Smelly Monster Girl Dreams

You open your eyes to find yourself in a dark, foggy hall. How did you end up here? You are standing on a stone floor, clearly man-made, but you can’t see any walls. All you can see is a stone table, similar to an altar in front of you. Are you in a church? A shrine? And if so, what kind of deity is worshipped here?

Then you take a breath and notice the horrible stench in the air. Not just any stench, but the distinct smell of dirty feet. Every breath brings a different aspect of it into your nose, strong cheese, hot vinegar, sweaty body odor, rotten fungus, the salty smell of toejam and a lot of other different odors **** your senses, yet strangely, you don’t find them offensive. In fact, they are rather pleasant and you find yourself taking deep breaths and holding them in, then exhaling almost sadly only to feel anticipation for the next stinky aroma. There are even some odors mixed in you would not associate with feet, like rotting hay, Sulphur or the smell of excrements and they all are very bad and stinky, but you enjoy breathing them nonetheless.

The longer you smell, the better you can differentiate the different odors. You are even able to identify the sources now, telling apart the sour vinegar of gorgon feet from the more pungent vinegar of wraiths, marveling in the dark, earthly cheese of a tarantula drider before moving on to the sickly sweet pheromones characteristic to a rose mandragora, and from that to the sulphuric smell of eight-tailed kitsune gas that burns the nostrils in a different way than the gas of six-tailed kitsune or eight-tailed arctic kitsune. You briefly wonder how you have become such a stink connoisseur, but another disgusting odor distracts you from it.

Just as you bask in the familiar smell of ivy alraune feet, one you know fairly well from your companion Vemaho, a shadow approaches from the fog that surrounds you. Moments later, more shadows appear, taking on the shapes of six monster girls who approach you until you can clearly see, and more importantly, smell them.

The first figure that approaches you has a tall, slender body and a large beehive of venomous snakes for hair. She sways hypnotically as she walks, and her feet give off an incredibly strong cheesy smell, like a whole mountain of strong cheese is rotting away for a hundred years, only more concentrated. You take deep breaths, enjoying the gorgon’s smell despite it being disgustingly bad. Maybe you like cheese after all.

Pointed cat ears on top of her head and a cattail that waves behind her tell you the second figure is a cat girl, a large predator cat. You briefly wonder what kind, then wonder why. Of course she is a tigress, one of the most ferocious cats, and her playful grin hides the fact she is one of the wildest and most dangerous monster girls, despite cat girls usually being on the submissive side. She is wearing large, dirty latex boots that hide a pair of truly stinky, dirty socks. Her sweat and foot smell is transformed by the latex and the socks into newer, greater heights of stink.

The third figure seems a lot taller than the others. Then you realize she is a drider, a woman on a spider torso, and thus is a lot taller than the others as her lower body is that of a comically large spider. No, not a drider, an arachne, you correct yourself, one of the larger, stronger, wilder and most importantly hornier species who keep large harems of foot slaves to satisfy their lust. Her smile shows off her fangs dripping with venom and her vinegary feet are the most pungent ones yet, stinging in your nostrils in a downright painful way, but you feel yourself drawn to them. Every one of them.

The fourth figure is the most humanoid one of them. She is clad in thick latex, but after a while you notice that part of the latex are actually a pair of bat wings she has wrapped around herself. As she opens them, they stretch behind her for several meters, and her white skin and pointed fangs make it clear she is a vampire. Her head is raised arrogantly, and her bare feet leave a trail of thick, gooey, darkish-green and very strong toejam. You want to get on your knees in front of her to lick her feet and taste the sour, rotten delicacy, but the fifth woman distracts you yet again.

Like the vampire, this fifth woman has wings stretched out behind her, only hers are scaly, like her body. Spikes on her arms, horns on her head and a spiny tail give her draconic heritage away. Her skin and scales have a majestic purple color and shine with sweat, enough to flow down her body in small rivers and puddle up beneath her. Her body odor is dominating the room, and you sniff happily.

Fluffy, dirty fox tails wave behind the last of the six figures who now stand in front of you in a half circle. She is a nine-tailed albino kitsune, with almost white fur, just slightly orange, and glowing red eyes. She seems more of an animal on two legs than the others to you, more animal than human, more monster than girl. Her fur is wet with sweat and her paws are smelly and dirty with toejam, but what dominates her smell is her gas. Her farts are loud and pungent, smelling of Sulphur and rotten cabbage with a strong underlying smell of excrements that you can even taste on your tongue.

These six monster girls are all exceptionally beautiful and stinky, but all have one thing in common: you can’t make out any faces as they are always hidden by the stink filled fog. You are so caught up in smelling the different odors, each of them much stronger and deeper than the ones in the air before, that you fail to notice the seventh shadow that forms over the altar. Only as a voice sounds you rapidly turn around to see a vaguely humanoid, but also monstrous-looking shadow within the fog. It seems not fully formed, or maybe the figure does not want to show itself. Her voice, however, sounds loudly through the room, irresistible and all-dominating. “My dear queens”, it says and you are so captivated by her voice that you fail to notice the six figures behind you falling to their knees. “Behold my daughter.”

Her daughter? You jerk your head around to see if someone else is present, but then notice the six figures are still kneeling, heads bowed down in reverence towards the shadow. No, not the shadow. Towards you.

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You jerk upwards and gasp, head dripping with cold sweat, and fearfully look around for a moment, only to find yourself in a small bedroom. Someone must have placed you into a bed, as your last memories were sitting in a chair in the witches’ living room, and you remember the weird encounter with the witches. But you are alone, still dressed in your sweaty shirt, and barefooted. You notice your feet still smell, and try to remember your dream, but although it was very vivid and real, you can’t remember more than a foggy haze. Then, you see that you are not quite alone, as a figure rises from a chair in a corner of the room.

“You are awake. Finally. We were worried about you.” She addresses you. Her voice sounds like a ghostly whisper, but you can understand her. You look her over and see that it’s not a witch who watched over your sleep, as she has pale, white skin and red eyes. That and the ragged hair that seems to move on its own tell you she is some sort of spirit monster girl. You reply to her: “Yeah. Bad dream”. “I noticed”, she replies. “Take your time. When you feel better, come join us downstairs.” With that, she moves towards the door and leaves the room.

The air in the room is only slightly smelly thanks to the open window. You get out of the bed and move towards it to look outside. Apparently, you are in a room on the upper floor of the farmstead, and have slept for more than three hours, as it is already past midday. You turn away from the window to see a bowl with clear water next to the chair the spirit girl was sitting on. Perfect, you think, as your hair sticks to your skin and your shirt is still dirty from two days of travel. You take off your shirt, then wash your face and upper body, noticing that your smell grows only a little weaker. As expected from a monster household, washing without getting clean, but at least your face is cleaner now. You turn your nose at the thought of putting your old, worn, sweaty and stinky shirt back on, then notice a fresh shirt hanging over another chair, black and finely woven, but clean at least, as well as a pair of black leather boots. You put them on along with the shirt, then step out of the room.

A corridor with several doors lies in front of you. Some are opened, and from one, you can hear a moaning voice. It sounds downright erotic. You can also see the stairs at the end of the corridor. The spirit girl has said to meet them downstairs, so you assume she was talking about the living room. But you are also curious about the rooms on this floor, and about the voice that is coming from the room with the door ajar. What should you do?