Interlude: Take Off the Mask

The witch Tamaria stands in front of the farmstead and watches as the human woman Anastasya and the alraune Vemaho leave the clearing and head into the forest. The tall woman, clad in a slightly loose, burgundy-coloured robe that reaches down towards her heavy, dirty leather boots, watches as the human girl looks back towards her one more time, and waves. She then looks on as the two women disappear into the forest, back into the outside world where they will not be able to see anything inside the magical array that hides the farmstead from prying eyes and unwanted visitors.

As soon as the two women disappear from her sight, the friendly smile on her face turns into a look of disgust as the witch furiously pulls the robe over her head. It evidently goes to slow for her, though, and after a moment of furiously pulling, she tears the fabric entirely, sheds off the remaining rags and reveals her undergarments. Being a witch, they consist of a tight, black leather corset that shows off her sizeable breasts and skin-tight, crotch-less black leather pants that reveal her large, semi-erect futa cock, muddy green as the rest of her body, dirty and smelly and very large. Immediately, a visible cloud of greenish miasma rises from her crotch, smelling heavily of unwashed dick, sweat, rotten cum and pussy juices. The witch lifts her dirty cock with her hand and directs the stench towards her face, then takes a deep breath of the horrible miasma and smiles in perverse delight.

As her cock rises to its full, massive glory, she turns towards the sock elemental standing next to her and kisses her hard, sucking one of the dirty, cheesy, age-old socks into her mouth and slathering it in her slimy saliva, trying to extract as much grime and cheesy dirt from the sock as possible. The sock elemental, sensing what her mistress wants, moves her sock like a tongue and tries to present her with bigger spots of dirt and stink. After more than two minutes of violent snogging, Tamaria pulls away, then sucks up the strand of saliva connecting her to the sock girl with obvious pleasure. The taste causes her to orgasm, her cock spewing a couple of strong ropes of yellow, slimy, stinky cum into her left hand. Scraping off some darkish yellowy dickcheese with her nails, she brings her hand towards her face and smells the combination of disgusting substances, then lets out a happy sigh.

“Feels good to let it out again, doesn’t it?”, a voice from behind wakes her from her stink-induced trance. Zaimela and Orellanna, two other witches, come out of the house and join Tamaria. Both are naked. Zaimela, the nymphomaniac dryad-witch hybrid, masturbates with a wooden dildo as thick as her wrist. Her dark-green face is flushed and sweaty, as is her body, and her bare feet reek heavily of sweat and sex. Orellanna the banshee witch looks as elusive as always, but her eyes shine with a barely supressed lust as she folds her arms over her huge, sweaty breasts.

“Feels so good, sister”, Tamaria answers and pulls the younger witch in for a steaming hot kiss. “You smell quite well yourself, today. Now that the pathetic mongrel has left, we can finally be ourselves again.” Zaimela pushes back with her tongue and rubs her sweaty body against her sister, getting some of her sweaty musk onto the other’s body. The older witch moans approvingly, pulls the banshee towards her with her left hand and starts groping her cold, sweaty breasts.

“Tell me again, sisters”, she says between steaming French kisses while her hands grope and fondle the other witches’ breasts, “Why were we so friendly with the little pussy tease? Why did we not tie her down and feed her our toejam until she breaks from all the stink-induced orgasms and then sell her to an insect girl hive as a breeding ****? Why did we have to hide our wonderful stench just for a pathetic, weak-smelling human? It’s not like there are countless others of them all over the lands, so why would we act all nice and friendly with her?” All of this comes out in between licks, kisses and moans as the other two fondle her breasts and her massive rod.

“You should know by now, sister”, a fourth voice, this one old and gravely, sounds from the back and the coven mother, Edmortia the Putrid, steps out into the sun. Her overly large nose, the zits and her massive, sagging breasts are very untypical for monster girls who normally remain exceptionally beautiful even in old age. A cloud of smoke surrounds her as she takes a drag of her long-stemmed pipe and inhales the foul-smelling fog with pleasure. “We have told you at least twice every day now. That little waif has some connection with our goddess. You smelled it yourself, did you not?”

Tamaria nods angrily and squeezes her sister’s breasts hard, making the younger witch yelp in surprise. “I know, mother”, she snaps at the older witch, “But we had several of these over the last decades. What is so special about her? She is so plain and ordinary I would not even let her lick my feet if I were paid for it.” This causes the other witches to laugh. “Please, sister”, Zaimela says between giggles, “We all know you will let everyone lick your feet if they smell even remotely sweaty or cheesy.”

Just as Tamaria wants to argue back, Orellanna intercedes. “Sister, you seem to have forgotten the dreams”, she says in a quiet, almost otherworldly voice that is barely hearable, but all the witches immediately fall silent and listen. “Not only did I dream of her, but she also dreamed. I could feel it. She dreamed about our goddess; she was there. Her blessing is starting to awaken. She is the one we have been waiting for. Have patience, sister.”

Edmortia nods and blows out another cloud of horribly smelling smoke. “And if Orellannas dreams are not convincing enough”, she continues with biting sarcasm, “Remember that our potion worked on her, and not just normally. It was a stronger reaction than most other monster girls have ever had in response to a futa potion. This alone should tell you clearly that she has both a very strong connection to our goddess, stronger than most monster girls”, she stops briefly and shoots another glance at the complaining witch, “and very high potential. If she is nurtured well, the little child will grow up into a fabulous monster girl, possibly even into a monster queen. When have we last seen even a monster girl with potential as high as her?”

Tamaria lets go of her sister’s boobs and sneers. “Well, that’s all true, mother”, she replies and crosses her arms. “But I still don’t get why we didn’t just tie her up and **** the potion down her throat.” Zaimela rolls her eyes and replies: “Oh, come on, sister, you are just upset because you had to play cock-shaping in the mirror with her until she finally warmed up to having a cock of her own.” She licks her lips and moans, then continues: “Took her long enough, I have to admit, and the result is still so human. Way too bare and clean for my standards.”

“I didn’t know you had standards when it comes to cocks, sister”, Orellanna replies with a touch of irony that is quite rare for the normally very reserved banshee hybrid. All the other witches break out in laughter, even Zaimela, who nods and holds up the dildo covered in her pussy juices. “Yes, sister, I do. It needs to be larger than my finger, have a noticeable smell and spew cum. If it meets these criteria, I will fuck it.”

The witches shake their heads, but smile, knowing their nymphomaniac sister well enough. “Speaking of fucking”, the dryad hybrid licks her lips and looks at her sisters with a look of wanton desire, “I am gushing wet already and really need a good stinky filling. How about we stop this chit chat and finally move on to some nice stinky fucking?” Her wanton voice makes Tamarias cock rise again and even the coven mother’s loose black robe rises visibly at her crotch region, revealing her as a futa as well. The older witch sighs, then says: “Fine, you little slut. I am quite horny myself. Let us go back inside. I’m going to pump you so full it’ll leak out of you for a week”, and shoots her sister a look of aggressive desire, to which the other witch moans and winks invitingly.

“Well, sisters, are you not forgetting something?”, the coven mother intercedes and licks her thin, dark purple lips. “Surely you two young ones do not intend to remain in your sealed state, do you?” She raises one of her feet and shows off the boot, a heavy piece with thick soles and a mean ass-kicker tip, crusted in mud, dried sperm and other disgusting muck. “It has been a full four days of us wearing the seal that prevents our foot stench from leaking out. I wonder what delicious heights our smells might have reached by now?”

All the witches cheer and rush into the living room and into the magic circle. “I can’t wait to be free from this stupid restriction again”, Zaimela exclaims and rubs her bare, dirty soles as she gets into position for the ritual. “It feels so wrong to not be able to let out all the wonderful aromas of our feet and armpits! Mmmhh, what delicious heights might our stinks have reached? Let’s have a stinky orgy immediately, sisters!”

“With pleasure, sister”, Edmortia replies and takes off her robe to reveal her thick, muddy green and very dirty body. “Such a shame Caillinn is still away. The little footslut would love this. Unfortunately, someone must contact the nobles about the human girl. Well, it is her loss. Time to start.” All the witches raise their hands and chant in a strange, ominous language and soon their feet start to glow purple and then release their full stench again.

Immediately, the room becomes a **** zone for every living being other than monster girls. The coven mother gives off a horrible stench of rotten milk and boiling vinegar worthy of her self-proclaimed title ‘the Putrid’, amplified by her grimy body odour and especially the stench of her large, misshaped cock that is dripping yellowish-brown dick cheese and greenish precum. Similarly, Tamarias smell has a hefty amount of dirty dick in it, overpowered by an earthy musk as she takes off her boots and reveals her overly large, pretty feet covered in steaming toejam. Zaimela smells more like dirty pussy than dirty dick, a fishy stench accompanied by the smell of rotten leaves and swamps, very strange for dirty feet, but fitting of her heritage. Lastly, Orellanna releases the depressing smell of rotten and decaying flesh, mostly from her hair and body, and a putrid corpse smell from her feet.

Any one of these would cause a human to lose consciousness and become easy prey for the monster girls. For them, however, it is a heavenly aroma, one that makes them happy and horny. The two futas are rock hard and dripping pre, and the two women are dripping wet. Even the ethereal and otherworldly banshee hybrid gives in to mindless lust upon smelling the combined stenches, and the room descends into a massive, stink-filled orgy in no time. As noses sniff feet and dirty cocks fill sticky pussies, all thoughts about the human girl who just left them are soon forgotten.

Neither you nor your companion know about what happened after you left the witches’ coven. Vemaho leads you through the lush forest again, this time in the other direction, back towards the road where you originally met her. Occasionally she talks in her sweet, bubbly voice and teases you with stories about her sexual escapades and foot worship. You reply when she directly talks to you, but most of the time she just talks for herself, giving you enough time to try and gather the courage to do what the witch, who was so uncharacteristically friendly to you, has encouraged you to do: Fuck the alraune girl.

It is surprising how long it takes to admit that you want to sleep with her, and how much longer to muster the courage after you finally have made your decision. It takes you until sunset, but when your travel companion leads you into the same cave you have rested in on the way towards the coven, you think you are finally ready to do the deed. You are going to sleep with her, you are going to be the best she has ever had, you are going to be so good that she will never even think about betraying you again. There is only one question remaining: How on earth are you going to start the whole thing?