Boldly declare the arrival of Tokonga

There is no point trying to defend yourself or hide from the wugs. They have you surrounded and you are on their turf. Brigette clings to you, her breasts against your arm as the wugs stare and flick their fins menacingly.

"You are their goddess," you murmur to Brigette. "You can do this. I'll announce you."

"Wait? Are you sure?" The doubt in her voice saddens you, but you must push on.

"This is our only choice, Brigette. You must be this 'Tokonga' they worship."

"B-but, how do they worship me?"

It's a fair question, maybe one you should have considered before making the wug lead you here. Now, it's far too late. She must be Tokonga or the both of you are going to be dead meat. Or worse. Wug breeding **** girls. Your mind resolved to this **** ruse, you step out from in front of Brigette. She tries to cling to you again, breasts swaying and eyes wide with fear. You hold her at arm's length.

"Behold!" Your shout sends a ripple through the wugs. "Your goddess, Tokonga, has arrived! Bow down before your goddess."

You are answered by silence and the inhuman stares of nearly a dozen sea wug warriors. For a few seconds you think your ruse has failed and then they begin to emit clicking and chirping sounds, almost like frogs croaking. One by one, they begin to rise into standing positions. Some of them are quite larger, even taller than the one you caught, and they are armed with wicked swords, nets, and trident like spears. But they are not brandishing these weapons, they are standing up, clawed hands raised and croaking in their strange voices.

"Tokonga!" they begin to croak and the word is taken up by all of the wugs until they are chanting it. You hear the chant answered from the surrounding huts. Male and female sea wugs revealing themselves to join the praise of their goddess.

A stoop-backed fish with a particularly large and colorful fin steps down form one of the huts and approaches through the chanting warriors. This wug has a neck decorated with a necklace of teeth from various predators and walks with a particularly long spear held like a walking staff. He stops short of your captive wug and you let the leash go from your hand. The wug, now freed, turns and begins to chant along with his brothers. Brigette trembles beside you, obviously terrified by all the attention.

Finally, the wug, which you take to be a leader or shaman, gestures with a flaring of fins on either side of his head and brings the other wugs to silence. They bow their heads in defense to their chieftain.

"Sister who walks with Tokonga, do you speak for the goddess?" His words are clear despite being formed by a strange croaking.

You glance at Brigette. Her eyes are full of fear. She hugs her breasts with both arms and drops of milk trickle out and disappear in swirls into the dark water of the salt marsh beneath you. She is in no condition to try to fool these creatures.

"Yes, I will answer for her."

You are surprised as the chief steps towards you. As he approaches a thick, pink wedge of glistening cockflesh slides out of his smooth abdomen.

"Then you speak for the goddess. We will commune and I will begin the ceremonial rut with you. Prepare yourself."

A ceremonial rut? He means to fuck you with that strange cock! Is this what they expect? Is this the only way to fool them?