. As you are getting close to the class, the fanged deer says. “I’m Sammy, by the way.”

You look her over, her fanged muzzle is a little intimidating, but she is sexy, and the top she was wearing was low cut, matched with a flowy skirt. “Say,” you say, feeling bold, “you don’t happen to be wearing any panties, are you?”