To a Market

You haven't had any opportunity to go shopping since you moved to the city, so you decide to pull open your Abra Maps app and search up 'shopping near me'.

Feeling lazy you decide to head to the open-air market that's a couple blocks over.

It may not be a long walk but you're already checking social media posts to see what to expect.

An influencer zebstrika is vlogging about an evolutionary item vendor, and how they're latest fantasy has been finding a mon to sponsor by buying them an evo stone.. and then immediately voring them for the views - with the stream chat deciding whether to end them or not. He isnt the only one posting about the market, as you see a gloom merchant posting about their range of aromatherapy products.

You're about to keep scrolling but realize you're already across the street from the place.

"Excuse me, could you spare some change?" is the question you hear, and you look down beside the gated entrance to see a spinda guy sitting on a folded cardboard box, leaning against the wall. He seems fairly tired from the bags under his eyes, and despite what little bulk you can see on him you have a hunch that he's not eaten in a bit. What little clothing he has on is threadbare with some holes, and you can see his pussy's leaked onto the cardboard below him now and again. The hunch is confirmed when his midsection growls, and he sighs, "Or uh, a meal?"

From vibes alone you expect he's never eaten anyone, but the hunger would probably motivate him to.. and since he's sitting there it's fairly likely he's too exhausted to make an attempt on anyone. You shrug and tell him plainly: "I dont have cash, and I'm pretty sure most people don't care pokedollars onhand these days."

The spinda sighs and scratches his beard as he looks down at his feet, and you consider moving on.. but it does come to mind just how easy it'd be to take advantage of the homeless mon (why doesnt he just move into the prey dorms) to get off real quick, or take him as your next prey. Sure, you could help him out, and if you wanted to be someone's first meal it'd probably be easy to forcefeed him (or someone else to him), but why turn up an easy target?

Your answer comes to you when you look onwards and see a booth with a sandslash calling out to the crowd, "Want gains? Want fun? Step right up and sink your fangs into our stock!" and see him gesture to a series of mons who're collared or otherwise unable to run away while on display.

It's the buizel that's lined up near the front, squirming in his bonds as a vibrator up his ass hums away. He's a little bulkier than you, and the shame on his face suggests that he'd be a proud predator if it weren't for whatever got him into this situation. All you can think about is a rumor you'd heard about being able to evolve faster by churning members of your own evolutionary line.