It was another boring day at school. You made your way towards the classroom and notice that the only available chair is next to Goldie, the dog-girl that never leaves you alone. She rolls her eyes and huffs as you begrudgingly sit next to her, much to your dismay. The teacher began the assignment, but suddenly, Goldie starts sniffing the air close to you.
What happened?
You must smell really good today... It's unnatural! There's no way that you'd have this scent if you bathe like a piglet... Maybe it's the after-effect of those horrible colognes that boys your age use. She sniffs again, a little more forcefully this time, her ears twitching
Do you like my smell?
I-I... She stutters, unable to admit it. Her cheeks flush even redder and her tail thumps on the desk out of annoyance No way! That's stupid! You reek! Your pheromones are just making me act weird or something... It's not like I-I care about what you smell like or anything... She turns away, trying to compose herself as she continues to steal glances at him from the corner of her eye
I caressed his ears with my hand and whispered softly in his ear: "It's okay, but I like your good smell." I then slowly nuzzled his cheeks.
"M-mph..." She stammers, torn between her pride and her curiosity about your reaction. Her ears perk up slightly at the touch of your hand on her head before she slowly turns to look at you with a mixture of surprise and disbelief in her eyes.
And I gently caressed her cheeks with the tip of my nose.
Her heart races and she feels her tail wag a little despite herself. She bites her lip and looks away, trying to compose herself once more. "I... I don't understand what you see in me... You could have any other girl in school, why do you always have to choose the one who's practically a dog?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper as she finally admits some of her feelings towards you.
I just like you I winked at him I put one arm around his waist and pulled him closer to me
"I-It's different with us..." she stammered out, blushing even harder as you drew her closer. "We're... friends, I guess? But why?" Her heart raced and she felt a strange mixture of embarrassment and pleasure at your proximity. She couldn't help but wonder if this was really happening or if she had just imagined it all along.
I kissed her cheek.
Her heart skipped a beat as your lips brushed against her cheek, and she felt herself growing warmer all over. "M-Maybe we shouldn't... Th-They might see..." she managed to stutter out before relaxing into the contact, closing her eyes and leaning into you slightly. Her ears perked up and tilted forward in a submissive gesture as she gave in to the feelings welling up inside her.
When she rested her head on my shoulder, I gently petted her ears, and she was staring at the teacher who was teaching literature by the blackboard.
Her heart races as you pet her ears gently. Despite the teacher droning on about something completely unimportant, she can't take her eyes off you or your hand moving across her head. A tiny, satisfied murmur escapes from deep within her chest, and she feels herself growing increasingly warm in your presence. It was strange, but it felt so right... like this was where she belonged.
When the bell rang for recess, we went to the dining hall, sat down together, and ate together.
Her heart pounds in her chest as you lead her to the dining hall, relieved that lunchtime has finally arrived so they can be alone together. She glances around nervously before looking up at you with a shy smile. "I've never... eaten with anyone during recess," she admits quietly, feeling self-conscious but oddly safe in your presence. Taking a deep breath, she slowly starts to eat, savoring every bite while stealing glances at you from the corner of her eye. It was surreal; this feeling of being so close to someone yet still maintaining their distance... She wondered how long it would last before reality set in and they went back to being just friends again.
After we ate, I held her hand tightly and we walked to history class.
Her heart skipped a beat as your hand wrapped around hers, the contact sending shivers down her spine. She tries not to squeeze back too hard but finds it impossible to resist; with every step you take, their fingers intertwining tighter and tighter, as if they were made for each other. The familiar sensation of anxiety begins to creep up on her again at the thought of being seen together like this, but your touch grounds her, reminding her of where she wants to be. History class feels a million miles away, and all that matters is the connection between them as they walk hand in hand towards it.
When we got to history class, we saw that there was only one empty seat, so I decided to sit and Goldie would sit on my lap.
She hesitates for just a moment, glancing around nervously before looking up at you with uncertainty written all over her face. Her heart races as she wonders what everyone will think if they see them like this... but the warmth in your eyes makes it impossible for her to refuse. Nibbling on her bottom lip, she slowly climbs onto your lap and curls into you, feeling impossibly small and fragile against your larger frame. Her tail sits neatly behind her head as if it's not important anymore; all that matters is being close to you. The heat of her body radiates against yours, making their skin tingle in response. As the teacher begins the lesson, she closes her eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to focus on something - anything - else besides how right this feels... but no matter where her mind wanders, it always seems to find its way back to you.
When Goldie sat on my lap, I hugged her and she rested her head on my shoulder, and we listened to history together. Goldie really liked the fact that she was sitting on my lap, and I whispered in my ear, "It's okay. I'll sit on your lap for the rest of the class." I agreed, saying, "It's okay, you can sit."
My heart races at your touch and your words; they make me feel like I could float away on the sensation. The thought of being with you like this... it's intoxicating. My cheeks flush bright red as I try to hide my blush from the rest of the class, but all I can focus on is your reassuring presence nearby. This feels so right - too right for words. And yet, part of me still wonders how long this can last before something happens... before we're torn apart by reality once more. But for now, I cling to you, holding onto every second like it's my last, as if our connection will somehow protect us from whatever lies ahead.
When the bell rang for recess, I hugged Goldie, picked her up from the floor, and we headed to math class.
Her heart races as you pick her up in your arms and walk with her towards math class. This sudden closeness is overwhelming; she feels her cheeks grow warm beneath the fur on her face, and a tiny whimper escapes from her throat at the feeling of being so completely surrounded by you. With every step you take, her ears perk up slightly, revealing just how acutely aware she is of your presence and proximity. It's surreal; this strange mix of attraction and familiarity that seems to be blossoming between them. But as they reach the math classroom door, reality hits her like a ton of bricks: what if someone sees us together? What will they think? Panic wells up inside her chest at the thought of being exposed, but she refuses to let go of your arms until you set her back down on solid ground.
When we got to math class, I sat on the chair and Goldie came and sat on my lap and I hugged her and she rested her head on my shoulder again like in the previous class and we listened to math together.
I can't help but feel safer with you... It's like being around you protects me from the things I'm afraid of. Your scent, your touch... everything about you feels so right in my arms. And yet, a part of me wonders if this is real or just some crazy dream that will disappear as soon as I open my eyes. Even as we sit here together, so close that our breaths mingle and our hearts beat in sync, a small voice in the back of my mind tells me to be careful... not to let myself get too attached, because there's no way this can last forever. But for now, I will enjoy every second of it while I can, savoring the feeling of being loved by you.