The return trip took a different path. Maggie walked in silence, pondering the events of the day. Was that really her old friend Juliana at the resort? How could it have been? How long had Maggie been with the Tineri anyway? And what exactly did M’li mean when she talked about “being ready” for riprasha?
“We’re here,” M’li announced as she brought Maggie to a clearing. A large deciduous tree loomed in the middle, with bushes and herbs growing on the outskirts.
“Wait here,” M’li commanded. Running to a nearby bush, M’li grabbed a handful of leaves. She chewed them for a minute, then handed the cud to Maggie. “Eat this.”
“What is it?”
“It’s ty’kio leaves. You’ll like them.”
Maggie suppressed her apprehension and did as M’li suggested. Chewing the leaves herself, she noticed a strong stickiness seeping from the mass. A minute later, her head lifted. She was stoned. After standing there stupefied for a moment, Maggie was eased to a seated position by M’li.
“They saw that ty’kio can let you see the future.”
Maggie kept chewing. The stickiness was having another effect on her - it was making her insanely horny.
“Oh my fucking God, M’li! I need you right now!”
“Yeah, they also say that ty’kio does that…” M’li responded with a smile. She lay down atop Maggie, and the Tineri women made out with vigor. M’li ran her long toenails up and down Maggie’s leg, and M’li’s nipple rings became lightly entangled with the rods running through Maggie’s tits. Before long, Maggie was panting.
“Let’s try something else,” M’li said. She turned and kneeled face down, on all fours, lifting the back flap of her loincloth and presenting her ass to Maggie.
Maggie needed no further instruction and, in a fit of passion, buried her face between M’li’s chocolate ass cheeks. Her face was enveloped by M’li’s ample rear, the cheeks pulling her into the chasm. There was no smell. The taste was slightly bitter and salty at first, then it tasted like nothing. With her tongue, she soon found M’li’s bud and licked with zeal. Her right hand reached between M’li’s legs to touch her clit. Her left hand was soon furiously rubbing her own clit.
“Shit, that’s so good… I was wondering what it felt like… to have your ass eaten out … by a white girl…” M’li pontificated between moans.
This was a gorgeous ass. There was a time when Maggie would have felt badly for someone with an ass this size - how could they fit into Dolce & Gabbana jeans? - but now, she would kill for a butt like this. Her own ass remained pale, skinny, inadequate, and unloved beneath her loincloth.
There was also a time when the butt was totally off-limits during sex. More than one boyfriend had pressured her to grant them access to her ass, but that was a redline. Of course, she used to be straight. Now, she saw what they were after. She gently penetrated M’li’s asshole with her tongue, to a sharp intake by M’li, while pressing her right thumb between M’li’s folds. Seconds later, she was simultaneously massaging M’li’s clit and G-spot while feeling around inside her anus with her tongue. Maggie was in heaven.
So was M’li. Glottal noises rang out as she came on Maggie’s fingers and tongue. Salad tossing would definitely be added to the nightly routine.
Satisfied, she eased Maggie back to let her get herself off, too. M’li offered Maggie a foot to worship while she masturbated, and Maggie, with her foot fetish, gratefully took her up on the offer. Her tongue swirled between the dusty toes and rings as she gazed longingly at her lover, sitting before her, and desperately fingered herself. Soon, she, too, came - her first orgasm as a Tineri - proclaimed to the world with a piercing scream.
“Lie back, love, and relax,” M’li told her friend as she stroked the long, blonde locks. “The ty’kio will really kick in now.”
M’li was absolutely correct. Maggie’s stoned state deepened, and she started to have visions.
She was on a bed. Her bed, from her apartment. She saw jeans and sneakers. They were on her legs? That was awful - she quickly kicked off the sneakers and pulled off the jeans and socks, revealing unbearably pale legs and feet completely bereft of jewelry.
“What are you doing, weirdo?”
Maggie answered in the clicks and hums that made up the Tineri language before realizing she should answer in English.
“Who--?”
Maggie saw that her old friend Juliana was on the other side of the bed, also wearing jeans and sneakers, her blonde hair falling to either side of her face.
“I’m asking you why you’re stripping in front of me, you freak?” Juliana asked. She was clearly joking with an old friend. However, this old friend was not amused. Maggie was Tineri now - she couldn’t dress like this any more.
“Shut up, white bitch,” Maggie heard herself say. “I’m a Tineri woman.”
Suddenly, the setting changed. Now, the girls were in M’li’s hut, on the pile of hay they used as a bed. Thankfully, Maggie’s attire had changed as well. She was now resplendent in her loincloth, though her body was still pale and unadorned.
She grabbed a nearby bowl of riprasha drink and handed it to Juliana, who was looking like a sumptuous J. Crew model. Juliana drank from the bowl, and Maggie watched all hesitation fade from her friend’s face.
“Tineri women are the most beautiful women in the world,” Maggie said.
“...yes…” Juliana agreed, the shame of not being Tineri registering.
“We have the most beautiful feet,” Maggie declared, handing Juliana a pale foot. “You may worship my foot.”
Juliana opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue before maneuvering the sole over it. The slow lick across Maggie’s sole culminated in Juliana inserting the big toe in her mouth. She sucked on it for a moment before removing it to concentrate on other toes, but, upon removal, the big toe was different - it now had the long toenail and band of rings favored by the Tineri women. Subsequent toes also emerged from Juliana’s mouth altered in this way, until Maggie’s toes bore all the accoutrements a Tineri woman’s toes should.
In addition, as the girl worshipped Maggie’s foot, the feet and legs darkened considerably. Each lick, each suck resulted in Maggie’s skin adopting a pigment a shade or two darker. Her feet widened at the same time. By the time Juliana had finished worshipping both feet, Maggie’s legs and feet resembled those she was now used to.
Watching the transformation occur was itself highly erotic. But, to Maggie, watching her friend - her stunning, white friend - succumb to the Tineri’s charms, as Maggie had done herself, was too much.
She needed Juliana to eat her pussy. And so, as M’li had done to her (months?) earlier, she removed her feet from her friend’s hungry maw and used the darkened, bejeweled feet to guide Juliana’s face between her legs. Juliana’s tongue touched Maggie’s clit. Moaning loudly, Maggie grabbed the huge nipple ring she discovered lodged in her left nipple. As her breathing became more and more heated, Maggie noticed her skin continue to darken. A nice tan turned into a dark olive complexion turned into, at last, smooth, creamy ebony skin. The nipple Maggie tugged grew and, all of a sudden, was attached to amazing, flopping tits.
“Yeah, white girl, eat my cunt,” Maggie told her friend, right before she passed out.
She awoke at the foot of the tree. M’li was sitting beside her, waiting for her to wake up.
Maggie looked at her legs. Disappointed, she noticed that they were white, albeit nicely bronzen.
“Let’s go back to camp,” Maggie said. “I want to get ready for riprasha.”
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