>Be Flizzy
>You just entered the shower room after playing with Anon some of the "Basketball" that he introduced to the prison
>He still was much better than you at it, but you always beat him when it came to shooting
>Probably because you were much taller, thus closer to the goal.. net.. rim?.. whatever Anon calls it
>Even though you were having such a wonderful time playing with Anon, you couldn't make it last forever; it was only a way to kill time as you started to head towards the main event of the day
>At this very moment, you were waiting for Anon, who was likely changing into some sort of bathing clothes or something
>He always wore clothes, which was kind of strange, but you just assumed it was some sort of tradition his species followed
>But the fact he was always wearing some sort of clothing is why you are so excited to show him what was next on your list for today
>Hopefully he likes it as much as you think he will
>As you flip up the faucet to begin your shower, you decide to tease Anon about his previous comment on how slow you were
"Hey Anon, what was that about me being a slowpoke? If a slowpoke is faster than you, what does that make you?"
>You hear a sigh from the other room, where Anon is changing
>"You are only faster than me because you don't have any clothes to remove."
>You quickly retaliate
"Excuses don't make you any faster, super slowpoke."
>The other ponies in the shower room take notice of your playful teasing of him and decide to join in also
>"'Hyooman'? Never heard of that species. Probably just a mutant from the slowpoke species."
>"Slowpoke's slowpoke is a slowpoke."
>"Better get in the shower soon; it would be sad if the salt from your sweat shriveled you up, snailboy."
>The other ponies and you start to laugh at your childish insults
>Once again, you hear a sigh from the other room
>"Yeah yeah yeah. I am sooooo slow. I'm a slowpoke snail hybrid. Look at Anonymous, the newly discovered slowest creature on this planet. Blah blah blah."
>You continue to laugh, even though you are trying to contain yourself
>It is obviously irking him, but you can't help it
>Anon is fun to tease, mostly because of his cute reactions and "I don't even care" false-front he always puts up
>You know that he is likely getting a bit annoyed by everyone ganging up on him, so you decide to try to calm him down and finish the group teasing
"It's okay, Anon. We are just playing with ya. Don't get too mad."
>You know you don't sound too sincere, as you fight to keep yourself from laughing as you imagine Anon's adorably annoyed expression he must have in the other room
>"Yeah yeah. Whatever. I'm not even bothered by it."
>Yeah.. no, he is "bothered by it"
>You are able to contain your laugh to a snicker as Anon approaches the entrance to the actual room full of showers in the 2 parted "shower room"; him coming from the room full of lockers
>For serious this time, you gotta let him know you were just playing with him
>The rest of the inmates are still laughing, but at the very least you are going to make an effort
>You let out the last giggle you still had in you and say to Anon in a playful tone
"Heh. Sorry Anon. Please don't be mad at me. I'm just playing with y--"
>The words escape you as Anon enters the room.. NOT WEARING ANY CLOTHES
>What is this? What?
>His entire nude form is facing towards you, revealing what was previously hidden under the uniform
>You are not the only creature to notice this, the rest of the inmates that were previously were laughing are now staring at Anon's body also
>For a few seconds of silence, your curiosity overtakes your common sense, as you throw manners out the window and continue to stare at Anon's completely furless body, examining this sight you had never before witnessed
>While scanning up and down his completely exposed form, Anon accidentally startles you and the other inmates when he lifts his hand to the back of his head and lets out a nervous laugh
>In your surprise, you turn around quickly to avoid eye contact with this new side of Anonymous you had never before seen
>The rest of the inmates quickly follow your lead and turn to face the wall in front of them
>From behind, you hear Anonymous speak in an obviously nervous joking tone 
>"Don't worry Flizzy, I know you are just playing with me. I can handle some teasing, I am just playing too. I know I was a hypocrite; there is good comedy in that."
>As you open your mouth to respond, the scene of Anon's naked body rushes through your mind and leaves you speechless
>Unable to think of anything to say, you instead just pick up your soap and begin to wash yourself
>Just keep calm, you keep telling yourself
>Keep calm and act normal
>Once again, from behind you hear Anon speak
>"Hey, I said I was just joking around. I am not really angry. Sorry if I killed the mood."
>He continues to wait for you to respond, but each time you open your mouth to speak, it feels as if you are about to choke on your own tongue
>After a few seconds of awkward silence, Anon nervously says
>"Uhh.. Okay. Sorry, I guess?"
>And he turn to use one of the showers exactly across the room from you
>Meanwhile, two mares that were taking a shower next to you start speaking to each other in a hushed tone that you can only barely hear
>"Anon's not wearing any clothes. Doesn't he always wear clothes?"
>"Forget the clothes, did you see his.. p-penis? Why was it out of its sheath like that? Did he need to pee?"
>They both look over at Anon, as do you, but look back towards each other when they realize that they can only see his butt from this angle
>One of them begins to blush as she says
>"I don't know how to feel about this. He is pretty much a monkey, but for some reason he seems so.. exotic."
>The other one nods her head and agrees
>"Yeah. This is, like, too weird. Let's finish up and get out, I don't like this feeling of confused interest."
>"Yeah, I am with you marefriend."
>The two of them start to wash themselves much quicker as you stop eavesdropping on them
>Suddenly you hear the sounds of hooves clopping against the ground from behind you, as you peek over to see a red pony with green hair backing towards the exit
>It takes you a second to notice, but as she is backing away, she is making sure her backside is not facing Anon at all
>For good reason too, she was winking like crazy
>You stare at the wall as you start to know why you are feeling so out of it after seeing Anonymous
>Him naked aroused you
>Or so you thought, but just confirm your theory or not..
>You peek over once again, but this time at Anonymous
>His back is facing you, now lifting up his arms and cleaning himself
>To get a better look, you completely turn around
>Your body begins to heat up and your heart begins to pound aggressively as you get a better look at his nude body from behind
>His body was much different than any other you have encountered before; his hairless body allowed you to see each and every movement of the muscles in his back, his back indenting in the middle to where his spine was
>Then there was his butt, which you could only currently see two round, slightly muscular, cheeks that became more defined as he shifted his weight onto one of his long, sleek, legs
>Finally, he lets out a massive sigh, which allows you to see his entire back's surface muscles slightly convex then concave back to their original state; showing exactly what a well built creature he truly was
>Not overly muscular, but not too skinny, with every indent left by his muscular structure clearly visible thanks to how smooth and hairless he was
>Your entire body tingles and shudders in excitement as you continue to watch his back muscles move
>Another part of you also begins to tingle and heat up, which you cannot help
>You originally were looking over just to confirm the unknown feelings you were having upon seeing Anon naked, but now staring because you subconsciously want to
>A smile creeps up your face as you continue to watch Anon, giving into your deepest urges and not caring whether or not what you were doing could be considered indecent or not
>You liked what you saw; and, like a true dragon, you weren't going to stop doing what you liked for anyone
>..
>Over the next few minutes you watched Anon, while he washed himself, closely, not caring if any other inmate was watching you
>Each time moved his hands to rub the soap onto or off of his body, you licked your lips
>You imagined that it was not his arms rubbing up and down his body, but instead your tongue
>That was not all you imagined, but for the most part, your imagination was running wild with those sorts of thoughts as you watched Anon
>He didn't even know you were watching him either.. so innocently he unknowingly danced an erotic dance for you
>And you were captivated
>A few of the other inmates were also watching Anon, likely with the same intentions as you, while the others were trying to finish cleaning themselves so they could get out as soon as possible
>Knowing that there were others watching your prize for night only made you more excited
>Never have you felt more alpha than you do right now, as this exotic hyooman trophy that so many others wanted was going to be yours
>As Anon finishes washing the soap bubbles off of him, he slowly bends over and--
>OH
>MY
>CELESTIA
>His entire private area is now exposed, with other parts you didn't even think you would care about now on full display
>You think he is rummaging his hand through his basket or something, but you can't focus too hard on what he is actually doing with how much delicious eye candy you are taking in
>His genitalia is so much different than any creature's you have ever seen before; much bigger than you were expecting based on the gorillas you have seen before
>Not as big as most dragons', but for some reason much hotter
>With his legs slightly apart, both his hyooman penis and scrotum hang down, swinging slightly
>But the part you are most interested in is..
>is..
>"Flizzy!"
>You are tilting your head slightly, trying to get a better look at what you subconsciously wanted to see the most, when Anon stands back up and yells to you
>Taking you by surprise, you snap out of your self-satisfying trance to notice your mouth is covered in drool
>You quickly wipe off the saliva from your mouth as you answer Anon, tripping over your words
"O-Oh? Yes?"
>Anon looks at you with a worried face
>"You seemed kinda out of it.. Are you okay?"
>You scratch the back of your head and let out a fake chuckle
"Yeah, I am alright."
>You try to look Anon in the eyes while speaking, but with his full front now exposed to you, you couldn't help but continue to stare at his genitals from this new angle
"Don't worry about me. So.. did you need something?"
>Instead of answering, Anon goes quiet for about ten seconds before turning himself around towards the wall and asking you for a favor
>"H-Hey.. I am sorry for asking, but mind if I borrow your shampoo? I seem to have forgotten mine."
>Your shampoo?
>Suddenly you remember that Anon is not the only one taking a shower, you also need to finish up
>So you actually do still need to use your shampoo on yourself, you can wait until he is done using it
"Oh. Yeah. Just wait a second."
>You look back over to Anonymous
>Once again, Anon's back is turned to you
>From his posture, none of the really good stuff from earlier is showing, though
>You reach into your basket and pull out your shampoo
>This bottle is pretty big compared to him, maybe you should help him by applying it for him
>But if you do that, it means that shower time would be over, and you are definitely not satisfied yet; you want to see more
>But you need to help him.. You doubt that he could even carry this big thing in such a slippery room; he would probably have to use all of his body strength to pick it up, hoisting it--
>Wait..
>A huge, devious, toothy smile once again creeps up your face as you think you have a solution to elongate your viewing session
>You take your bottle of shampoo throw it across the slippery floor, causing it to slide all across the room, next to Anon's feet
>Yeah.. when you compare it to him, the shampoo bottle is huge
>Normal for you, but he obviously will have a tough time using it; meaning a longer shower for the both of you
>Anon is obviously startled by the size also, he actually back away from it a step when it slid next to him
>Come on Anon, pick it up..
>You lick your lips once again, this time in anticipation
>Anon takes a step towards the bottle, then leans over and tries to pick it up
>Leaning over and trying to lift with his back muscles won't work though, obviously
>You watch him, his side turned towards you, as he struggles to lift it
>After getting it a little more than a quarter of the way off of the ground, Anon's loses his footing and falls over on his butt, causing the bottle to fall back down to where it originally was
"You okay Anon?"
>Him falling and getting hurt startles you and makes you a slight bit worried, but he just laughs and waves you off
>"No problem.. Just a little butt bump. Heh heh."
>You give a sigh of relief, after all, you don't want him to get hurt, just to take his time in picking up the bottle
>More importantly, him to take his time while hoisting the bottle in a certain position you were highly enjoying him in earlier
>Anon gets up and once again tries to pick up the bottle by leaning over it and lifting with his back muscles, but this time lifting it much more slowly
>It goes better than last time, but once again, Anon falls over
>"I-I got it! I'm okay!"
>He pre-emptively replies to you about your concern for your well-being
>Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all..
>Disappointed, you turn back towards your own shower and begin to clean yourself once again with soap, mostly your recently soaked nether region
>From behind you hear Anon once again getting up and walking over to the bottle
>Thinking about it, you should probably help Anon out before anything; at this rate he will never get his hair washed
>As you start to turn back towards him, you are greeted with a sight that is even greater than you had even wished for
>Anon is bending over, body almost completely over the bottle, legs spread very wide apart, with his arms around the bottle
>It looks like he is very slowly trying to slide it up his body at a nearly completely horizontal angle
>But you are not watching him pick it up any longer, you are looking at your prize for your ingenious plan
>Like before, Anon's genitalia is hanging down and swinging slightly, more than before thanks to him trying to pick up a giant bottle, but this time a part of his body that you could not see is perfectly out in the open for your eyes to view at leisure
>With Anon's cheeks so wide apart, you can actually see his asshole
>..You have no idea why, but this was easily the part of him you have been wanting the most
>"A-Anon.."
>You say under your breath, which is now heavier than ever, with your heart beating to the point where you feel light headed
>More than ever, you wanted to pounce him.. you wanted to make him yours
>No other creature could take him from you, this hyooman was yours
>Your reason was starting to be kicked to the curb, as this small hyooman continued to tempt you make him yours right here and now
>Yours
>Yours
>Yours
>That is all you can think as you continued to stare at the part of him that would be considered even more private to a male than their genitalia
>Every part of him, you want to be yours
>As if staring at the most succulent and rare delicacy in the world, you lick your lips very slowly as you imagine getting a taste of him
>When you do, Anon looks over at you, while still trying to fully lift the bottle, with a confident smile on his face
>"See Flizzy? I told you I had it."
>Even though you are only peeking at him, he still notices you licking your lips while gazing hungrily at him, losing his smile and gaining a look of bewilderment
>"Flizzy?"
>As he says your name in confusion, the bottle suddenly slips out of his grasp, upwards his body, and falls over on him
>This time, instead of slipping on his butt, he flies backwards and smashes his head off of a tile, cracking it
>While you do indeed feel worried, you are too full of hormones and desire to go into 'protective mode'
>"Owwhahahaha!"
>Yep, he is alright
>Calmly you get up and walk over to him
>As you approach him, you see him clutching the back of his head, closing his eyes, and chuckling with a gritted teeth smile
>But under his head, you see a small, gradually growing pool of blood..
>But he is still smiling and chuckling..
>He is alright, right?
>Your worry grows a slight bit more, but still you stay calm
>"I am seriously cursed for injuries, aren't I? Hahahaha!"
>Anon laughs out loud to whomever may be listening
>Honestly, it really seems that he does
>Even though you shouldn't find it funny, you laugh anyways and agree
"Yeah you are. You okay, Anon? Hahaha."
>Anon stops laughing and looks up at you, standing extremely close to him
>While he stays silent, you look over his nude form and start slightly salivating again as you get such an extreme close up
>But you realize that Professor Oak: "now was not the time for that."
>Especially because his face has gone completely blank as he stared up at you
>The pool of blood under his head was still growing little by little
"Heh.. Heh.."
>Not worried
>Not worried
>Not worried
>..
>..
>You're worried!
"Anon, you alright? Anon?!"
>Please be alright
>Why is he not speaking?!
>Did he damage his head?
"Anon?!"
>You slowly reach your shaking claw towards him to try and help him up
>Suddenly Anon yells out and curls himself into fetal position
>"No!"
>This startles you, causing you to jerk your claw back towards you and back away from him about half a step
>His head is turned away from you, avoiding eye contact
>W-What?
>"Please don't look.."
>Don't look?
>And like a child who was caught doing something bad, you think of all of the different things he could mean by that and comparing it to all of your most recent actions
>It takes a second to register, but then you think you know what he means
>'Don't look'
>You have been ogling him for a while now
>He couldn't mean..
>He noticed?
>He didn't!.. Did he?
>You look back down at Anon's curled up form
>Oh Celestia, he must have noticed!
>You feel sick to your stomach as you imagine that this is Anon's reaction to your perverse interest in him
>It was like something straight out of a nightmare; is this what that dream from last night meant?
>No, it couldn't be
>Afraid of his rejection, you step backwards another step and start looking around the room
>Luckily no other inmates are in the shower room anymore
>Then you can still damage control this
"A-Anon! I-It's not what you were thinking!"
>While you try to speak in a convincing manner, you screw it all up and instead stammer through your defense
>He doesn't react though..
>Your nerves are completely on edge as your imagination goes even more wild in your paranoia
>Maybe the reason he reacted so horribly to the fact you reaching down to him is because he thought that you were gonna..
>You remember something from the first day you and Anon met, a concept from his culture that he explained to you:
>*"No! Rape isn't an object, it is an action! It is very bad! ... Because rape is when one individual FORCES another to have sex, even if they don't want it."*
>Oh Celestia, no..
>You give up your innocence defense and just try to explain yourself honestly
"I mean, yeah! I-I did look a little.. But I would never do anything you didn't want! I was just making sure you were alright! I swear!"
>You are on the verge of tears as you try to explain yourself to Anon
>You would never do something so terrible, especially not to HIM
"I am so sorry, Anon! I couldn't help myself. Please forgive me."
>Please let him believe you, you beg any force of power that could lend their help for him to not think you were trying to.. rape him
>Your whole body is shaking in fear, your eyes watering as you keep imagining only the worst case scenarios
>Anon looks back up to you, still covering himself from your sight
>His voice wavers as he speaks, soft and afraid, as if he was the one who did something wrong
"You shouldn't be apologizing, it is my fault for being so inconsiderate and not even noticing that I was showing everyone the ugliest part of me. I am so sorry for making you see something so repulsive and terrible. I am sorry.. Because I didn't even think about it, I acted so stupid and accidentally showed you something you detested so much."
>..
>What?
>Anon grits his teeth and looks away again in deep shame
>"I am sorry."
>He continues to hide himself under you, while you try and process what he was saying
>He is hiding himself because he showed you something 'repulsive and terrible'?
>Does that mean.. He was hiding for a different reason
>You continue to study his reaction to all of this, how that correlated to him hiding himself, and the things he said
>..
>Could he just be..
>Anon is blushing
>He is blushing A LOT
>Is he, embarrassed?
>Embarrassed because he thinks you find his genitals, the thing you were caught staring at for so long, 'repulsive'?
>You continue to think about this and try to reason it out, but that is the general conclusion you come to
>..
>That's not true at all!
"I could never detest any part of you!"
>Anon stops hiding his face and looks towards you with an expression likely of part embarrassment and part confusion
>You once again get close to Anon, looking deep into his eyes to express your sincerity
"It's not ugly or terrible. I think it is.. cute, just like you."
>Sure it is not like a dragon's, and yeah, maybe it is strange that it does not sheathe itself when not erect, but that doesn't make it disgusting
>He was born with it, it is a part of him, and you could never hate any part of him
"It's not ugly or terrible. I think it is.. cute, just like you."
>Confessing is not really your strong point, and you were definitely planning to do it better than this, but you are too swept up in the moment
>Anon's embarrassment, vulnerability, and fear of you thinking his 'private area' being inadequate flipped a switch in you
>Anon responds while you are thinking of the next thing you are going to say
>"It's.. cute? What?"
>What does he mean what?
>Uh, maybe that was not the correct way to say it
>How about..
"I-If anything, I was happy to see it. I got to see the real you, the most lovely part of you."
>Anon is in absolute disbelief at that statement
"Lovely? Really?"
>You have to keep rolling with it, this is a better reaction than the last one
"Yes, lovely."
>You take a deep breath as you prepare to say exactly what needs to be said, the thing you have practiced saying in private over and over
"I-I wanted to do this in a better place and at a better time, but now I don't even care."
>You think of all of the wasted planning and how inelegant this was compared to how you wanted to do it, before finishing what needs to be said
"I just want you to know.."
>And here comes the moment of truth
"Anon.. I--"
>Suddenly Anon cuts you off
>"You think my scar is cute and lovely?"
>..
"Y-Your scar? What?"
>What in Tartarus did he just ask you?
>You were literally taken aback to what he just asked you
>"Yeah.. You are not disgusted by my scar? You think it looks 'cute'?"
>And you are completely lost
"Your scar? I find it cute? What?"
>Anon stops his body and then points at the scar on his abdomen
"Yeah.. Isn't that what you just said? The scar that everyone in the room hated so much, the ugliest part of me that disgusted you all so much that you couldn't even stand to look at me.. You just said it was.. cute and lovely?"
>..
>Hang on..
>So this entire time..
>He thought you were looking at his..
>That all of the inmates were looking at his..
"The scar? You mean, ya think I was lookin' at your scar? That all of us were?"
>No bucking way
>So you nearly confessed all of that for no reason?
>And he almost learned about you doing all of that to him because of your own stupid assumption of..
>Oh Celestia, you feel like an idiot, a big scaly one
>But, that doesn't explain why he--
>"Yeah. Isn't that why you all went silent when I entered the room? I saw the other inmates look at my abdomen, then immediately look away. You looked like you were getting sick when you were staring at me; that is why when you were suddenly so close, looking at my disgusting scar, I tried to hide it.."
>..no
>You fall backwards onto your tail, mouth agape, when you finally understand
"No buckin' way.."
>So Anon didn't actually catch you watching him, this was about something completely different
>You smile, as a wave of relief washes over you
>That is.. until Anon once again starts to frown and slowly moves his hands over his abdomen to hide his scar in shame
>"I am sorry Flizzy."
>And suddenly, the gravity of the situation hits you
>This was not anything you should be celebrating.. the fact that this entire time Anon was around you, he was afraid.. ashamed
>Ashamed of a scar that he did not deserve, afraid of you condemning him because of it
>And you only made his insecurity and fear worse by constantly leering at him with unknown intentions
>This entire time you have been treating Anon like a piece of meat, enjoying yourself by taking advantage of his trust in you to secretly use him to satisfy your own perversions
>Meanwhile, he was uncomfortable, scared, and insecure
>Which you only made worse by tricking him, causing himself to get injured, forcing him to hide himself in shame, maybe even reopening an emotional wound.. and who even knows how much more damage was done
>And for what?
>So that you could elate yourself a little bit more by seeing parts of him that were a little hidden from view?
>The fact is, you treated Anon like a simple two bit horse, if not even worse, instead of like the precious individual that he was.. that you wanted him to feel like
>Guilt is hitting you like a brick.. a very big brick
>..
>This isn't right, this isn't how you wanted today to go
"Anon.."
>You speak to him gently
>"Yes?"
>He responds, mimicking the tone of your voice
"Turn around."
>"Pardon?"
>The hesitation in Anon's voice is completely understandable
>While you want Anon to trust you, you know the exact reason why he may not
>Though you repeat yourself, hoping that he will give you the benefit of the doubt once again
"Turn around, Anon. Face towards the wall."
>This time, Anon does as you say, though still with understandable hesitation
>"Uh.. Okay?"
>He slowly sits up and turns towards the wall
>As he turns to reveal the back of his head, you see the gash caused by your stupidity through his very short hair, which had only barely grown from his original baldness
>Your stomach churns as the guilt continues to accumulate
>The entire back and side of his head is blood soaked
>Luckily the gash is small, though, so there is no emergency
"Good. Sit down and lean forward, towards the wall."
>You may not be able to change what has already happened, but you can at least do what you should have done in the first place
>"Umm.. Flizzy?"
>You bring your snout next to you, no longer able to look at the blood
>All you wanted was for him to, please..
>Please..
>Please--
"Just trust me, Anon."
>Your eyes begin to moisten and a few tears slide down your face involuntarily
>But you can't cry, you don't deserve to, it is your fault all of this happened
>After a few seconds, Anon lets out a huge gulp and says in a false confident voice
"Okay, I trust you. I will always trust you."
>No.. that was the wrong thing for him to say
>Or maybe it was the right thing
>Either way, your body attempts to start crying even more
>You grit your teeth and resist it as best you can, your stifled sobs coming out as erratic little growls unwillingly
>Anon, now leaning towards the wall, is waiting on you as you reach down towards the shampoo bottle laying on the floor
"Now close your eyes.."
>Anon does as you say and you grab the shampoo bottle with your dulled claws, very lightly scratching the plastic
>You then 'squish' out the shampoo onto your claws and mix it into suds by rubbing your claws together
>Your growling intensifies as you try harder and harder not to cry, to the point where it was likely Anon could hear it regularly
>You grind your teeth together, hoping for that to keep you from crying
>Anon is the one who most deserves to cry, not you.. you have to stay strong
>You move your right arm to turn on the shower
"I-I'm s-sorry, Anon.."
>You choke out an apology, between held back sobs, before grabbing the back of Anon's neck with your soapy left claw
>You flick on the shower and sit back
>The blood in Anon's scalp is washing out somewhat with just the water, but you pull his head back so that you can properly clean it; lathering the shampoo into his hair, being very careful around the gash on the back of Anon's head
>After you are done lathering the shampoo in, you dunk his head back into the water to finish him up
>And with that, you are done; no more blood and Anon's hair properly washed
"Grrr.. Grrr.. D-Done.. Grrr.."
>Still on the verge of sobbing, you rest your arms by Anon's side, wanting to be as close as you can to him without actually touching him
>This helps calm you down slightly, your contained sobs causing your entire body to constantly keep shivering, but still contained luckily
>As long as you can continue to sit and let yourself calm down, you can avoid crying
>That's all you've got to do, don't think about anything
>Not Anon, not your buck up, just nothing
>Just breathe slowly and you will be okay
>Just.. breathe
>..
>Suddenly, without warning, Anon grabs your right arm and says to you in a very calmly sweet mellow tone
>"I trust you, Flizzy."
>No..
>The urge to sob becomes stronger once again
>He then places his other hand on your arm and begins to rub it
>No no no..
>Don't do it, please
>He then repeats
>"I trust you."
"..."
>Dammit all
>You rip your arms from Anon's grasp and hug him around his back
"Anon, I am sorry. I am so sorry."
>The tears come flowing out as you apologize to Anonymous
>You can't hold it in any longer thanks to him; now your head rests on Anon's shoulder as you let it all out
"I am s-so sorry."
>Your grip around Anon tightens as you feel the scar under your claws
>Anon grips your arms surrounding him in a pseudo-hug as he tries to comfort you
>"Please Flizzy.. You have nothing to be sorry about."
>You feel his scar and disagree, speaking between muffled sobs, trying to still hold it in some
"Your scar.. I'm terrible. You were feelin' so alone.. so insecure.. hidin' yourself because of me.. afraid of how I saw you.. while I acted selfish and indulged in my desires.. feeding your fears by treating you like a piece of meat.. not like something that's so precious to me.."
>Shaking your head ever so slightly, your body begins to tense, sobbing even harder, as you think of all of the terrible things you had done in this room
>How you betrayed Anon's trust
>How you hurt him over your own selfish desires
>How you treated him like a common horse, leering at him and ignoring how he was feeling
>The words you all want to say, you can't; you are too afraid
>He deserves better than that
>While you continue to wallow in self-hatred, Anon speaks pleadingly, denying that you had any fault in anything that happened today
>"Please Flizzy, I am the one who fed my own fears and delusions. Please don't blame yourself for anything, you have been nothing but wonderful to me."
>Hugs your arms even harder as he says this
"Anon.."
>He acts so strong, so sweet, even after how terrible you had been 
>You love him.. you love him so very much
"When I said I'd prove how much ya meant to me, I did mean it.."
>You say as you try and wipe away your tears
>Enough crying, you have to be strong for him too
>Strong enough to not fall to temptation like this ever again
>..Well, not in a way that could hurt him at least
>You weren't going to become asexual, after all
>"Flizzy, this entire thing was an accident, a misunderstanding. I have been through worse than my own naivety and assumption born fears. I will admit, I am extremely afraid of being hated by you, but there is something I forgot today, that I should never ever forget, even if I lost every memory I ever had; to always 'trust Flizzy'."
>His words cause a few more tears to come out once again, but you quickly keep wiping them away as they appear
>Dammit, don't start crying again..
>You stay silent to keep your emotions in check while he continues
>"Flizzy, I am sorry I ever doubted you. I don't know what you feel sorry for, but me needlessly doubting you is a worse crime than anything you could have ever done. From what I have seen, you have been completely selfless all day, not a single selfish thing done; so truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you Flizzy."
>You finish up wiping the last of your tears, finally sealing up all unnecessary emotions; or that is what you are telling yourself
>Though guilt is an emotion that you can't get rid of, especially because Anon really doesn't know of your devious and selfish behavior from earlier that contributed heavily to this entire thing
>But Anon is making an effort to put this incident behind you two and you were going to do your best to honor his efforts
>You give a nervous laugh and try your hardest to make a joke out of this
>"Well.. I definitely was a lot more selfish than 'selfless' with a lot of what I had done in this room."
>The joke turns into a daydream quickly, though, as halfway through the sentence you start to remember Anon after he bent over to pick up the bottle of shampoo you threw, unconsciously reenacting your daydream
>You snap out of it when you start to feel yourself drooling once again, quickly wiping it up in embarrassment
>Ah, Celestia dammit
>With that, you fell to temptation again..
>Anon is actually looking up at you with a strange somewhat open half smile as you finish wiping the saliva from your mouth; you must have looked so bucking silly to get that reaction out of him
>But seriously, you have to give him a final apology, a good one
>So, as serious and sincere as you can possibly be, you apologize to Anon for one final time, sadly starting with a nervous stutter
"S-So yeah. I really have lots of things I need to apologize for. So please, don't deny me my apology, Anon. I very much am sorry for the selfish things I have done in here that have led to this terrible confusion. The thought that what I'd done made ya insecure and afraid of what I thought of ya is the exact opposite of what I wanted to do today. I really hope ya can forgive me.."
>Your apology encompasses only a fraction of what you truly want to apologize for, but you decide that going further into detail would be unnecessary and would just cause Anon even more stress or sorrow
>You feel truly regretful and you hope that Anon will forgive you for, at the very least, the amount of stuff you apologized for
>Anon flashes you a smile and says in a tone of levity
"Fine. Then let's have it like this, because it's over and done with, all a stupid misunderstanding, and we are still best friends; I will accept your apology if you accept mine."
>He then stands up and sticks out his hand
>It is the thing he does when he either greets a pony or is trying to show respect on the Basketball court; based on the context of this situation it is probably something having to do with mutual respect, you guess
>Now this is the Anon that all of the inmates love, showing you the same forgiveness and kindheartedness that has made him so beloved by many of the inmates here
>And this, above everything else, including how cute he can be and his exotic body, is the reason that you have fallen so in love with him
>You give a confident half-smile and grab Anon's hand with your claw firmly, but not too firmly, as his grip is so weak compared to yours
"That sounds like a deal, Anon. I accept your apology in exchange for you acceptin' mine."
>And before you can complete the handshake, Anon returns your confident grin and says
>"To friendship."
>Wow, how corny, you almost want to laugh, but instead you give a warm smile to the only friend that can make you go from one extreme emotion to another so quickly; from crying on his shoulder to wanting to tease him for such a cliche one-liner
"No.."
>So no, you don't care to toast on friendship
>You could lose every other friend in the world, but as long as you have Anon by your side you would be happy
>To be truthful, what you want to toast on more than anything else is--
"To us."
>Anon scrunches his face as he sniggers at your toast, then completes the hand/clawshake
>As you complete the shake, you tell Anonymous something that you feel he needs to hear
"Anon."
>"Hm?"
>You think back to the unofficial promise you made after Anon's surgery a little over a week ago
"I haven't done as good of a job at keepin' my promise as I wanted to. I know that, but I'm learnin' thanks to you. On my pride as a dragon, I promise you I will do better from now on. I WILL keep my promise to you."
>You will do better from now on; for the rest of the day, you will do nothing but think about him and treat him how he deserves to be treated
>This is a promise that you will keep, even if it kills you
>Anon seems to be slightly surprised by your comment at first, but then gives you a smile that could warm the coldest of winter nights
>"I anticipate it with excitement."
>He says softly
>As you let go of his hand, you go to quickly finish your shower so that you can proceed with your two's day
>The next place had planned was hopefully going to make up for this, plus much more
>After all, a very special surprise awaited him, one that he would hopefully keep with him for the rest of his life

- END OF PART IX: PART 2 [Flizzy] -