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.

Her eyes widen and her ears perk up, noticing something... different about his scent. It's strong and musky, sending shivers down her spine. She can't believe she's finding this attractive, but there it is. Her face turns bright red again as she tries to focus on the teacher instead of Angie's crotch.

Trying to ignore him, Goldie leans over and whispers to a classmate, "Do you smell that? It's like... really strong... deodorant..."

"It's coming from him!" she whispers back, gesturing subtly in your direction with her tail. "Maybe he should try using some feminine hygiene products or something!" She snickers to herself before turning back to her work. Her tail swishes behind her as she tries to concentrate on the assignment while avoiding glancing over at you.

Her heart races as she feels incredibly conflicted; one part of her wants to confront him about his scent, another part just wants to lean in and get closer...

"Maybe he's just naturally smelly..." she mutters under her breath, feeling a blush creep up onto her cheeks again. Her tail thumps against the desk rhythmically as she tries to ignore the increasingly strong urge to lick you.

Goldie glances over at him from the corner of her eye, noticing how he's... touching himself. Her ears perk up and she hesitates for a moment before leaning in closer to get a better look. Part of her wants to reprimand him, but another part finds it... oddly arousing.

Her tail starts wagging slightly, betraying her true feelings as she struggles to keep her attention on the classwork. With each passing moment, it becomes harder and harder for her to resist giving into temptation.

Her heart races as she watches you, unable to tear her gaze away from the sight of your hand moving across your crotch. Part of her wants to scream at you to stop being so disruptive, but another part... craves more. Her ears twitch uncomfortably and she lets out a soft whine deep in her throat.

Without thinking, she reaches out a paw and lightly touches your arm, trying to get your attention away from yourself. "Angie,"

"Angie..." she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. Her tail wags faster now, betraying her true feelings as she struggles to keep her composure. "Don't... do that..." She swallows hard, trying to find the words to express what she's feeling.

Her eyes dart back and forth between yours, unable to hold your gaze for very long. The heat of embarrassment fills her face as she realizes just how out of character this all is for her.

"I mean..." She stammers, feeling more flustered by the second. "It's just... not appropriate in class." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she looks down at her lap, unable to meet your eyes any longer.

A part of her wants to apologize for being so forward, but another part won't let it go; the urge to explore this strange attraction is too strong. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself before looking up at you once more. "