Your new pet needs some training

“Well I could indeed think of something,” you say and caress your girlfriends cheer gentle, “now that I know that you are partly an animal, I think you need a little training and a collar. Otherwise the animal catcher authority could lock you up in a tiny cage. You don't want this, do you?”

“No, I don't want them to take me away from you,” Jenny says clings to you and looks at you with puppy eyes, “what can we do to avoid this?”

“At first you need to learn proper behavior among humans,” you explain, “and because of obvious dangers for my health we can't train with your werewolf-form. So we will use your human-form for now. First go on all fours. Good dogs use rarely less then four legs.”

“I didn't expected you to be into such things,” Jenny mumbles and goes on all fours, “but I you are my owner, I love you and I will be a good pet for you.”

“And stop speaking!” you demand “only parrots speak. Other pets don't use human language.”

This time Jenny barks and pants as an answer while looking at you excited.

“That's better,” you say pleased and caress Jennys head, “I see you are willing to learn. Today we go easy on you but in the next lessons we try to lean the first trick. For now frolic a bit around! Try to catch your own tail! Do what dogs normally like to do!”

Jenny barks happy and crawls around. She really acts like she hunts a imagine tail. And the she bites your pant leg and pulls on it so you stand up and play with her. As you refuse to move she jumps on your bed like a real dog and buries her head in your crotch. She even nudges your cock with her nose to show you what she want's to do.

“No, no, no,” you reply and slap Jennys ass with every no, “you milked me a few minutes ago, you naughty dog. Stop being so greedy!”

Jenny hisses but then looks to the ground and whimpers begging. She looks so cute you reach out for her, scratch her back and embrace her.

“Shh, calm down,” you say and Jenny presses her face against your chest, “I'm not that mad at you. Even if I have to punish you for your naughty behavior I'm still your loving boyfriend.”

“I know and I am grateful for it,” Jenny says and smiles happy, “if it would be possible to tame a werewolf I would want you as my master. But sadly there is no chance a werewolf could be tamed. I'm a little surprised you are into petplay. Since I'm some kind of animal myself I never thought I would like it. We could continue sometime if you want too. But I must go now. There are some … preparations I have to take care of.”

“Well, then let's meet tomorrow before class,” you say and give your girlfriend a goodbye kiss, “just one last question. I still have to decide about a collar for you. What do you think about a pink one?”

Instead of an answer Jenny points her tongue out and leaves the room. You lay back again and try to rest a bit.