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A soft, wet feeling on your toes wakes you up after what you assume to be only a few minutes. You bolt awake, grabbing your sword and trying to get a hold of your situation, only to hear a surprised yelp as the girl that was kneeling before you gets pushed backwards and lands on her butt. It was her tongue that woke you up, you realize as she mewls and starts to crawl towards you again. “Aww please mistress, let me taste your delicious feet”, she begs with a purr that all but makes your ears melt. “I just want a taste of them, after smelling this amazing smell I reeeally want a taste, I need it! Oh please mistress, let me lick your feet, I promise I will make you feel good. Pretty please?” She begs with a sweet face. You notice her cheeks are flushed and by the way she puts her hands together and begs, it looks like she does not only want to lick your feet, but wants your approval to do it. You are stunned by this sudden and complete change in behavior, just half an hour ago she wanted to enslave you and turn you into a footlicker, forever trapped beneath her disgusting monster feet, and now she wants to lick your feet? And begs for it in this fashion? You slowly lean back against the tree, almost awaiting her to pounce you and press her feet against your face, but she remains kneeling in front of you, hands together in a begging notion. You really don’t know what to do now, so you take your time and watch her closely for the first time.

Now that you see her up close like this, without her trying to make you submit to her cheesy feet, you notice the girl is quite a beauty. She is naked except for a small loincloth and a few vines, proudly displaying her perky breasts and flat belly. Her skin is a pretty leaf green, with darker shades around her arms. Her face is surrounded by a grimy mess of hairlike vines, which makes you briefly wonder how plants can get greasy and dirty, and looks young and sweet as nectar. Full, cherry red lips, a slender nose and forest green eyes, a bit darker as her skin tone, at the moment open and staring at you, longing for your approval. In stark contrast to her greasy hair, her face looks like it was washed only minutes ago, save for a bit of sweat that shines on her forehead. You meet her eyes for a moment, then quickly shift them away as to not provoke her.

“Umm ok I guess…”, you slowly say and are interrupted by a noise of joy as the alraune dives head first onto your feet. She picks them up carefully with her slender fingers and gives them a sniff, then almost lovingly opens her mouth and begins licking them. She makes quite an effort, switching between short, teasing tongue lashes and long full tongue licks along the entire sole of your sweaty feet, going in between your toes and showering every one with kisses, then going down to the heel and start anew. Any time you think she must now tire of you, she switches her technique, going to a different part of your foot or switching over to the other one as to make sure she catches all of the different nuances of foot flavor you can offer. The sight of her licking with such vigor is almost sexual and makes you a bit uncomfortable as you can still see her breasts, unobstructed by her vine hair, and even peek down her loincloth to see her honeypot, flushed with excitement of her own, almost dripping down to the ground. She is really that turned on by the taste and smell of your feet?

The thought clears your head a bit as you once again try to comprehend a situation so alien to your expectations that you can’t make heads or tails of it. When you embarked on this quest of yours you thought you would be fighting a heroic battle against sinister beasts, monstrous, remorseless creatures that take delight in making humans suffer under their feet, but the girl you met is stunningly beautiful. Sure, her feet so disgustingly smelly that they make your eyes tear up, but you start getting used to it, possibly even enjoying it just a little bit. Yet it is undeniable that the monster girl that only a short while ago was all too eager to make you submit to her smelly monster girl feet and turn you into her **** is now submitting to your feet. You shake your head about this and watch her lick your feet for a while longer. Eventually she takes one last long lick of your sole, then leans back and lets out a satisfied sigh.

“Aaahhhh, that was sooo good”, she moans and lies on her back. “Thank you for allowing me to lick your feet, mistress. Soo delicious, I’ve never tasted anything like it. Please allow me a moment before I will lead you to the witches’ coven for your potion. Or perhaps you want me to service you some more?”

“Wait a minute”, you interrupt her. “Why are you calling me mistress all of a sudden? And what is wrong with my feet that you like them so much? I’m a human and I never had smelly or sweaty feet, at least not more than any other humans, so why? And what do you mean by witches’ coven and potion? Can you please explain?”

“Oh dear”, the alraune answers and giggles. “Where should I start? I call you my mistress because I want to serve you. I don’t know anything about you, I don’t even know your name, but I do know that your feet are the most delicious I’ve ever smelled or licked. I have smelled quite a few, I have even met one of the six monster queens once and caught a good whiff of her feet. Ohh, I can still smell that incredibly strong cheesy stench so clearly, which is why I decided to try and make my feet smell more cheesy to follow her. But mistresses feet are something else, something I’ve never smelled before and I wish to smell for the rest of my life. So mistress is now my mistress.”

“My name is Anastasya”, you answer, a bit confused by her surprisingly clear answer. “And I’m still not convinced by that.” “Pleased to meet you, mistress Anastasya”, the alraune replies. “My name is Vemaho. I am an ivy alraune. And about why your feet smell so amazing, I have no idea. Mistress is right in that they don’t smell strong, but your feet do have a smell, and it is unlike anything I’ve smelled before, and for some reason I can’t get enough of it. I wonder what would happen if mistress decided to cultivate your smell into a proper stench. Wearing your boots for a couple days without bathing, working out to make them sweat a lot and then let then marinate in there… ohh… I’m getting excited by the thought…”, she gets lost in the thought and squirms as if she was uncomfortable.

“Hey”, you call at her, alarmed by her words. “Stay focused and answer my questions, then you can maybe smell them a bit more”, you tell her as you stand up and start to look for your boots that were thrown to the side. You find them and slip them on. The monster girl, Vemaho, you remind yourself, looks a bit upset, but sits upright and watches you. Her arousal seems to have worn off a little, so as you watch her you notice little details that throw your thoughts off again, like the drips of sweat flowing down her arms, starting in her wet pits, or the drips on her nipples that sparkle in a stray ray of sunlight… Not to mention the cloud of noxious foot odors, cheesy and salty with an underlying tone of vinegar, that makes your nose burn, but is also strangely intriguing. You shake your head and try to focus again, then ask her: “ So you mentioned a witches’ coven before. What’s going on with that?”

“Well, mistress, if you remember before our little fight, when I was trying to seduce you into becoming my footslave, you told me that you’d make me submit to your feet instead. I said I would take you to a witches’ coven and help you get a futa potion if you really managed to make me lick your feet. To be honest, I was not planning on really taking you there, but I also never thought that any human could actually make me lick their feet in the first place”, Vemaho admits and stands up herself. Her hair falls over her breasts, the grimy vines soaking up the sweat, but also hiding her nipples from your sight. Combined with her loincloth falling into place, she is almost decent, which is more distracting than her casual nudity and open display of sexuality before. “But now that I’ve smelled your strangely wonderful feet, I am willing to hold my word and take you there to get you a potion. I hope to get to smell some more of your amazing feet while we are on the way, possibly when the smell is a bit stronger from a day of walking in those leather boots.”

“Oh, right”, you answer her, feeling a bit unsure about this. You may have subdued one lone alraune, more or less with pure luck, but a coven surely consists of more than one, and witches most likely had a lot more tricks up their sleeves than an alraune who relied on pheromones and a few ivy vines to catch her prey. Going there alone sounded like a way of ending your journey more than anything else. But then again, witches’ coven usually meant obscure knowledge, and maybe they would know something about your seemingly irresistible footsmell – irresistible for this oddball of a monster girl in front of you at least, you think as you look at her and try to decide what your next steps should be. “Before that, I have to ask, Vemaho, do you know what happened to my horse? All my luggage is with it, as well as all of my rations and I need those things”, you say. “I think it’s not far away”, she answers and extends her hand towards a vine. “Yes”, she continues after touching it and seemingly communicating with it, “it’s only a few steps away to that direction”.

You walk towards the direction she points at, and really find your horse after a few minutes, peacefully resting on a little clearing between the trees. A few bushes were obstructing your view, otherwise you could have spotted it from Vemaho’s clearing. You sigh in relief as you approach it, not having to worry about rations and the rest of your luggage anymore. Now it was time to decide on your next steps. The witches’ coven could be a potential source of information, but you are a bit nervous at the thought of meeting with a group of monster girls, and witches to boot. Also, you are still not sure if you can trust the alraune. She might still be scheming something, despite seeming willing to help you and answering your questions honestly earlier. On the other hand, you can’t say you have any better plans and are curious about your seemingly enchanting feet. Perhaps they might really know something and would be willing to share it with you.

So? What will your next action be?