Dreams? Visions?

For a while, you feel like you are floating in a lake or lying in a bed of clouds. Your vision is clouded by a whitish haze and your head feels like it is wrapped in cotton wool. Only blurred images can be seen, like looking through flowing water, and on top of that, your eyes seem out of focus. Unnecessary details are crystal clear while entire figures are only visible as splotches of colour. One of the figures that is suddenly appearing out of the thick, white fog and walking past you without noticing you wears an intricately detailed belt made from fine silver wires, but you cannot even tell whether it was wearing clothes, or if it had limbs and a head. Another shadowy figure passes straight through you like a ghost. It is a bit smaller than you, but at the same time towers over you like a mountain. You want to turn around to continue watching the figure but find that you cannot control your movement. After struggling for a bit, you sigh and stop, mentally exhausted.

You continue to drift aimlessly, for how long, you cannot tell. Then, the scenery changes. Suddenly, you find yourself in a sitting position. It is as if the world around you is forming in the direction you are looking, and immediately getting swallowed by the fog again once you look away. All your senses start working again for a few moments, like a very realistic dream, but like before, the sensations are fleeting and out of focus. The feeling of fur on your legs and butt, like a cushion; grunting and moaning; the acrid smell of fire smoke; the taste of roasted meat, but meat you have never tasted before- very intense, but only for a few moments, then fading away again.

Then, the scene starts coming together more. Apparently, you are naked, since you can feel the fur on your skin, and now you can see the huge campfire that you could smell earlier. You are sitting on a throne, cushioned with thick, brown furs, in some sort of camp. Tents with tannish brown walls surround the campfire, and behind them, you can spot what you think is a palisade wall. Then, figures form around you, tall, beefy masses of green-skinned flesh, clad in leather and furs and carrying axes, clubs and javelins. Ogroid monster girls, most likely orcs. They are shouting in their rough, but still feminine voices, clearly agitated. You are not sure if they are angry, but your dream persona just crosses her legs and supports her head with her arm.

Finally, the monster girl smell hits your nostrils. It is an overpowering smell of sweat and body odour, thick and heavy, fitting of these muscular and coarse monsters. The stench of feet, bodies, hairy armpits and crotches that were not washed in ages almost hits you in the face, a hot wave of overwhelming stench, but surprisingly, it does not overwhelm you. You breathe the smelly air in deeply, clearly smelling the stench, strong enough to knock out strong men, but you are not bothered by it. Instead, you accept it as normal, as how it should be. Orcs and ogres stink, they take pride in their sweaty body odours, so of course their camps will smell like this and since you are in one of them, of course you would smell it as well.

For a few breaths, you just sit there on the chair, breathe in the smelly air and marvel at the strength of their stench. A few other aromas mix with the overwhelming musk, rotten cheese, some foul stench you instinctively recognise as feet fungus, the pungent smell of sex, especially stale cum, all smells that should disgust you, but don’t. It seems right. Then a large figure approaches you, one of the orcs, tall and with towering muscles, wearing dirty, smelly furs stained with grime, dirt, blood and yellowy cum. The metal brooch that holds her vest together to barely cover her grimy breasts and the bone hoop around her head show that she is most likely the tribe leader, and truth be told, she is the largest and smelliest. Again though, small details catch your eye that you would normally not notice, like her braided, midnight black hair or a cum stain right over her left breast that looks like a heart, while her face seems blurred. It has the rough skin, wide, masculine bones and the large, tusk-like teeth, but it is still undeniably feminine and for orc standards, beautiful.

The orc chief kneels before you and looks at you, her eyes still higher than yours since she is so large. You nod approvingly, and she reaches out and takes your feet into her green hands. She plants a kiss onto each of your heavy, black and dirty leather boots, then takes one off to reveal a pale human foot, sweaty and stained with yellowed cum crusts and greenish-brown, slimy toejam. The stench that rises from it immediately dominates the sweaty smell with its overwhelming strength, the cheesy smell disgustingly strong, mixed with the heavy, earthy aroma of sweat, rotting cum and a pungent note of sulphur and decay, so strong that it would knock out anyone who takes a breath of it. Yet you feel comfortable with this disgusting stench, it feels like this is how it should be. You breathe it in with a calm satisfaction and watch the orc first take a deep inhale from the depths of your boot, then, with a look of **** enjoyment, lowers her head and starts licking your dirty, slimy, disgustingly delicious foot. After three long full tongue licks across the entire sole, she takes your toes into her mouth and starts sucking the toejam off them. It feels great, soft and hot, and you enjoy it as you look down on the massive orc woman pleasuring your feet. Then, the scene fades again.

When your vision returns, you are standing on a forest clearing. You are still naked, the warm, humid air feels nice and cool against your sweaty, perky breasts and supports the stench coming from your armpits. They are shaven clean yet smell like you have never shaved or washed them in your life, you think you can even see some brownish miasma rise from them. Two large, furry creatures kneel on either side of you, beast-like monster girls, wild and rancid, but undeniably majestic and sexy. To your left is a werewolf woman with massive breasts, covered in sweaty, brownish-grey fur except for the areas around her areolae, which are very large, bright red and sprout nipples as long and thick as your thump. She pants and looks up to you longingly, her long tongue hanging out of her mouth, and looks so cute with her grey fur and floppy dog ears that you want to pet her. Needless to say, she emits a pungent stench of wet fur, sweat and animal shit, making you second guess if you really want to pet her dirty head. But then again, monster girls should be dirty, the dirtier, the better, so you pet her behind her furry ears, scraping some of the dried excrements off and emitting a satisfied growl from the werewolf.

The cat girl on your right is equally cute and smelly as the werewolf. It is a lioness, judging from the mass of yellowish-brown hair around her head. She has streaks of dried shit all over her soft fur as well, and an overwhelming stench of piss and rotten meat surrounds her, combining with the werewolf’s stench into a stink that makes your nose burn and your honey pot tingle. Her beautiful, yet strong and beast-like face and her large breasts, a little smaller than the werewolf’s, but softer and more pillowy, make her look like someone you would want to cuddle with in a cold night. However, the stench of old, rancid piss that dominates her aroma makes you suspect her fur is not drenched in sweat, but something else instead. Smelling your fingers after petting her confirms your guess: This lioness girl apparently likes to bathe in piss, and not the colorless, fairly clean kind, but some really rancid piss. Yet she looks so cuddly and purrs so adorably when you pet her that you cannot help but like her.

You then push the two furry monsters back with a soft, but insistent touch on both of their filthy, smelly heads, then hear your dream voice say: “Easy there, my dears. I will give you cuties a chance. Whoever licks my dirty armpits better will get to lick my delicious honey pot. The other one will have to sit back and look. Without touching themselves, to make it interesting. Get licking, my dearest pets”, and feel yourself lifting both of your arms. Your armpits are indeed hairless and the overpowering stench that rises from them would normally cause you to pass out. Both monster girls cry out in excitement and immediately dive into your armpits, first taking deep sniffs of the wonderfully disgusting stench, then start to pleasure you with their tongues. The wide, sloppy wolf tongue feels like a hot, wet cloth over your sensitive arm pits, licking up the remains of month old sweat and slathering your arm in wolf girl saliva that makes your skin tingle. Equally pleasant, but in a completely different way, is the feeling in your other armpit. The rough cat tongue would normally feel painful in a sensitive area like your armpit, but she is obviously very experienced and knows exactly how much pressure she needs to exert to make you feel just a bit of pain to heighten the pleasure. It feels very good, so much so that you feel an orgasm rise after just a few moments, but before you cum, your vision starts to turn white and everything fades into void again.

This time, you are in a throne room of sorts, inside a castle. Moonlight shines through the narrow, tall windows and illuminates red carpets that lead towards a throne with a backrest several meters tall. Zombies with bloody, wounded necks salute in crude ways, the stench of rotten flesh heavily in the air, as you step towards the throne where a vampire girl sits and waits for you. Her arrogant gaze does not impress you in the least, nor does the skin-tight, dark purple latex suit that shows off her beach-ball-sized breasts, the bloodstains around her mouth or the whip she holds in her hands. You know she is a total slut, and easily approach her and grab her by her thin neck. She could easily rip you apart with her claw-like, pitch-black nails, but only weakly grips your arm and whimpers: “Please, mistress, don’t hurt me… I can give you pleasure…” It is a game, you know how much she likes being dominated, especially from those with vinegary smells. Just like the monster queen, you muse, but you are sure it is not her as her own stench is considerably weaker and she has almost no toejam around her cute, chalk white feet at all.

You tighten your grip around her neck a bit more, not because you want to **** her, you could not, but because she likes it. The vampire whimpers adorably and pleads for mercy with a voice that could melt bones. You scowl at her to hide your grin over her acting while you push her back into the throne and growl: “Well, you little stink slut, tell me why I should not hurt you.” She whimpers again, then drops to her knees in front of the throne and pleads: “Mistress, this stink slut wishes to serve you, she can be your obedient slut! I can lick your feet, worship your stinky pits or-“ You cut her off by forcefully grabbing her shoulders, turn her around and push her face into the cushions she sat on moments ago. Her small bat wings flap around as she yelps helplessly, but you know she loves being treated like that from a stronger smelling girl.

“I have others for that, my little stink slut”, you hiss into her ear, “but you have a delicious ass that I would love to break. I think I will help myself to it. Would you like that?” She loves it, she is a complete buttslut, but she continues her act and pleads you to be gentle, to not **** her delicious, tight butthole, despite opening her catsuit and pushing out her bubble butt invitingly. You push down your dress and reveal your futa cock, as long and thick as your arm, looking entirely too big to fit inside of her little bum hole, but you know it does. You then grab her hair and pull her head up roughly, then push one of your socks into her mouth while hissing: “Keep this inside your mouth, my little stink slut. I wore it for several weeks, so it should be to your liking. However, stay silent. If I hear even a single sound from you, I will chain you up and have you sniff lavender flowers while edging your pussy for a week.” The vampire nods timidly, keeping up her act despite being on the verge of cumming already from your rough treatment and your dirty sock, heavily stained with week-old cum and dirt, just as she likes it.

She loves it so much that you don’t even need any help entering her butt, you easily enter it with your massive futa cock, even larger and thicker than the one after your last growth spurt, flared and smeared with old cum and yellowish slime. As you bottom out inside her, you grin and suddenly pull her hair, making her yelp from the surprising pain. “You made a sound”, you whisper into her ears and grin again. “Looks like I will have to punish you for that.” The vampire struggles against your hold and tries hard not to make another sound, but the promise of punishment clearly excites her, since her slimy, cold pussy is gushing wet with strangely hot juices and her cute bubble butt is twitching in excitement. So much so that you cannot hold back anymore and start vigorously fucking her butthole with long strokes, quickly picking up speed until you are hammering into her. Your order to stay silent is long forgotten as both you and the vampire scream with pleasure, your stinky sock having fallen out of her mouth. As you pound the undead slut into oblivion, your vision gets clouded and the scene fades again.

Several more scenes follow in quick succession, each with different settings and monster girls. The scenery changes from desert to forest, from city streets to beach to caves and see all kinds of different monster girls and humans, but a few things are consistent throughout: All of the monster girls that are appearing are always submissive towards you in one way or another, some more unwilling while others downright slavish. The situations your dream self finds herself in are always sexually charged, sometimes you are giving pleasure, but most of the times, you are the one receiving pleasure. Monster girls lick your feet, armpits or honey pot, present their dripping wet pussies or their tight, hot asses to you, give you blowjobs that have you cry out and shoot massive loads of cream, or prepare others for your taking by holding them down, licking them wet, and more. And the third consistent aspect of all these scenes is how there is always some kind of disgusting stench or smell present, but you are not bothered by it in the least. Even when you find yourself with your nose between the toes of a sexy, latex-clad elf girl who offers her cheesy feet to you, you are not bothered by it. You accept it as normal, the stench of cheese, putrid vinegar, gas, decay, everything seems normal and right. Then, after a brief, but steamy bath in hot piss together with a bat-winged, goat-horned demon girl, the white fog clears up and reveals a different scene again.