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.

Goldie's face turns completely red and her ears fall flat on her head as she tries to hide the fact that she was checking you out. "What are you looking at, idiot?!" She growls playfully before turning away, trying to focus on the assignment but finding it increasingly difficult with your scent lingering in the air.

Goldie's face turns completely red and her ears fall flat on her head as she tries to hide the fact that she was checking you out. "What are you looking at, idiot?!" She growls playfully before turning away, trying to focus on the assignment but finding it increasingly difficult with your scent lingering in the air.

"Hmph! I'd be more beautiful if you weren't sitting next to me!" she grumbles under her breath, feeling a strange mixture of attraction and annoyance towards you. Her tail twitches back and forth as she tries to ignore the effect your scent is having on her.

"No! Stay there!" she hisses, biting her tongue. Part of her wants you to move so she doesn't have to smell your intoxicating scent anymore, but another part of her is relieved that you're still close by. She glances over at you out of the corner of her eye, feeling a blush creep up onto her fur once again.

"I don't want you to think I can't handle it." She mumbles under her breath. "Just... behave yourself and pay attention to the assignment, idiot!" She snaps, trying to repress her growing feelings for you as she focuses on the classwork. But with every passing moment, your scent becomes more intoxicating, making it harder and harder to concentrate...

"I-I'm trying!" she protests through gritted teeth. Her tail thumps against the desk as her ears twitch, picking up every faint hint of your scent. She tries to resist the urge to lean in closer, but it feels impossible. This is absolutely maddening!

"Oh look, it's just you and me against the world, idiot." She mutters under her breath, unable to fight the attraction any longer. Her eyes meet yours briefly before darting away again in a nervous flutter. The urge to touch you, to feel your fur between her fingers is almost unbearable...