{"sf1_id":1827640,"sf2_id":"yndaMOq1","title":"Lynn in The Mirror (Valentine's GT)","author":"Chainmail Tail","words":869,"posted_at":"2022-03-08T00:39:00.000Z","tags":["Anon","Flufflyn","Hmofa","Romance","Wolf","Wolfess","lynn"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1827640-lynn-in-the-mirror-valentine-s-gt","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/yndaMOq1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/9e/17/9e17abd4-0fbf-4579-9bcb-8424da721259","description":"#1 of LynnLore\n\nThe original Lynn GT, based off of pic related which was posted after Valentine's Day.\nChronologically, this occurs before Lynn and Anon are an official couple, but after having been friends for a while.","content":"\\\u003e\"C'mon girl, you've g-got this.\"\n\n\\\u003eLynn's hands returned to cover her frustrated face\n\n\\\u003eHer whole figure drooped with a sigh. 10 minutes of sitting in front of a mirror had only made her more anxious.\n\n\\\u003eShe was more nervous than when she presented her model solar system to the whole 5th grade.\n\n\\\u003eMars fell off its hanger and rolled out of reach under a file cabinet. She then spent the rest of the presentation feverishly apologizing for the inaccuracy of the model...\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;at least the teacher was forgiving, right?\n\n\\\u003eYeah. Anon made her more nervous than the Mars fiasco.\n\n\\\u003eShe focused on the mirror and began again.\n\n\\\u003e\"Hey Anon? I wanted to n-know if .... For FLUFF's sake! Stop stuttering, Lynn! He's not even in front of you yet! I can't imagine how hard it'll be while I'm looking straight at him. And the smell? Forget it. I won't get anywhere with his scent up in my snout.\"\n\n\\\u003eLynn leaned backwards, resting her upper body on her arms.\n\n\\\u003eShe closed her eyes, inhaled deeply and imagined Anon's smell once again.\n\n\\\u003eA warm shiver crept its way up her back and over her shoulders.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003eWow, she was REALLY good at imagining anon's smell.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003eLike, too good.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e\"Hold on...\" Lynn breathed, reopening her eyes.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003eLeaning forward and pushing off of one knee, she stood up.\n\n\\\u003eLynn slowly glanced around the living room, where was that coming from?\n\n\\\u003eBreathing in again, she was sure of it.\n\n\\\u003e\"Anon must've left something here while he was over here a few days ago!\"\n\n\\\u003eHer tail flicked back and forth. The odor was faint, but she recognized it as his.\n\n\\\u003eStifling squeaks of excitement, Lynn practically danced to the couch where Anon had sat 2 days before.\n\n\\\u003e\"It must be something small if I'm only smelling it now...\", Said the analytical part of her.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003eThe awoo knelt down and craned her head to peek under the large sofa.\n\n\\\u003eIt's harder than it looks for canines. She usually bangs her snout on at least one surface when looking through small openings\n\n\\\u003eHer eyes widened to find...\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003enothing.\n\n\\\u003eJust some dust, fur, and a couple old pieces of goldfish.\n\n\\\u003eCleaning off the dust and swallowing the goldfish, Lynn sighed and continued her search.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003eEvery couch, chair and table in the room was overturned.\n\n\\\u003eWith each check, Lynn grew more weary.\n\n\\\u003e\"Maybe I'm just distracting myself so that I waste time and can't ask Anon to be my valentine.\", she started.\n\n\\\u003eShe stood up and paused, a knot forming in her stomach.\n\n\\\u003e\"M-maybe I'm just going crazy. There's no smell. I'm just...\"\n\n\\\u003eA small tear formed in Lynn's eye. She quickly pushed it back.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e\"...this is stupid. Anon would n-never get with me if he saw how obsessed I look right now.\"\n\n\\\u003eAnother tear formed, this time too strong to fight. She blinked and it rolled an inch down her face, before sinking into the fur beside her muzzle.\n\n\\\u003eTurning from the sofa, Lynn could see her full body in the mirror, which was now across the room.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003eShe could see stray whiskers poke out from her muzzle, and matted patches of fur as if she had just woken up. Small splotches of dirt lined her paws, and dust from the floor now covered her pants and shirt. And in that shirt sat an emaciated ,weak, disheveled attempt of a person.\n\nA mess.\n\n\\\u003e\"An...undateable mess.\" She thought out loud, as another tear rolled down and stained her cheek.\n\n\\\u003eExhausted and defeated, Lynn went limp and let gravity pull her onto the couch. Maybe she would lie there longways, and sleep until Valentine's Day was finally over.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e...\n\n\\\u003e\\*Fwump!\\*\n\n\\\u003e\\*Jingle\\*\n\n\\\u003eHer ear twitched. With a sudden realization, she lifted her torso off of its cushion.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e\"...c-Coins? I never have change!\"\n\n\\\u003eLynn's face lit up as she frantically stuck her arm into the cushion below her. Fishing around, she pulled up a number of small coins and a pen of Anon's\n\n\\\u003eAll that and one other thing.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003eIn her opened palm, above the coins sat a single crumpled sticky note.\n\n\\\u003eShe put her hand in front of her muzzle and breathed in to get that rush, that shiver that only Anon's scent could provide.\n\n\\\u003e\"It's really you, Ano- noNAAACHOOO!\"\n\n\\\u003eOh right, there WAS a lot of dust on all that crap.\n\n\\\u003eThankfully Lynn had closed her paw to keep sticky note from blowing away.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003eDumping the other objects on the coffee table, Lynn used her claws to unfurl the dusty note.\n\n\\\u003eReading in her head, Lynn started\n\n\"TO DO:\"\n\n\"Feb. 12- Snacks for Lynn's House. Get schedule changed, Need off March 12-15\"\n\n\"Feb. 13- Call Mom. Get milk/eggs. Cold cuts\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Feb. 14- IMPORTANT: Buy Lynn's Valentine card/gift after work\"\n\n\\\u003eShe stopped reading. \"Oh my god...\"\n\n\\\u003eLynn was ecstatic. She physically couldn't process what was going on.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e\"Buh-buh-bu-\" Lynn jittered in place, her tail racing to Mach 5 and her Lynnux OS doing everything in its power not to blue-screen.\n\n\\\u003eShe jumped from the couch like a rocket ship, race-stuttering towards her room as fast as possible.\n\n\\\u003e\"WAIT!\" She halted, eyes darting toward the wall clock in the living room.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003e\"When does Anon come home from work again?\"\n\n\\\u003e\\*Knock knock\\*\n\nHappy Vday bros.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"LynnLore","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1826915-couch-lynn-anon.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1827645-stars-n-goldfish-lynn-anon.json"}}