> Be Green Peace, environmental activist, professional soy mare > By chance, you have gotten involved with Anon, the heir to Bee Light Industrial, the leading supplier of wax for all sorts of other industries > He is a sweet stallion, but his mental faculties... > Suffice it to say, you are the brains in the relationship > You are also a starving college student, and Anon insists on picking out all the groceries > You feel your soul die a little every time you go grocery shopping with him > Anon takes the shopping cart out of the corral, and you continue your crusade to get some sort of environmental conscientiousness into his pretty little head "Wax pollution makes up a rising amount of ocean floating pollution, collecting microplastics and-" > He just put three loaves of wonder bread in the cart "Babe, we don't need that much bread." > He smiles and shakes his head > "You can't ever have enough wonder bread. It's good for grilled cheese sandwiches, frying, PB&J," > With each word he puts another loaf in the cart > It's not even the store's cheaper, generic version of the bread > No, for some reason Anon insists on getting brand name Wonder Bread > "Egg salad sandwiches, mayo sandwiches, toast," > The cart is already half-full of the stuff, and Anon pauses, looking at the shelves he's emptied > Then he sighs and starts taking down the Cereal Lee white bread too > You tune him out, and focus on the one saving grace in this situation > The tight pants you got him, that show off his massive danglers > You come to the end of the bread aisle, and his cart is already full > He turns to look at you, that sweet, innocent smile on his face > "Honey, could you get another cart for the rest of the groceries?" > You force a smile "Of course. I'll be right back." > You pass by one of the stockstallions, and he giggles at you > "Your coltfriend is a real character." > You let out a dry "Ha" and move on > When you return with the cart, Anon is browsing the cheeses > Not the wheels of artisan cheese, or the blocks of good cheese for bulk savings, no > He perks up at your approach and dumps an armful of individually wrapped sliced cheese > You've seen the ingredient list, you're pretty sure his wax company supplies at least half of what's listed > It's like it was custom made to poison your environmentalist soul > You only keep from hollowing out by focusing on the bulge of your coltfriend's crotch > When you come to, Anon is unloading the bags of groceries into the house > How long were you out? > Still, you have some pride as a mare, and put as many bags as you can on your saddlebag harness > You focus on keeping your balance as you walk down the stairs to the basement pantry > Anon grins when he sees you with the rest of the groceries > "That's my mare. Oh, and I got a present for you, it just came in the mail!" > He holds out a hemp Hearthswarming hat, with a little bell at the tip > You smile "That's sweet, babe. I'm glad you finally listened to me about the benefits of hemp!" > He chuckles > "You talk about it often enough, it's not like I could forget. Come on, get those groceries to the back and I'll put it on you." > You plod deeper into the basement, huffing and puffing > Finally, you sit down at the end, and just pant as Anon unhooks the bags from your harness > You blink as Anon pushes your hooves through the rings of a plastic six-pack holder and uses a grocery bag to tie it to one of the shelf units "Babe, what are you doing?" > He says, "Do you remember the day I met you?" > You frown "It was after the workers' strike I helped organize, at the drydock." > He nods > "Between the pay raise for the workers, and the hull coating regulations you lobbied for, you have cost me over five million bits." > Your blood runs cold > You try to get your hooves out of the rings, but they're wedged tight > Anon puts the hemp hat on your head > Methodically, he takes out a loaf of wonder bread, puts it on the floor, then unwraps a slice of cheese and puts it on top > As you struggle with your bonds, the bell on your hat jingles and the wall of low-quality food grows higher, cheese wrappers scattered across the floor of the basement around you > You start to laugh hysterically "Ha ha, what a funny joke! You wouldn't really waste all of this, all we had together!" > He doesn't say anything, just slapping down processed cheese and loaves of bread > You tremble "Please, just let me go, I won't bother you or your company!" > The wall grows higher, nearly reaching the ceiling > In the dim alcove you see the silhouette of his head "For the love of Faust, Anon!" > You swallow, the bell on your hat jingling faintly from the slight shift > "Yes, for the love of Faust." > The last loaf slots into place, leaving you in darkness and plastic