> 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