I am Green Peace, environmental activist, professional soy mare. By chance, I 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, I am the brains in the relationship. I am also a starving college student, and Anon insists on picking out all the groceries. I feel my soul die a little every time I go grocery shopping with him. Anon takes the shopping cart out of the corral, and I continue my 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. I tune him out and focus on the one saving grace in this situation. The tight pants I got him, that show off his massive danglers. I come to the end of the bread aisle, and his cart is already full. He turns to look at me, that sweet, innocent smile on his face.
"Honey, could you get another cart for the rest of the groceries?"
I force a smile.
"Of course. I'll be right back."
I pass by one of the stockstallions, and he giggles at me.
"Your coltfriend is a real character."
I let out a dry "Ha" and move on. When I 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 my approach and dumps an armful of individually wrapped sliced cheese. I've seen the ingredient list, I’m pretty sure his wax company supplies at least half of what's listed. It's like it was custom made to poison my environmentalist soul. I only keep from hollowing out by focusing on the bulge of my coltfriend's crotch.
When I come to, Anon is unloading the bags of groceries into the house. How long was I out? Still, I have some pride as a mare, and put as many bags as I can on my saddlebag harness. I focus on keeping my balance as I walk down the stairs to the basement pantry. Anon grins when he sees me 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. I 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."
I plod deeper into the basement, huffing and puffing. Finally, I sit down at the end, and just pant as Anon unhooks the bags from my harness. I blink as Anon pushes my 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?"
I 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."
My blood runs cold. I try to get my hooves out of the rings, but they're wedged tight. Anon puts the hemp hat on my 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 I struggle with my bonds, the bell on my hat jingles and the wall of low-quality food grows higher, cheese wrappers scattered across the floor of the basement around me. I 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. I 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 I see the silhouette of his head.
"For the love of Faust, Anon!"
I swallow, the bell on my hat jingling faintly from the slight shift.
"Yes, for the love of Faust."
The last loaf slots into place, leaving me in darkness and plastic.