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I like to imagine a little moment with Flufflyn when she goes stargazing with Anon.

>Both are lying side-by-side, sitting in a field of short grass on top of some secluded hill a few miles from town.

>The crickets are singing, the wind is calm, and the sky is full of dancing stars.

>Their conversations always felt more natural here. There was no need for eye contact, as the two of them preferred to look straight up and enjoy nature's light show.

>At the very least, it made Lynn more comfortable.

>After all, Lynn had been yapping for half an hour about the origins of Horoscopes.

>She didn't believe in their powers, of course. "I mean, the visibility of the constellations has always been a product of latitude and axial tilt.", she continued.

>"Again, the Zodiac readings are completely fake, but I thought it was cool that average people had an excuse to get interested in astronomy."

>"Yeah, I understand," Anon lied.

>Thats not to say he didn't try to follow Lynn's rant. He was just amazed that Lynn was stuttering so little tonight, so he lost focus halfway through and was hoping she wouldn't finish with a question.

>"That's why I keep you around, fluff: you can tell me what parts are bullshit and the parts where astronomy actually gets interesting."

>Lynn wagged her tail exactly once, rustling a patch of grass to beside her and cueing Anon to continue.

>"What about you? Do you just keep me around because I carry so many snacks in my bag?"

>Lynn paused for a moment.

>"That's one of the reasons. I am getting pretty hungry, now that you mention it."

>"Well, you're gonna LOVE the surprise I packed for you, fluff!" shot Anon, pushing off of one elbow to turn towards Lynn's silhouette.

>"Sorry, Anon. I don't want to ruin it, but I smelled the goldfish before I even g-got in the car."

>Anon stared at her in disbelief. "You can sniff them through a closed container!?"

>"Heh, only a little buh-bit.", Lynn giggled . "It's really the glue on the packaging that gives it away."

>Anon threw his arm behind him, stuck his hand into his backpack and retrieved a familiar white and orange bag. It's colors could barely be recognized under the faint starlight, but the rustle made by the tinfoil inside was unmistakeable.

>"You should compete in the olfactory Olympics with that nose.", Anon mused.

>Lynn commented back. "I had a friend in high school who was a really good sniffer. He went to s-state competitions and everything."

>"Yeah, well he's got nothing on you." Anon started, fiddling with the bag. "Can't hide nothin' from you. Hell, you could probably sniff out all my secrets with that muzzle of yours."

>Lynn smirked and pushed off the ground with her front paws, now sitting on her haunches and facing Anon's voice.

>"Need help with that?"

>"Nah, I've got it." He defended.

>3 seconds of bag-wresting later, he found the right grips and opened a small hole in the top of the paper sack.

>In the darkness, Lynn held out an expectant paw in his direction, waiting to be filled with crackers.

>"..."

>"....W-what are you waiting for?"

>"Hey Lynn?"

>"Yeah?"

>"Can we do something tonight? Something... silly?"

>Her upper body tensed in a single frame. "W-w-what? What do you mean?"

>"Hold on, it's not bad, I promise!" Anon retaliated, realizing how nervous the prospect made her.

>"...Let me explain. It's not sexual, nothing like that. It's just a fun trust exercise I've always wanted to do, okay?" He consoled.

>"Well, w-what is it?" She stuttered, unconvinced.

>"Okay, here's how it goes: I hold out a handful of Goldfish in my hand, and you eat directly from it. Like, with your snout."

>"You w-want to hand-feed me right here? Bu-but that's so FERAL!" Lynn cried.

>"Look," pleaded Anon. "It's pitch dark out, we're miles away from town, it's just us... and more than all of that, I really enjoy doing fun things with you."

>"..."

>Lynn was incapable of response.

"Lynn, you're the only person I could do this with. But if you don't want to, just forget about it, alright? It was a dumb idea, you can just take the go-"

>"L-Let's do it." Lynn answered.

>"Are you sure?"

>"Honestly, n-not really. But I know it'll m-make you happy."

>"The happiest." Anon replied, holding the bag sideways and pouring 2 dozen goldfish into his left palm. "Ready?"

>He outstretched that arm and waited for Flufflyn to make her move.

>Her nose twitched as the scent of cheddar flooded her nostrils. She could easily locate his hand by scent alone.

>The next few seconds were an eternity of anticipation for Anon. With much weaker vision in the dark, he depended on his other senses to gauge the situation.

>First, the warmth of Lynn's body shifting closer to his own. It was like warming his cold hands in front of a fireplace.

>Later, a hot breath tickled his exposed wrist, and a shiver shot back to raise the hairs on his arm.

>He felt the press of her muzzle against the food in his palm

*Lick, lick, crunch, crunch, lick*

As parts of his hand became exposed again, she could feel the wetness of her tongue touch his fingertips.

>After a few seconds, the munching settled into a slow rhythm.

>To Lynn's own surprise, she began to take comfort in the act after a eating just a few crackers. "Either goldfish are a natural relaxer, or this feeding thing really does build trust." She thought to herself.

>After around 30 seconds, Lynn had licked up the last crumbs from his palm.

>"Stay right there." Ordered Anon, raising his right hand from the grass to a point just above Lynn's snout.

>His first two fingers found the top of her muzzle, and he ran them along the bridge of her nose, almost to her eyes, then back towards him. Forward, then back again.

>Almost instinctively, Lynn rested the square of her muzzle on Anon's left palm, which was still positioned below her from feeding.

>As he continued rubbing, Lynn pushed her nose forward to increase the pressure against the top of her nose. Anon took the hint and applied a counter-pressure.

>As this continued, Lynn felt a scratch below her chin from his feeding hand.

>As her eyelids grew heavy, she let them close and focused on the heavenly sensation coming from Anon.

>An overwhelming sense of security washed over her and undid every knot of tension from her previous hesitation. She was safe inside of Anon's hand sandwich.

>No one talked for almost two minutes, excluding the soft moans that occasionally resonated from Lynn's throat.

>Finally, she broke the silence.

>"mmmmAnon... aren't we supposed to be stargazing?" She mumbled, opening one of her eyes.

>"Well, I still am." lulled Anon. "I'm looking right at you."