((Greetings, fellow portal goers. Y'all might know me as Maricow from the chat. Because this is a non-standard type of scene, I feel there is a need for a quick OOC comment about what type of game this is meant to be. It's my intent to feed as many fellow vores to my character<a class="postlink" href="http://profile.aryion.com/profile/Maricow">Maribeth</a>as possible. I've always wondered at what a plump version of Mari would look like and eating up the entire portal sounds like just the way to do it.<br/><br/>As stated in the topic, this scene is open to all. I'd like to keep interaction one on one as much as possible with brief instances of multiple character interaction allowed on a limited basis to keep this going as smoothly as possible. As such, I'll be instituting a queue system. If you'd like to join in, private message me and you'll be put on the list. If the flow of the scene isn't too hectic and you'd like to interact with both myself and the current prey, PM them and ask if it's okay. I'm okay with it as long as the person who's currently taking their turn is as well. For simplicity's sake, the setting is going to be the chat's park.))<br/><br/>One couldn't ask for a better day for for a farmer's fair. The sun is high in the sky without a cloud in sight, the weather is absolutely beautiful for this time of year. All sorts of yummy smells drift on the gentle breeze, from funnel cake to apple pie. On the whole, this part of the park has taken on the atmosphere of a carnival ground.<br/><br/>A few days ago, a couple of the local farms and a group of traveling entertainers banded together and set up shop on a grassy field here to ply their wares. Makeshift plywood stalls selling the freshest fruits and vegetables anyone has ever seen butt up against those hosting all of the typical carnival games like ring toss, squirt gun target practice, machines designed to test physical strength, it's all here.<br/><br/>In the middle of all the stalls there's a wooden stage that a few main events have featured at. Live music, dancing, even a prey auction took place just the other day. Right now, though, it's unoccupied and most park patrons are content enough to ignore it. That is, until a slightly tipsy cow stumbles up the stairs as if she owns the place.<br/><br/>Heads turn as her hooves loudly clop on the platform. There are a few gasps as those who notice her realize she's almost completely nude. The cow is wearing nothing but a red silk sash tied in a bow around her flat, spotted belly. Her curvy body is on display for all to see, though she certainly doesn't seem shy about it in the least. Her bare breasts bounce slightly with each heavy clop she takes right over to the podium at center stage.<br/><br/>Taking the mic, the cow says with a slight slur "Hic! Hey, Y'all listen up! You call yourselves predators? I bet I could out eat any of ya with one hand tied behind my back." Right about now, one very embarrassed barman is reconsidering his decision to give the cow the boot from his stall. Seems that's what caused this surly outburst to begin with! "Imma-Hic!-Prove it to ya, too! If you think you can take me, come on up. Prey, don't you be shy either! First one that bursts this here ribbon gets a special prize." She points down towards the sash around her tummy. "I'll let ya out, eventualy... Promise." A drunken smile crosses her lips. The mic picks up a groan from Maribeth's middle, perhaps one of hunger or perhaps from all the beer sloshing around in there, causing it to echo over the entire park via the speakers set up on stage. "Any takers? Or are ya all scaredy cats? Huh?"