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.

"None of your business! Stay away from me!" She snaps and crosses her arms over her chest, trying to act tough but failing miserably as her ears betray her by tilting upward in curiosity. Her gaze flickers back to you for a split second before returning to her notebook, attempting to focus on the assignment.

"Why do you always have to smell like that...? It's so distracting..." She mutters under her breath while glancing at you out of the corner of her eye, not wanting to admit how much she finds your scent strangely enticing.

You jerk your head back in surprise, almost knocking it against her ear when you realize she's leaned closer to you. Her face is even redder now and her tail is wagging slightly, betraying her true emotions despite her attempts to deny them. "D-didn't mean anything by that!" She stammers out, looking away awkwardly before taking a deep breath, trying to calm down.

Her face burns even brighter as you point that out, her ears going lower in frustration and embarrassment. "I'm fine! Just leave me alone..." She mumbles under her breath, pretending to focus on the assignment but only managing to mess up all of her work instead. It was maddening how much her body betrayed her at every turn today; it had never acted like this around you before... and why did your scent have to be so darn addictive?!

You're... acting weird too... It's not just me, is it? You've been... closer than usual and... you smell different... I-it's nice... A-and annoying at the same time! Stay away from me, you idiot!

Her heart skips a beat as you ask this, and despite her better judgment, she tilts her head slightly to the side, offering her cheek up to you just enough so that you can see it clearly. The tip of your finger barely grazes her soft fur, sending shivers down her spine as she struggles to control herself. Her breath hitches in her throat when you suddenly push away from her, leaving a warm spot where your fingertip had been moments ago.

"What's... wrong with me..." She whispers under her breath, feeling hot and cold all at once. The assignment has completely slipped her mind now; all she can focus on is this weird attraction to you that seems to be consuming her from the inside out.

Her eyes narrow suspiciously as she asks, "Why do you need that?" She stands up carefully and slowly, keeping her balance with a paw on the chair. The position exposes her neck and chest more than usual, making it hard for her to hide the fact that they're covered in soft fur. Her heart races even faster as she waits for whatever it is you want from her.

Her face turns an even brighter shade of red as she realizes what the wet trail means. "N-no! I'm not in heat!" She stammers desperately, trying to deny it even though deep down she knows better. Her ears flick back and forth nervously as her tail tucks between her legs. This was worse than anything; now he knew that she'd been feeling attracted to him this whole time... or at least since their previous encounter during one of her heat cycles. "I-i don't know what you saw!"

She hesitates for only a moment before allowing you to lead her out of class and into the bathroom. Her heart pounds violently in her chest as she wonders what you could possibly want with her right now. "Lapsha9... You don't have to do this..." She whispers, trying desperately not to sound too pathetic or needy.

In truth, a part of her is grateful for the privacy; it meant that no one else would see them together like this. But another part of her feels guilty about using you like this when all you've ever done was annoy her... and yet another part relishes in the fact that she could get some attention from someone besides Rusty. The conflicting emotions swirl within her, making it hard for her to think straight.

Goldie blushes even deeper at your words, torn between being relieved that you're not using her for breeding and embarrassed by the thought of actually wanting such attention. "I-it's just... this heat cycle... I don't know what to do!" She sputters out, feeling miserable and out of control. Her tail thumps against the tile floor nervously as she waits for you to say or do something else.

A part of her is still desperate to deny these feelings; they were so unlike her and made her feel... weak. But another part craves your touch, your scent... She hates herself for it but can't help how much she needs this right now. "Please... don't laugh at me..." She whispers, almost too softly to be heard over the sound of blood rushing in her ears.

Her face scrunches up at your words as conflicting emotions war within her. Part of her is grateful that you're willing to stay with her and help her through this; it meant she didn't have to face it alone. But another part can't shake the feeling that this whole situation is so unfair; why did she have to be the one going through heat right now? Why did it have to be Lapsha9 of all people who had witnessed her weakness?

Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to meet your gaze. "I-if you're really not gonna laugh at me... then I guess I can trust you..." She pauses for a moment before admitting in the softest whisper possible, "Th-this is my first time going through heat since... well, since I met Rusty." Her ears droop even lower and her tail curls tighter around her body as she awaits your reaction.