"Going Native," part 17

The next morning, Maggie awoke from a tangle of limbs and resolved to wash the semen and vaginal fluid cakes all over her body.  She had had her first orgy the night before, and while she was eager to continue to explore her her status as a full-fledged Tineri woman, she had to clean up first.  Alone, she embarked for the brook.

"Going Native" - Michaela Wain transformation

"Going Native" - Candice Swanepoel transformation

"Going Native," part 16

Maggie could feel her entire body changing under the mud, a very disorienting process.  She could also feel the hands of her fellow Tineri all over her.  That, along with the noise outside, reassured Maggie that she at least was surrounded by friends, but she knew she had to undergo this ordeal alone.  

"Going Native," part 15

The three Tineri returned home, having collected the necessary provisions.  As they entered the clearing, N’krzi yelled, “RIPRASHA TONIGHT!”  The rest of the tribe, who had been sitting in their huts or around the clearing, perked up.  

“Is she ready?” M’li asked.

N’krzi looked Maggie up and down, like a cat sizing up a mouse.  “Yes, she’s ready.”

"Going Native," part 14

Maggie clung to N’krzi’s side for the next few weeks.  There was a noticeable thaw in their relationship.

He watched with pride as she underwent the last of her preparations for riprasha.  The small rod traversing her nostrils were systematically replaced with larger ones, until her petite nose was warped enough to accommodate the large metal cylinder she desired.  Likewise, the tiny metal stick in her septum eventually became a huge clicker.  In time, it would weigh down the cartilage between her nostrils, giving her an even more exotic look, but for now, she’d have to settle for the constant, reassuring feeling of metal on her upper lip.  She would forever be cursed with tiny nostrils and small pointy nose, but Maggie did what she could with it.

"Going Native," part 13

The ensuing weeks saw a revitalized Maggie eager - almost impatient - to become a full-fledged Tineri.  Daily consumption of riprasha drink made assimilation deeply desirable and, in fact, inevitable.  Eager to make her piercings permanent, she tugged on the needles as much as she could tolerate to try to make the holes bigger.  As soon as she could, she switched to the largest gauge rods she could, and the process repeated.  The gold chain bracelet and necklace she had been wearing - gifts from a past boyfriend - were repurposed as chains tying her nose jewelry to her earrings.