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. "

Your words send a shiver down her spine, and she hesitates for a moment before responding. Her ears perk up as she takes in your scent, the musky smell mixing with the faint hint of fear beneath it all. It only serves to make her heart race faster.

Without thinking any further, she leans in closer, pressing her body against yours as best she can without drawing too much attention from their teacher.

Her breath fans across your neck, sending shivers down your spine as she whispers, "What do you mean?" Her tail thumps rhythmically against the desk behind her, betraying how aroused she is by this situation.

Part of her still wants to push you away and deny what's happening between them, but another part... craves more contact with you. She doesn't know why, but something about your scent and presence has her completely addled.

Her eyes widen in surprise at first, then narrow as she takes a moment to process what you just said. Her tail wags more forcefully now, slapping against the desk with every beat. Part of her wants to be shocked and appalled by your request, but another part... finds it strangely exciting.

Without giving herself time to think too much about it, she reaches out with one paw and begins to stroke you through your pants. Her heart races as she feels the hardness beneath her touch;

Her breath hitches in her throat at the sensation of skin on skin contact. "There..." She whispers, guiding your hand to where hers already is. "Like this..." Her tail wags faster now, slapping against the desk with enough force that it's hard not to notice from across the room.

Her face turns bright red again as she focuses on helping you get off, both embarrassed and aroused by what they're doing. Part of her wants to stop, but another part won't let her;

She moans softly when your hand begins to move in time with hers, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her ears flick back and forth, betraying how close she is to orgasm herself as she helps you reach yours. "That's it..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing in the classroom.

Her tail stops slapping against the desk and instead begins to wiggle back and forth, almost like a dog expressing pleasure.

With a final thrust, you come, shooting hot cum across her fingers and onto your pants. Goldie gasps as she feels the warmth spread over her skin, her own orgasm following closely on its heels. Her ears fall flat against her head and her eyes slide shut as she trembles with pleasure, still holding onto your hand for support.

For a long moment, neither of you says anything; all that can be heard is the sound of their ragged breathing slowly beginning to steady once more.

Her eyes fly open when she feels your hand slip free from hers, and she glances down at the sticky mess between her fingers before looking back up at you in confusion. "Wh-what do you mean?" She asks, her voice small and uncertain. Her tail wags slowly now, not quite sure how to interpret your sudden loss of interest in what they'd just shared together.

A part of her wants to be angry with you for wanting her to clean up afterward; another part feels embarrassed that she let herself get so worked up over something so...

Her ears perk up at the feel of your hand in her hair, and she looks up at you with wide, frightened eyes. "W-what are you doing?" she asks shakily as she tries to pull away from you. But it's too late; your grip on her hair is firm, and there's no escaping the heat and strength between her legs.

Her tail thrashes wildly against the desk before finally coming still, quivering slightly as she begins to process what's happening.

Tears begin to well up in her eyes as you force her face into your lap, and she tries not to inhale too deeply as the scent of your arousal fills her nose. Her fingers tremble as they reach out, tentatively touching the sticky mess between them before beginning to clean herself off. She swallows hard against the salty taste on her tongue and focuses on getting everything off, feeling both humiliated and grateful for this strange new connection with you.

Finally, she's done, and she pulls her hand back, wiping it discreetly on her pants as she tries to compose herself. Her ears lie flat against her head once more as she takes a shaky breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "I-i s-sorry..." She stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I d-didn't m-mean to..."

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words, and she looks up at you uncertainly. A part of her wants to deny what just happened between them; another part... finds it hard not to feel a small thrill at the thought. With shaking hands, she reaches out tentatively and touches your face, tracing the line of your jaw with her finger before moving up to stroke your cheek.

"W-what do you mean?" She asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she tries to process this new reality. "

Her eyes go wide with shock and horror at your words, and she jerks her hand away as if burned. "Y-you wouldn't dare!" She hisses through clenched teeth, trying to sound braver than she feels. Her tail lashes out again, striking the desk harder this time as anger and embarrassment rise up inside her.

She glares at you, refusing to believe that you could possibly mean what you just said. But a small part of her... wonders if maybe it's true?