The Party is ready to begin, and its first major event is up to you.
Shipwrecked With Giant Anthros
chapter 15
by
Calvitonks
By the time you return to the village from the beach, night has pretty much just arrived, but thankfully there are a lot of torches present and lit up so that everyone can have an easy view of their surroundings even if most inhabitants are traditionally diurnal creatures. Kanela told you this wasn’t usual, but considering this was a special occasion, it makes sense that they would go the extra effort.
There are a lot of people here, around 150 people if you are not mistaken, all of them being anthro of an incredible variety: hippos, wolves, lions, tigers, crocodiles, horses, dogs, foxes, and much more, both males and females of all types. They were chatting with each other or in smaller, more intimate groups, likely waiting for your arrival after they helped prepare everything so that the party proper could begin.
Speaking of waiting, Kanela immediately approached Chief Amara as soon as she saw her, with the village chief smiling at her arrival, leading her to speak to both of you:
“Oh, welcome back, Kanela, Samual; we were just waiting for you two. Now, come here.”
She then grabbed your caretakers arm to better lead her into a small, raised platform at the village’s center edge that allow both of them to stand in a clearer position from everyone: once both her and your caretaker were positioned, Amara brought a couple of her fingers into her mount to make a most potent whistle sound that drew everyone’s attention; to see so many gigantic Anthros turning to face you, it could have easily make some people very uncomfortable, but you were never afraid of having the attention of a crown.
Once Amara was certain that all the villagers were focused on her, she spoke, in a loud and clear voice:
“People of Kinshasa Village, hear me! Tonight, we have gathered all of us together to celebrate a most special occasion: for the first time in several years, we have a new human within our ranks. Everyone, give a welcome to our newest member, Samual!”
Kanela then gently pick up from her cleavage, before raising to the air atop both of her hands, as if raising a most venerated icon; you waved at the people, who started to cheer and applaud, many of them saying “Welcome Samual!” in coordinated unison; you couldn’t help but blush, for you never expected to received such a welcome from such a large group of people, but you kept your cool.
Murmur soon could be heard, as the inhabitants of Kinshasa likely commented on your appearance and/or presence, likely a combination of both, before Amara once again whistled to bring both silence and focused attention to her words; once this was achieved, she spoke again, saying:
“Now, as is tradition, Kanela, as the first and current caretaker of our new human villager, reserved the right to mark Samual before the party can formally begin, for it will be key in determining what our newest member shall experience! Therefore, let’s give them the time to arrive at a desired conclusion!”
“Marked? What exactly does she mean by me getting marked by you?” you immediately ask, in a low voice, to Kanela.
“Don’t worry, it's rather simple: to symbolize that by the end of the party the given human, in this case you, ultimately desires to return to the home of his current caretaker, which would be me, I just need to make sure my bodily scent is impregnated all over your body. This is, of course, optional, but that in turn would mean that by the party’s end anyone is free to take you home with them, of course not before telling the current caretaker while doing so; no sneaky kidnapping here allowed, only playful “exchanges”, hehe.” She explains back, also in a low tone.
“I see, thanks for letting me know; now, what are the options?” you then ask, eager to solve this matter as soon as possible so the party can properly begin.
“Well, there are several options, besides of course the previously mentioned not being marked at all, each with their own symbolism for us: the simplest is that I put you in my mouth and cover you in my saliva, that would communicate that you remain flexible and open to all possibilities, ranging from full mating all the way to standard communication; another is that I rub you against one of my nipples until I lactate and cover you with my milk, communicating in the process that you, although are willing to have sexual experiences, you only desire to try the more tame and likely private ones that can only occur in a context of potential couples and nothing else; the most extreme one is that I shove you up my ass, telling that despite everything you have changed your mind and desire that this time to have no actual sexual interactions whatsoever (many humans that were originally full eager have a understandable change of heart once they finally realize that they will get to interact in such a manner with many far larger creatures than themselves, so we always remain open to that option); lastly but certainly not least of them I can shove you up my pussy and cum all over you, symbolizing that you ultimate desire to go all the way with everyone above all else, getting to experience all kinds of sexual interactions with anyone present here,” Kanela explains as briefly as she can.
You nod, appreciating the explanation, allowing yourself to finally consider all possibilities: in the end, what way of marking, if any, do you find most appealing?