>Be human witch in training

>Have a huge crush on a fellow student

>His name is Michael and he's the dreamiest boy you ever laid eyes on

>Just seeing him sets your heart aflutter and...ahem...moistens the loins so to speak

>But the problem is he doesn't seem to notice any of your totally clever yet subtle advances!

>One day you get the big brained idea to spike his drink with a love potion, that way he'll be *forced* to love you back!

>Spend months gathering the ingredients and practicing the incredibly delicate brewing procedure

>It took dozens of failed attempts but you finally make a single decent dose of the stuff!

>Only to lose it with a badly timed earthquake and case of butter fingers

>So you’ll make the next one even better!

>You head on down to the school’s greenhouse to prod Ms. Boarington, the head agricultural teacher, about ways to make it last longer than the few hours it normally does

>You open the door to the greenhouse and see the sow tending to a few plants

>God, you hated that overgrown slab of bacon with her dirt covered fur and yellow tusks jutting out from her muzzle

>In fact you hated most of the anthro teachers

>They always stank, and looked ugly, and gave the other furred students preferential treatment!

>Ya that’s it, you totally didn’t fail astrology 101 because you sucked at it, it’s because the crow teaching it hated beautiful humans like yourself!

>You walk over to the plump sow and clear your throat

>”Ms. Boarington, I have a quick question for you.”

>”If it’s about your last test I'm not letting you retake it. A witch who can’t tell the difference between tiger weed and elves stocking has no business passing my class.”

>Thankfully she’s still focused on the plants so she doesn’t see your vicious scowl

>You quickly put on a neutral face and blunt your growing anger

>”It’s not about that. I have a question regarding extending the effective length of a potion’s effects. Perhaps with some kind of herb?”

>She suddenly stops what she’s doing and looks up to you, a curious look in her eye

>”And what, pray tell, is the purpose of this potion?”

>You nervously clear some hair out of your eye and stammer a quick lie

>”I-it’s for a focus enhancing potion. To help me study. For final exams.”

>The boar places her hands on her hips

>”You want to extend the effects of a mind altering potion?” She lets out a hearty laugh before continuing. “You’re hardly the first student to ask me a question like that! Devious little girl!”

>She continues chuckling before you decide to speak again

>”Well do you have something to help me or not?!” You simmer, stamping your foot down

>The boar stops laughing and puts a soil covered hand up to her chin, a strange glint in her beady little eyes

>”Well…I may have some esoteric piece of knowledge that could help you in your quest. But it’ll cost you.”

>”Cost me what?”

>”Let’s just say that payment will be discussed at a…later date.” She says, smiling

>Ah hell, you’re failing her class anyway, not like there’s much she could take away from you at this point

>”Sure. So what do I have to do to extend the length of the lov- *ahem* focus enhancing potion?”

>”Well it’s very simple. Find a lock of mistletoe, grind it up to a fine powder, then mix it in with the other ingredients while it’s boiling. It’ll make increase the potion’s length by a factor of ten.”

>”That’s it? That’s all I have to do?”

>She shakes her head

>”Yes, that’s it. I’ll let you know when I want payment for this information. Until then, goodbye my furless little student.”

>You practically jump with joy as you leave the greenhouse, the enrapturing of Michael is at hand!

>Just a few days later you brew another batch of the potion, this time with ground up mistletoe mixed in

>You bide your time and wait for the perfect opportunity to strike, eventually mustering up the courage to make your move at the next communal breakfast, ideally as he’s walking up to a table so the potion is the first thing he’s had to drink

>It’s supposed to make the effects even stronger, or so you’ve read

>As casually as possible you sneak up behind Michael as he nears the dining hall, spiked glass of punch hidden under your robes

>With a deep breath you finally tap him on the shoulder and you both stop in the middle of the hallway

>"Hey Michael! Check out this new drink me and the girls cooked up! It's got sun sugar, sweet pine fruit, yellow mushfruit extract, and a hint of mint. It tastes amazing, trust me!"

>He takes the glass, sniffs it a few times, shrugs, and finally takes a big long sip

>Heh, heh, heh, now the first person he makes eye with he'll head over heels for!

>He lowers the glass from his lips and-

>Suddenly you smell moist dirt and someone shoves you to the side with her plushy hip

>"Hello Anon. I just wanted to remind you that your make up test in herbology is today. Meet me in the greenhouse at five pm sharp and we'll begin. I'm free the rest of the afternoon so if you want some personal tutoring I'm available."

>You look to the asshole that pushed me aside and it's Ms. Boarington, the yellow tusked sow is ruining your plans!

>NO-NO-NO-NO!

>Before you have a chance to get back in front of Anon he's already looking her in the eye, the effects of the potion taking affect as he stares at her dreamily

>"Huh?" He slurs, clearly out of his mind

>"Meet me in the greenhouse at five. Then we'll begin." She says

>Anon begins shaking his head emphatically

>"Yes ma'am, anything for you Ms. Boarington. I'll be there at five sharp! Yes ma'am. Absolutely!"

>"Excellent. I may even bring over some of my homemade roasted griffon thighs so you'll have something to munch on this afternoon. I know how hungry you students tend to get with your late night study sessions."

>"That sounds great Ms. Boarington! I would love nothing more than to spend this afternoon with a couple of your meaty thighs." He says, not even noticing the innuendo

>A devious smirk appears on her lips

>”Glad to hear it Michael.” She suddenly turns to you. “Oh, well if it isn’t my star pupil. Remember that little deal we had earlier? You can consider your debt paid. And do remember to study up for the next test, you might manage to squeak by with a C- if you really batten down the hatches and spend the several nights studying. Ideally starting with this one.”

>You can’t even manage to respond with your head so full of anger at the foul animal in front of you

>”I’ll see you this afternoon Michael.” She says, a clawed digit gliding under his chin

>His eyes go half lidded at the physical contact and a quiet moan escapes his lips

>Ms. Boarington then walks away, a confident sway in her hips as the steady clop of hooves on stone fades away

>You watch her depart with an impotent rage

>Oh I'm going to make bacon from your fat fucking hips you overgrown farm animal you’re just like all the other furry fucking assholes in this goddamn school I'm going to learn a killing spell and go on a goddamn-

>Michaels head suddenly falls onto your shoulder

>”Damn, is she beautiful or what? What a woman, those tusks and hooves…damn…” He swoons

>Your head slowly turns towards him with a disgusted frown

>”Ewww!” You shout and throw him against the wall

>He gets up on unsteady feet and you stomp away