On your way to the witches' coven

You are not fully convinced that heading to a witches’ coven is really a good idea. In fact, it sounds more than just a little risky, as witches have an especially bad reputation even among monster girls for dealing with sinister forces and committing acts of evil, and willingly walking into the reach of a group of evil witches does not sound very smart. You still don’t know if you can trust the alraune, and even if you can, there is no guarantee that the witches will be willing to listen to or even talk to you, not to mention the strange idea of getting you a futa potion that Vemaho has brought up. To be honest, you are not even sure about the effects of such a potion, so you don’t know if you want it or not.

But the possibility of getting some sort of explanation for the monster girl’s strange behavior after smelling your feet is just too tempting. The entire situation is simply too weird and unlike any of the stories you have heard before embarking onto this quest of yours. Not even mentioning submitting to a human in the way Vemaho has seemingly done to you, the thought of monster girls talking to humans, even not immediately trying to push their smelly feet into their faces the instant they see a human is unheard of, at least within the stories you have heard as a child. You can’t make heads or tails of the way this monster girl has acted since getting a lick of your sweat during your fight, and any thought of potentially clearing this up is irresistible. Plus there is something in the way Vemaho looks at you with her huge green eyes, not menace or a twisted joy at the thought of seeing you in the fangs of a group of witches, but longing and, maybe, adoration? Or perhaps the disgustingly cheesy smell of her monster girl feet is getting to you. You shake your head to clear your thoughts, then tell Vemaho you want to go and see the witches after all.

“Oh great! It will be wonderful!”, she exclaims and claps her hands, jumping up enthusiastically before moving back towards her clearing. “The coven is this way, mistress”, she explains as you follow her with your horse on a leash, leaving behind her clearing and stepping deeper into the forest. “How long will it take until we get there?” You ask her, which makes her stop and turn back at you. “A few hours? A few days?”, she says with a puzzled look on her face. “I am not very good with distances.” Just as you want to groan and scold her she extends her hand and a vine descends from one of the surrounding trees. She closes her eyes for a bit and then opens them again before turning to you and answering: “Some birds say it will take about three days before we get to the coven, mistress.” You nod as an answer, only briefly wondering about a plant girl being able to talk to birds, but mentally shrug it off. You briefly consider getting onto your horse and riding there, but you don’t know the terrain or even the direction and it would probably just slow you down. “On foot it is then”, you say, which provokes a giggle from Vemaho. “I would love to be all over your feet right now, mistress.” “Maybe later”, you answer her.

Time goes by as you make your way through the lush forest. Luckily for you, the bushes and trees do not grow too close to each other, leaving enough space for you and your horse to traverse it fairly easily. It is still an exhausting walk though, and you start to sweat again, which draws an excited sound from Vemaho as it reaches her nose. “Mmmhhh, your smell is getting stronger again, mistress”, the alraune says and licks her lips in excitement, “I can hardly wait for when we rest so I can lick your sweaty pits again. I promise you will like it, I will give you a thorough tonguebath with just the right amount of pressure to make you feel really good.” She shudders in excitement at the thought. “Oh yes, mistress, may I suggest you keep your boots on for the entire journey? It will make your lovely feet smell nice and strong, and maybe that will help the witches identify just what it is that makes your feet so irresistible.”

“That might be a good idea”, you reply to her while wiping your forehead with your arm. The thought of wearing your boots for an entire three days makes you want a bath already, but she does have a point. Perhaps you might even catch a whiff of this curoius smell that made her so playfully submissive to you, to the point where she is even calling you mistress. “But no touching or smelling until the sun goes down. I want to make as much progress today as possible”, you tell her. Vemaho pouts at hearing your words, but nods and continues to lead the way.

The journey through the forest is an almost surreal event. Had someone told you that you would one day be traveling through a beautiful forest alongside an arguably equally beautiful monster girl, you would have admitted that it sounded possible. But that monster girl being friendly? Submissive? To you? Not once bringing up wanting you to smell her feet? But the other way around? Even patiently waiting to smell yours? That just doesn’t happen. They are the ones to subdue humans, not the other way around. You have a lot of time to think about this, as Vemaho shows you a path through the woods that you and your horse can take with ease. The alraune hums happily a few times, but stays quiet for the most time, allowing you to follow your thoughts freely. Her behavior makes you almost doubt that she is a monster girl, but every time the thought comes to you, you notice something inhuman about her like the green skin, the vinelike hair and most importantly the cheesy, vinegary footstench that surrounds her feet like a cloud of green miasma. The way the cheesy smell burns in your nose contrasts with the beauty of the surrounding nature in an almost painful way. You are grateful they do not smell like decay, as it would make the contrast even harder to bear.

As the sun goes down, Vemaho leads you onto a small clearing with a patch of dirt in the middle. The perfect position for a campfire, and you wonder for a moment if she prepared this spot. Nonetheless it is a good spot to set up camp for the night, which is exactly what you do. Vemaho makes an unhappy face as you light your campfire, but does not say anything. Her mood improves tremendously as she realizes she will get to smell and lick your armpits again, a thought that makes her cheeks flush with excitement. She is still patient, but you can see in her eyes that she will not want to wait for much longer.

“I am still wondering about those witches we are heading to. Can you tell me a bit more about them? For example, why are you so sure they will be willing to help me?” You ask her, trying to distract her from your armpits.

“Well, these witches have appeared about one hundred years ago? One hundred and twenty? Time is not so easy for an alraune since we are part plant. I was not yet fully formed at that point, so it became even more vague for me. When I became adult, they visited me and I have had contact with them once every decade or so. At the beginning there were three, now there are five of them, of different races. They like their privacy and rarely come out their coven, and I never had much of a reason to visit them. But they sought me out a couple times to ask for some specific herbs and flowers that I helped them grow, so they owe me a small favor. It should be enough to gain you your potion, and I hope you will make good use of it. Plus from what I’ve heard, all witches are curious and do research on all sorts of obscure topics. A human subduing a monster girl with her footsmell is certainly odd and rare, so it should arouse their interest”, Vemaho answers.

You did not expect such a lengthy speech from her, or one so honest. But as you ponder about her words you notice that she has slowly inched closer towards you, to the point where she is almost leaning onto you. Her face is flushed and dripping with sweat, and you can feel the heat her body radiates. That combined with the putrid stench she emits, her pungent body odor, the cheesy smell of her feet, combined with a sweet fragrance from her hair that mixes into the bad odors to make for a truly disgusting, cheesy-sweet mix of scents has you shaking uncomfortably. You start to sweat as you realize that if Vemaho decides to make you sniff her pits or feet now, you would be powerless to stop her. But she doesn’t.

“Mistress, the sun went down a few minutes ago. Would you allow me to smell your lovely pits now? Please, I want to lick them sooo bad”, she starts begging you, leaning onto you as you pull back in discomfort. “I’ve waited all day, as we walked I imagined you working up a sweat and soaking your pits and feet in it, ohh, your smell must’ve increased so much, I could almost smell it on the way”, she continues begging, “It made me want to throw you to the ground and just smell and lick you all over! Oh please mistress, let me lick your pits, I promise you’ll like it, I will make you feel so good, please, ple-“. “Ok, ok, calm down, Vemaho, I got it”, you say as you push her away slightly to sit upright again. “You may, but only if you behave.” She leans back and nods enthusiastically, eagerly awaiting your consent to finally get to her price, your smelly armpits.

You take off your shirt, noticing the wet patches around your armpits. Vemaho looks like she wants to grab the shirt straight out of your hands, but you look at her and wave her to stop, to which she complies unwillingly. You raise the fabric towards your face and timidly take a short whiff of your sweat. It smells gross, as sweaty fabric should, although you can hardly tell it apart from Vemaho’s stench that surrounds you. Vemaho looks on impatiently as you raise your arm and take a whiff of your pit. Normally the mere thought of doing this would make you feel repulsed and ashamed, but your curiosity gets the better of you as you really want to know just what it is that has the monster girl in front of you so enraptured. It even makes you take a second, longer smell of your sweaty armpit. Surely enough, it stinks of body odor. But still, it is only a ‘normal’ stench, completely expected if a human worked up a sweat for half a day. There is no specialty to it as far as you can tell, no unusual or unexpected aroma, just the smell of human body odor. Had you not met the squirming alraune in front of you, you would have accepted it as perfectly normal and gone to take a bath. But since you have and she is getting more and more impatient, you put down the shirt and nod at her to give your consent.

She makes a cute noise of joy and dives straight into your armpit, almost knocking you over with her eagerness to get to the curious smell and taste she desires. First she takes several long sniffs of your pit, filling her nose with the smell of your body, before really diving in with her tongue. The way she licks is notably different from the first time you experienced someone licking your armpits. That time it has been messy, during your fight, where both of you have wrestled for control, you fighting for your freedom and she wanting to subdue you. Her licking has been sloppy, rushed, aimed to distract and throw you off as you have had her in a headlock, and only has become eager for a short time as the special taste of yours got to her. But even then, it has been short-lived as she has switched to smelling your feet very quickly. Now Vemaho takes her time, licking with eagerness, not only trying to get the best taste of you, but trying to make you feel good. And you have to admit it does feel good. Vemaho really knows how to lick, she proved that earlier with your feet, and it feels just as pleasant now.

You briefly wonder how a monster girl like her knows how to lick feet and armpits, since they normally were the ones getting licked by their human slaves, but you figure these strange creatures enjoy it so much they even lick each other in order to satisfy their urges. Either way, it’s no use to think too much about it, so you just accept and try to enjoy it. The alraune’s naked body presses against yours and leaves wet patches of sweat on your skin, and the horrible stench of her body, especially her feet, is just as bad as ever, overpowering your own body odor by a great degree and making you feel lightheaded, but you lean your head back on the ground and try to concentrate on the feeling of her tongue as she plasters your armpit with kisses and long full-tongue licks, swirls and tonguelashes. Occasionally she rolls over you to switch to the other pit, soaking you in even more sweat in the process. You really need a bath tomorrow, you think and yawn. After what you assume to be half an hour, she shudders, rolls to the side with a satisfied sigh and murmurs: “Thank you, mistress, that was wonderful…”. You glance at her and notice she nodded off just like that. Her green skin shines with sweat in the flickering firelight, her breasts exposed to the world, her nipples hard and her legs wet with arousal. You shake your head and smile just a bit, taking in the strangely beautiful sight, before flinching at an especially cheesy burst of footstench. Sighing, you place one of your spare blankets over her and bring a bit of distance between the two of you to get away from her horrible stench, then lie down as well. It takes just a few minutes for you to fall asleep, human and monster, peacefully sleeping on opposite sides of a slowly diminishing campfire…