Barely, but you do

One has to admit that the odds in this battle are stacked against you. The alraune is most likely a lot more experienced at subduing her prey than you are at fighting, in her familiar surroundings and should clearly know the weaknesses of humans, especially those who like sweaty and smelly feet. You on the other hand are inexperienced and in fear of getting enslaved by her foot stench – although that thought strangely loses more of its horror the longer you stand there. To top it off, there is still the plant’s cheesy-sweet pheromones surrounding you, turning you increasingly more docile and willing to submit to her smelly monster girl feet. However, you are not willing to surrender just yet as you still have your great goal in mind: Fight back the monsters that enslave more and more humans with their disgusting feet.

And you have two advantages of your own.

The first one is a bottle you have filled with water from the last river you came by and have conveniently strapped to your belt. You have drunk most of it during your ride, bit there is still a small amount left in there – enough to pour over your face. The cold water clears your thoughts and steels your resolve again – you have a goal, and you are not going to give up on it this easily.

The second one is your weapon, a short sword, somewhat ragged and of poor quality, but quite strong and, most importantly, very sharp, as you have sharpened it just last night before resting. Sharp edges are always a reliable means of convincing others, and especially effective against plants. Which is why you do not fully panic as thin vines shoot out from your surroundings to entangle you, instead slashing at them to keep your hands and legs free from the obstructing plants. Unfortunately, the alraune takes the time to close the gap between the two of you, and upon feeling you cut through her vines, she hisses angrily and leaps at you, pushing both of you to the ground in an entangled mess. Unfortunately for you, she ends up on top of you, and even worse, your hands lose the grip of your sword handle, as they have become wet with sweat from fear and adrenaline. The weight of the monster girl pressed onto you, combined with the pungent, cheesy, yet strangely enticing smell from her body, make for a dangerous position.

“Hehehe, got you”, the alraune giggles menacingly. “Now, what to do with my new pet? You made me very upset by cutting my cute groper vines. How should I punish you for that?” The alraune giggles again. “Oh I know, by having you chew on my dirty sweaty pit hairs! I haven’t had anyone lick me there in weeks, so they smell deliciously strong and cheesy! And think of all the dirt and grime you get to eat! That might be more of a reward for you, won’t it, my sweet pet? Do a good enough job and I might let yoooooouuu…”

Her rant is cut off as you focus your strength and flip the monster girl around. Now you are on top of her, but unlike her, you waste no time taunting her, instead smacking her face once and then pulling yourself up and pressing your exposed armpit onto her face. “How do you like that, you little beast?”, you say as you try to smother her with your armpit. “I have something even better for you”, you add as you feel her tongue starting to lick your pits, slowly at first, perhaps trying to throw you off guard by the feeling of soft, wet monster tongue on your pit, but getting more willing as she realizes your pits have become sweaty from your fight. Meanwhile you try to reach towards your boot to loosen it and free your own foot to give the girl, who is now licking your pit with vigor, something else to smell. It’s not easy to pull off a boot with one hand, especially while in the awkwardly crouched position you are in, but you notice that the alraune is not really fighting back anymore. Eventually your hold on her head loosens from trying to get your boot off, but the alraune does not try to catch you with her own smell anymore.

“Let me help you with that”, she says in a sweet tone, completely without menace. You wonder if this is a trick or if you really broke her with just a bit of your sweat. You considered yourself fairly clean your entire life and surely your odor could not compare to the stench of monster girls they were infamous for after all. But nothing happens except for the girl pulling on your boot with both her hands, eventually getting it off your bare foot and diving straight down onto it nose first, taking long sniffs that you can feel on your soles. In between breathing she sighs happily, which makes the situation even more suspicious. She really enjoys your foot smell? Surely that must be a ruse. Your feet were trapped in the leather boots for a while and became sweaty from the fight, so other humans might call them smelly, but how can they compare to the awful stench that surrounds the other girl’s feet? The cheesy, vinegary stench is almost visible in the air, burns your nose and leaves a bitter taste on your tongue from breathing it in, so how can your feet impress the other girl so much?

“Mmmhhh”, she moans after a short while and comes up, “what is this wonderful smell?”, she almost pants, flushed with excitement, while you continue to try to ignore the awful stench her feet give off. “It’s nothing like I have ever smelled… a bit salty, a bit cheesy, but something else entirely… I want more!”, she exclaims and dives back in. You are even more confused than before. Are you dreaming? Did the pheromones the alraune released finally get to you? You pinch yourself in the arm and flinch from the pain. The monster girl hardly reacts and keeps smelling your foot, enjoying a smell you cannot comprehend or even smell yourself as it is overpowered by the cheesy footstench the alraune is emitting.

You don’t trust the peace, even though the monster girl seems totally enraptured by your foot. She remains in an uncomfortably looking crouched position, entirely focused on smelling you. You wait for a few minutes, awaiting her revealing her act and trying to **** you again, but it does not happen. Eventually you shift into a more comfortable sitting position, leaning your back against a tree. The cheesy stench is still burning in your nose, but the hard tree bark calms you down as you decide your next action. You see your sword in arm’s reach and lean over to grab it. The monster girl seems to notice, but does not react, even as you raise it and point at her. You place it down again and ponder for a minute, then decide on taking off your other boot as well. The alraune jumps as you reach for your bootstraps, only to grab it with both hands, ripping the straps almost in half. She then pulls off your boot and pushes her nose into it, taking a deep inhale of leather enhanced foot smell and moaning before diving straight for your feet and smelling them together, seemingly forgetting her surroundings. At first you are still nervous, ready to fight back at any time should she decide to drop her act, but she doesn’t. Eventually you relax, try to ignore the gagging stench of her feet and wait while she continues to smell your feet. As your adrenaline wears off, you start to get tired and eventually nod off.