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- > 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
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