“Oh, Anon! You forgot the cheesy bread!”
>I gave him a winning smile
>At the same time I gave a particularly vigorous yank at my right hoof.
>Still stuck.
>”No, I picked it up when we walked past aisle seve--”
>He stopped short
>Just as I had said, there was no cheesy bread in the cart.
>He shook his head briefly, and after a moment readjusted his hands on the shopping cart
>Two fingers slid against my groin and I had to bite back a groan
>In a normal situation I would have just backed away.
>This wasn’t a normal situation.
>I, Pillow Case, after seven months on Earth and five months living with Anon, had gotten my back hooves wedged in a shopping cart.
>Stupid filly’s seat.
>”Everything alright in there, Casey?”
“Yep. Right as rain. Life’s good. I’m just really looking forward to cheesy bread!”
>I pretended to wriggle in my excitement.
>I really just wanted to wriggle my hooves out of his human death contraption.
>”Great, we should be out at checkout in just a few minutes. I’ll let you eat some in the car if you promise not to get crumbs everywhere.”
“Thanks, Anon.”
>It was all I could think to say.
>I hated cheesy bread.
>Now I had to eat some on the way home, or risk disappointing Anon.
>If I could even escape the shopping cart.
>As the cheesy bread aisle approached I worked my right leg again.
>Discreetly.
>If Anon knew I was stuck after begging to ride for so long I’d never hear the end of it.
>I just had to get out on my own.
>Shimmy, Wriggle, a small push with my forelegs…
>Right leg free!
>Now all I needed to do was--
>Slam!
>My leg slammed back into position, tighter than before. I felt the center of the cart grind against my marehood as I hopelessly jerked both my legs up and down, desperately trying to get free.
>A small dribble began to form and I ended my jerking, instead opting to slam my legs together like a nun on the sabbath.
>Anon, in all of his adorable obliviousness, took my jerking as an expression of happiness.
>”Did you like that sharp turn? My mom always used to pull that trick on my when I was younger.”
>He grinned his oblivious little grin.
>I smiled back and tried to slit his happy little throat with my eyes.
>Since we turned I knew we’d entered the cheesy bread aisle. I couldn’t see it in the cart, but Anon must have added it in while I was distracted with… other things.
>That means we were headed to checkout, where Anon would certainly discover my secret!
>We passed aisle six... aisle five… aisle four.... aisle three…
“Hey Anon! Is that Strawberry over there!”
>As he spun around to look where my hoof was pointed I reached into the cart and grabbed the nearest thing at hoof.
>With a quick twitch the peas in Anon’s cart joined his first supply of cheesy bread in aisle two.
>Aisle one… register…
>I smiled at Anon and pondered how best to dispose of his body.
“Now you forgot peas! Anon, your head is all over the place today!”
>Silently I clenched my back hooves closer as a trail of warmth slipped down my leg and matted my fur.
>Anon hummed pleasantly as he turned the cart around.


>My trick had worked twice now, but even Anon wasn’t stupid enough to fall for it forever.
>I couldn’t get out just pushing and pulling.
>There had to be another way.
>But I couldn’t think of anything with my snatch pounding indecent thoughts into me!
>Maybe if I shook one leg to the side…
>bump.
>Bump.
>BUMP.
>A few tears sprung into my eyes as I desperately tried to conceal my arousal.
>Any motion I made just made my problem ten times worse!
>As if to highlight my thought, another dribble of marejuice worked its way down my leg.
>All I could think was “HIDE!”
>Instinctually I flinched back, trying to squeeze myself into the smallest little Pillow Case I could.
>Given my situation, it didn’t work terribly well, though.
>My tail?
>Stayed stuck.
>My left leg?
>Stayed stuck.
>My right leg?
“Huh?”
>It pulled back a tiny bit.
>The little trickle of love I was giving up had loosened the left side of my leg.
>One more time, I tried to pull my leg. I needed to prove to myself my liberation was real and that I hadn’t just finally gone insane from being around Anon so much.
>Yep.
>It was almost imperceptible, but the shift was there.
>Maybe, just maybe, I could use my... “problem” to fix my problem.
>The sound of something hard hitting the cart’s bed brought me out of my thoughts.
>The peas were in the cart.
>Which meant we would be at the register in just about a minute.
>I didn’t want to think about what I was doing, didn’t even want to acknowledge that I had to rub myself in public like some disgusting pervert.
>My eyes shut, and I tried not to think of my Grandmare’s disapproving glare.
>I bit my lip.
>Then I started to grind.
>My sore pussy instantly thanked me as a few shocks triggered a gasp I barely kept bottled up.
>Long, thin trails of wetness began to zig-zag across my flanks, and a little bit of triumph lingered in the back of my mind before being completely blotted up by arousal.
>God I needed this more than I thought I did.
>My back legs were getting coated, the cart was heating up, I allowed myself a barely audible whimper as I--
>”What are you doing you silly filly?”
>Anon accompanied the teasing with a smirk and a flick at my wings.
“Um, nothing. I was just… y’know… trying to look around! To uh… to see what brand of peas you bought!
>As I spoke my legs slammed shut.
>A slight pull told me that I was still stuck.
>Stupid cart and stupid Anon!
>I went back to jerking myself into the bar that held my legs, trying to tease myself into the orgasm that would mean release.
>In more ways than one.

>After another few seconds of grinding, I allowed myself a small peek to see where the cart was.
>Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no…
>Aisle one was coming to an end.
>And there was no way the people waiting at the registers wouldn’t see me shamelessly schlicking this shopping cart.
>Desperate, I gave one last thrust, then slammed my legs back together.
>A little more cum dribbled out, but one last jerk told me I wasn’t free.
>So I was still stuck in the cart, but now I was also covered in erotic juices, and out in the open where everyone could see.
>Anon just had to park the cart and look down to see what was happening.
>And to top it off I was on the edge of an orgasm I would never get.
>Stupid Pillow Case! When was the last time masturbating solved your problems? Stop thinking with your mare bits and use your head for once!
>This entire idea had been stupid.
>I angrily gave one last small gyration against the cart
>Just with that little movement, I could feel myself begin to wink.
>This time I didn’t even bother holding back the groan.
“Uhhhhhhhhnnnnn…”
>There was no point in hiding it. Anon was going to find out what I’d been doing no matter what.
>As he gave me another inquisitive look, I barely had the energy to mentally stab him and hide the body.
>His inquisitiveness gave way and was replaced with his same old oblivious Anon grin.
>”We’re almost out Casey. After checkout, you can hop on out of that cart and we can go home. The cheesy bread’s waiting for you!”
>I wanted to scream at him. No, Anon. I can’t get out of the bucking cart, I’m coated in my own bucking cum, and I don’t like bucking cheesy bread!
>Instead, I just looked down and exhaled.
>Anon smiled again.
>”Tell you what, I’ll spin you on another turn if it’ll make you stop that nasty sighing!”
>No Anon, that’s stupid, and you’re…
>Just as I mentally harangued Anon for what felt like the fiftieth time that day, another thought popped into my head.
>Maybe if I agreed, he’d turn into one of the aisles and I could finish myself off!
>I was a devilish little vixen, always thinking with my marehood, as usual.
>Slowly, I began to nod.
“Yes, please Anon! It was so fun the first time!
>I smiled and waited for the cart to start to move toward an aisle.
>Instead I was jerked to the side, and tears jumped into my eyes as my privates slammed full force into the shopping cart’s center.
>Instantly, I was dripping and winking furiously, a desperate lust crept into my eyes.
>Already halfway through the turn, I began to gyrate back into the cart, angling my hips so my marehood was practically being crushed by the tiny metal bar.
>I let out a gasp as I could feel myself forming a puddle on the ground, my pent up love slipping all the way down my flanks and dripping onto the floor.
>The orgasm ripped through me and this time I gasped even louder.
“O-Oh my… fuuuu…”
>My eyes squeezed shut and I let wave over wave of pleasure wash over me. My pussy winked frantically and I lost control of my body as all my mental energy went into fucking this little bar silly.
>With each wink more and more clear, sweet maregasm fell out of me, and I let it all dribble over me, slipping over the cart, my flanks, my legs, my hooves.
>Some of it even slipped down and soaked my tail, which was flicking and jumping, instinctively trying to lift up even though it couldn’t.
>Finally, Anon finished his turn and gleefully looked down at me.
>”Enjoy that 360, Casey?”
>I couldn’t respond. I couldn’t even threaten to kill him. Gasping and panting, wings open like a parachute, still dripping a little, I fell backwards and basked in the afterglow.
>After a few seconds of breathing, I lifted myself up, easily sliding out of the seat, and fell back into the body of the cart. Nestled between some groceries I was too torn up to identify.
>I barely had the energy to cross my legs and lift my tail up to hide my modesty.
>One last time, I winked, and then I finally lay still.
>What felt like an hour later, Anon finally piped up again.
>”I know that was fun, but we need to checkout now!”
>Slowly, I forced myself to look up at him. I was basking in my triumph, but I still too tired to make any sudden movements.
>As I started to respond, my eyes spotted something directly below the cart’s filly’s seat.
>Now I knew why I hadn’t seen it when he’d put it in the cart.
>Oh. My. Buck.
“Anon… I, uh… think you’re gonna have to get some new cheesy bread…”