Witches smelling human feet? Surely a ruse... right?

How did you end up in this situation, you wonder as you watch the witch walking towards the farmstead. Are you really about to enter a house inhabited by a witches’ coven? Witches who have disgusting, smelly feet and a nasty reputation of making humans smell them, witches you still can’t trust, even though the witch you were talking to seemed strangely friendly. You just can’t imagine them being friendly to you, for the sole reason that you are a human and all monster girls want to make humans smell their stinky feet. Yet you have come this far already and declining the open invitation might upset them and destroy all chances of getting out of this without a dose of smelly monster girl feet.

Vemaho makes the decision for you as she pushes you gently and says: “Come on, mistress, Tamaria invited you in, this is a rare opportunity! I’ve never had the chance to see the inside of their coven before! Just think about what amazing smells await us, we might even get to smell their feet a bit! And even if we don’t, the coven mother has a lot of experience with foot smells, she knows all sorts of stinks from all kinds of monster girls, so if anyone knows what your amazing smell might be or why it’s so irresistible, it’s her! Do you want to pass up on this? Come on, let’s go already!”

Having to smell the disgusting feet of witch monsters sounds very off-putting, but Vemaho insists by pushing you forward a bit more so you take a few steps towards the witch who is still standing at the door to the farmstead. You sigh and close the short distance, bracing yourself for what surely has to be an insanely strong stink, judging from the god-awful stench that lay over the whole clearing when you arrived. Although the constant praise for the witches’ stinky feet has you just a bit curious, but you would never admit to that, of course. The witch smiles at you encouragingly, now seeming entirely more beautiful, despite her crooked nose, sickly green skin color and claw-like hands, and holds open the door for you. Nervous, but also filled with anticipation, you step in.

The corridor you find yourself in is dark and smells strongly of shoe leather and cheesy feet, but also of garlic and cooked food, a combination that works strangely well. Luckily, the unnatural stink Vemaho called the “smell of magic gone wrong” is all but cleared up. You take a moment to get used to the darker corridor and consider taking off your boots, but decide against it. The floor is grimy and dirty and you don’t want to step barefooted into that, plus you want to keep your feet inside your boots for the best effect. The witch waits patiently for you to step into the house and chuckles as she sees you taking careful sniffs of the air, then closes the door and follows after you and says: “The door on the right.” You notice two doors on your left side and one on the right, plus a staircase in front that leads to the upper floors of the farmstead as well as the cellar. The door on the right is open, so you slowly approach it and step into what you assume to be the living room.

The first thing you notice about the spacious room is the enormous cauldron that hangs over a fireplace you assume is connected to the stone chimney you saw from the outside. A small fire is lit under it, but the cauldron itself is empty. Two large windows are opened and you can see the herb garden and the barn where the toegunk golem is still chopping wood. A table and several chairs made from dark, polished wood complete the image of a living room, but the majority of it is dominated by a large pentagram drawing on the floor. Cliché witch coven, sure, but it seems to be unused for a long time, so you shift your eyes away from it to notice several larger and more comfortable-looking chairs on the other side of the room. One of them is currently occupied, and another figure is standing near a window and looks outside into the garden.

As Vemaho enters behind you, the smelly, almost naked monster girl and the fully clothed human, smelly as well, watch as the witch who let you in walks past you, giving you another look at her shapely ass as she moves to another of the chairs, the one on the far left, and sits down. You then wait for a minute as you stand inside the witches’ living room and try to get used to the rancid smell that fills the air despite the open windows. The fresh air helps clearing the most offensive stench, but what remains is still far from pleasurable as cheesy footstench mixes with the putrid smell of hot vinegar and rotting plants, leaving no doubt that you are in a monster girl house. Or rather, monster women, as neither of the witches present look girly to you, seeming more like middle-aged, mature women instead. Eventually you give up and start breathing through your mouth, provoking a throaty chuckle from the figure seated on the middle chair. Finally, she raises her head and starts speaking.

“What a sweet looking couple you have brought here, Tamaria”, she says. “Positively eatable. Come closer, my dear, so I can look at you”, she says, sounding like a weird mix of an old granny and a man-eating predator. You are frightened and thrown off, and stutter: “Ehmm umm I…”, to which the figure standing near the window cackles and even the granny-like witch chuckles. “What’s the matter dear?, she asks. “No need to be afraid. I’m not gonna eat you… I might only make you eat me”, to which you move back towards the door in fear. Finally, the witch in the left chair can’t take it anymore and lets out a laugh that in turn causes all three of them to erupt in laughter. Even Vemaho joins in, four monster girls laughing at your frightened impression, and the witch in the middle gets up from her chair. Now that she is standing, she doesn’t look nearly as old or granny-like as before.

“We were just making fun of you”, she says, her voice sounding more vigorous and friendlier at the same time. She looks quite similar to the first witch you’ve met, with her sickly green skin, crooked nose and cruelly intelligent eyes, but more matronly compared to the more seductive witch on your left. The biggest difference is a silver ring around her head, with a small black stone embezzled into it right in the middle of her forehead. “We are aware of your fears for monster women, but you can trust our words when we say we won’t make you smell our stink, that is”, she winks playfully, “unless you want to.” You violently shake your head at that, causing another chuckle from the witch next to the window.

“My name is Edmortia the Putrid”, the witch continues. “Next to the window is Caillinn, our youngest, and you have met Tamaria already. We are aware of why you have come here, but want to hear it from you in your own words. So tell us, would you. We will decide what to do after we hear your story. You may take a seat.” You take one of the chairs from the table, careful to not step onto the pentagram drawing, and take a seat as Edmortia and Caillinn take their respective chairs as well. You now have Edmortia, who seems to be the matron of the coven, right in front of you, Tamaria to your left and Cailinn, the youngest and most monster girl-looking witch, on your right. Vemaho seems more comfortable sitting on the dirty floor, next to your feet. Her cheesy stench rises up into your nose, throwing you off briefly as you tell the witches how you met the alraune and fought for dominance with her, how you won thanks to your curious smell, and how she suggested to see a witches’ coven to clear up the mystery. You also briefly mention the futa potion and notice Caillinn the witch nod and smile excitedly, a sight that makes you more nervous again.

As you finish your story, Edmortia nods and takes a long, deep breath. “A human girl smelling so good that a monster girl becomes submissive to her. What a story. What a concept.” She then leans back and continues: “I believe it all comes down to your feet. We can talk all day about how special they might smell, but only seeing is believing. Or in this case, smelling.” Caillinn chuckles again as Edmortia stands up, approaches you and says: “In order to clear up this mystery, we will have to smell your feet and armpits. So, Anastasya, a monster woman asks you to smell your feet.”

You take a deep, stink-filled breath, not noticing how easy smelling the stinky air has become for you, and watch the three witches approach you. Strangely enough, the air is almost free of foot stench or body odor, only having the general smell of monster girl environment, as the witches’ bodies are still clad in shiny latex that traps their stench inside. Vemaho moves out of the way as you take off your shirt, cooing in pleasure as the smell of your sweaty armpits fills the air. Following a sign from Edmortia, Tamaria moves to take your shirt out of your hands and pulls your arms up to give her fellow witches good access to your armpits, then moves a step back and buries her nose in your sweaty shirt. The other two witches do the same to your pits, slowly getting closer as they take deep breaths to get the most of your odor.

After a few minutes of smelling and licking, the three witches come back up. “Somewhat weak, so it’s hard to get good whiffs of the specialty”, Edmortia says and licks her lips to get the last bits of your pit taste into her mouth. “Tastes really good though, I can understand better how little Vemaho here would be impressed by it. There is something beneath the smell of sweat and the salty bitterness of human armpits, something that feels oddly familiar, like I’ve smelled it before but forgotten about it.” Caillinn nods and speaks for the first time. “Never thought the pits of a human could impress me, not to mention you, mother.” Her voice makes your bones melt and reminds you of the few times you have touched yourself in the middle of the night. “Now I’m really curious how her feet smell.” Damn, her voice alone could cause the downfall of a nation. She wouldn’t even need her feet, you think. You shake your head violently, to which Tamaria chuckles and passes the shirt over to Vemaho, who immediately buries her nose into it. Then you open both of your bootstraps and pull them off together.

A putrid, cheesy stench raises up to your nose as you pull off your boots to present your sweaty feet to the witches kneeling in front of you. Your feet still look fairly clean, despite not washing them for two days, but the smell they give off is the worst they have smelled in your entire life. It is still a far cry from the stench of monster girl feet, but for a human, it is really bad. You notice that your foot smell is now more that just cheesy, as a bit of vinegary and sweaty smell combine with the cheese to make for a foot smell that humans would despise. Monster girls are different though, and the witches in front of you seem impressed as they move to properly smell and lick your stinky feet.

Tamaria takes your boots from you and sniffs deeply, taking in the leather enhanced foot smell, as the other two eagerly inhale your foot smell. You notice that Tamaria has shared one of your boots with Vemaho, who seems ecstatic as she finally gets to smell your foot odor again, and a much stronger one than what she got before. The other two witches are giving your feet long sniffs and licks, going from toes to heels and trying to take in every possible aroma and taste of it. It goes on like this for a few minutes, then a few minutes more, until you start to wonder what these witches are up to. Having your feet licked by two experienced monster girls is quite pleasurable, but you are starting to get impatient and a bit uncomfortable as you have to hold your feet up while sitting on a chair.

After what seems much longer than the ten minutes it has actually been, Edmortia comes up and gasps: “Most delicious feet I’ve smelled in quite a while, and from a human of all things! The smell reminds me of our queens a bit, but is something else entirely! Such a shame it’s still not fully formed, how much better would it be if these were proper feet with a real stench!” Caillinn comes up as well, replying with her voice that sounds even more erotic than before: “Sooo gooood… I want more…” her moaning is almost sexual. “May I, mother?” To your surprise, Edmortia takes one last whiff of your feet and moves away, giving the younger witch unhindered access to your feet. As she moves to take your boot away from Vemaho, the younger witch places your feet on the ground for a while and looks at you with pure lust in her eyes. Tamaria smiles at you and says: “You are in luck, little girl. Caillinn’s foot jobs are something else. Enjoy”, before continuing to sniff your boots, now sharing the one she is holding with Vemaho.

What follows are the most bizarre minutes of your life so far. Caillinn makes love to your feet with her mouth, slathering your soles with her saliva and licking every single part of your smelly feet with a passion that surprises you even when you remind yourself that she is a monster girl who is obsessed with smelly feet. You are surprised to notice that your foot smell doesn’t seem to weaken from the tongue bath, but rather getting more intense and concentrated. What surprises you even more is how your feet are tingling all over, similar to when they have fallen asleep, but much more pleasant. The tingling slowly gets more intense, like a soft tickling, and combined with the witches’ soft tongue and highly skillful licking you start to feel very good.

Caillinn is far from finished, however, and moves her tongue up towards your toes. She then looks up at you, seeking your eyes with hers as she smothers your toes with kisses. Her eyes are midnight blue, a color you have never seen, and deep as the vast night sky. You lose yourself in her beautiful eyes and the soft tingling that now covers your entire feet, and fail to notice that your nether parts have started to tingle as well. Then she opens her mouth further, much further than what should be humanly possible, and starts to push both of your feet into her mouth at the same time. You would be frightened by the sight of it, but her eyes and your pleasantly pulsing honey pot has you so enchanted that you just accept it, it even adds to the pleasure, and you fail to notice that her teeth seem to have vanished from her mouth. All that remains is soft, wet, hot and oh so pleasurable mouth flesh that massages your feet in an openly sexual way.

The way she pleasures your feet is directly reflected onto your pussy lips and clit, and you are dripping wet with arousal and fully lost in the pleasure. Eventually, the pleasure becomes too much, and you let out a long, drawn out, guttural moan as you reach an earth-shattering climax that has you soak your pants with love juice. Caillinn doesn’t stop at this point, though, instead intensifying her efforts and bringing you to even greater heights of pleasure. You climax again and again, your love juices dripping through your pants onto the floor as you scream in pleasure you thought impossible for humans to reach. Eventually, after a particularly violent climax, the pleasure becomes too much for your poor, innocent mind and you pass out, drooling in pleasure, and slump back into your chair.