Dreams... Right?

This time, you are in a human settlement. Not just a settlement, but a city, judging from the mighty and magnificent stone houses and the wide paved street you are walking on. You are wearing clothes, a hooded cloak for privacy and heavy leather boots with a pointed metal tip that make noises on the stone pavement. Next to you, a fully cloaked figure is walking, one that emits a faint smell of fresh plants mixed with fermenting cheese. Ahead of you, the road leads into an open space, possibly a marketplace, and you can see a large building up ahead. It is made from dark red stone and dominates one side of the city square with wide arcades, massive stone columns, huge stairs leading up towards the entrance, a balcony from which one can overview the entire marketplace with ease and a pretentious stone crest right above the balcony showing a collared bear standing on top of a stone wall. The marketplace is crowded with people, men and women alike, peasants, craftsmen, merchants and more, poor and rich alike are all crowding up and staring towards the large building, probably the city hall. Guards in bright blue and yellow tabards with the same crest as the one on the city hall on them and armed with shining halberds are trying to keep them from getting too close towards the stairs and blocking the path leading towards the building from a different road. The crowd is noisy and excited, clearly awaiting a spectacle of some sorts.

As you step onto the city square, the noises suddenly become more unruly. You push your way through the crowd, using your elbows and the sheathed sword you are armed with to push the peasants away. The lowly townsfolk make unwilling noises, some even push you back and make threatening gestures, but your hand on your sword handle persuades them quickly. An especially obnoxious, barrel-thick man in an off-white, heavily stained apron even tries to push you back with his entire, dirty body, forcing you to grab his arm and push a dagger against his throat for a few seconds. The further you and your companion make it through the crowd, the more you feel disgusted by the people you are passing. Can this crowd of sweaty, lowly, vulgar peasants really help humanity rise back up to oppose the monster girl threat?

It is not even the vulgarity, the screams or the pushing, not caring about potentially crushing others to get closer to whatever is going on. It is the overwhelming stench that lies over the whole place, a disgusting mix of stale food, rotten garbage, human and animal excrements and several dozen variants of body odour that combine into a miasma of cheesy, greasy, sticky stench so potent that it makes your stomach turn. Unlike the previous scenes, the stench does not please you in the least, only disgusts you. What is perfectly normal for monster girls is repugnant and plain wrong here.

Then, just as you have made it almost all the way through the obnoxious crowd of sweaty, repulsive humans, a large, noble looking stagecoach appears in your field of vision. It is being pulled by four strong horses and made from dark wood, and the carvings, especially the crest with the bear make it clear that it belongs to someone rich and noble. It stops in front of the city hall, right beside the stairs, a guard in a blue and yellow tabard open the door and a female figure gets out of the coach. The crowd makes even more noise as the figure slowly approaches the stairs and starts ascending them, one by one, but you can see that her steps are unwilling. It seems more like she is ascending the stairs of a scaffold than a city hall. When has reached the top, she looks up over the crowd towards the city gate, but you are about the only one who notices. Cheers and shouts arise from the crowd as the woman is clearly very beautiful, is wearing a sky-blue dress and jewellery, but her body language, especially her eyes, scream sadness and despair. You can see that especially clearly as she suddenly turns her head and looks straight into your eyes. Despite knowing that you are most likely dreaming, her eyes pierce through yours, bright green like finely carved emeralds, and her lips silently form the two words: ‘Save me’. Even as the scene fades into white, you can still see the piercing green eyes filled with despair and hear her pleading.

In total contrast to the previous scene, the next ones are exclusively of sexual nature. You find yourself fucking and being fucked by various monster girls, all with distinct and powerful stenches, especially their feet, yet you never once feel disgusted by it like you were on the city square. While still blinded by the whitish haze, you suddenly feel a lot of hands on your body. Then, you feel like you are lying in a puddle of some sticky, viscous liquid. A pleasant buzzing starts sounding in your ears, and you can taste a surprisingly sweet, delicious liquid on your tongue. Similar, the smell that hits your nose is a mixture of sweet and rank, of delicious and disgusting, a weird mix that strangely combines well into a surprisingly good stench. Lastly, the fog lifts from your eyes and you find yourself at the centre of several bee girls.

Like all monster girls you have seen and dreamed of so far, they are exceptionally beautiful. They are very thin with an exaggerated hourglass figure and a much larger abdomen than humans, one that gives them large, juicy bubble butts, have thin fur in yellow and black stripes, sticky and wet, and the six limbs characteristic to insects as well as thin, transparent wings. Their faces are very little insect, which you are glad for, sweet as the nectar you are lying in and flushed with arousal. At least seven bees are all over you, caressing your breasts, rubbing themselves against your sides, covering your face with hot, wet kisses and soaking you in love and sticky, sweet honey and musky sweat. Two of the bees have claimed your feet and are licking them all over, moaning in sweet, lewd voices that make your bones melt and your futa rod stand almost painfully hard. Another one slips in between your legs to pleasure your own honey pot, while yet another offers you her wet slit to taste. You start licking her with delight, as her salty-sweet love juices combine wonderfully with the taste of her honey, a heavy, sticky sweetness with a hint of tartness, like a reminder that all good things are transient and should be enjoyed to their fullest while they last. Then, another bee starts blowing your futa rod and all thoughts become meaningless as pure bliss consumes your mind and eventually your vision.

The next scene is very similar in that it is another orgy with you at the centre. Except this time, you are not inside a beehive, but a snake nest as you find yourself in the embrace of a dozen lamiae. The monster girls all have sexy figures from the waist upwards, full, large and puffy breasts, slender arms and stunningly beautiful faces with long, silky hair and full kissable lips, while their bottom half is a large snake tail. You cannot clearly see how long they are, but from what you can see, they are several meters long at least. Their snake bodies are bright and colourful, with detailed patterns in different variants of their main colour, their face is made up in the same colour and even their hair has the same colour as their bodies. To your left, a lamia with crimson red lipstick and a curtain of silky hair in the same colour pulls you in for a mind-blowing kiss. Her lips are cool, but the passion she kisses you with is more than enough.

Another one leans over your side, presses her massive, soft, pillowy breasts against your back and licks your ear with her thin, split tongue, then hisses: “We will ssshow you great pleasure, missstressss…”, then pulls you over and presses her cobalt blue lips onto yours. In between her mass of curly, blue hair, you can see several more snake tails, forest green, dark purple, hazel brown, pure white and more, all wrapped around you and each other. It feels like being wrapped tightly in a sleeping bag. Their scales should hurt you, but are surprisingly soft and flexible, and the monster girls know exactly how to move their muscles to bring you the most pleasure from their caresses. You moan in pleasure, eyes closed, and inhale the humid air filled with a heavy mixture of stenches and the strong musk of sex.

Being monster girls, the lamiae are naturally smelly, so despite having no feet, they reek heavily. Their smell is less cheesy or vinegary but dominated by the heavy musk of sweat and body odour, and they like the smell of sex, arousal and sexual fluids more than other monster girls. You clearly notice a heavy aroma of salty, slightly bitter fluids around you, one that you deeply inhale despite not knowing where to place it. Then, the blue-haired lamia pulls away from her lips and you realize the stench is coming from her hair, she is always surrounded by a cloud of sexual stench. Before you can follow the strand of saliva that still connects you, a particularly slutty, pink-haired lamia pushes the one between your legs away and stretches her long, split tongue out to touch your hot, strong futa rod. Your head is placed between the soft, pillowy, very sweaty and sticky breasts of another lamia, one with pitch black hair she drapes around your head so you can smell her inviting musk of fishy pussy, then whispers: “Let it all out, missstressss…”, and you can watch through the curtain of her hair how the pink-haired lamia starts giving you a very sloppy blowjob, moaning excessively and causing you to blush despite being at the centre of an orgy. Then, she takes a deep breath and pushes down, taking your entire, very long and very thick rod all the way down in one go. The sudden increase in pressure as you invade her throat with your thick cock causes you to cum almost instantly. Hot, viscous, creamy cum shoots out of her nostrils in long ropes before your vision once again gets clouded and the scene changes.

Now you are sitting on a stone throne in a dark hall only sparsely lit by several torches. Their pitch smoke combines with the stench of cheesy, dirty feet, sweaty body odour and burning sulphur into a miasma that would make all humans flee or collapse in disgust. Yet you enjoy it and deeply inhale, even when you realize that your own feet are causing most of the cheesy stench and are filthy with greenish-grey toegunk and other indistinguishable grime, you are not appalled. You lift your leg and place it over your other, increasing the amount of stench that fills your nose, and wave towards your guards. The massive demons, colossal in figure, with hooves the size of small boulders, horns as thick as your thigh, reddish grey skins, horse cocks over fifty centimetres long and a cloud of sulphuric stench that surrounds them, pull open the stone gates and a few monster girls step into the hall.

All of them are exceptional beauties, but also clearly monstrous and incredibly smelly. Each of them has a distinct stench that would cause any human to faint and any monster girl to break down with adoration or lust, and they all please your nose in a different way. Another aspect they all have in common is that they are all carrying some sort of box or other object. The first one, an unusually tall monster girl with yellowy green skin, overly wide hands and feet and a large leaf behind her head steps forward. She kneels in front of your throne and kisses your smelly feet, giving you a chance to inhale her smell as well. It is a strange, dark and earthy smell, a bit smoky and with a deep body different from the other disgusting(ly good) smells that dominate the air. You quite like it, despite your head starting to hurt, and sniff with pleasure as the mandragora presents you a wooden box filled with dark cylinders, about as long as your arm from elbow to fingertips and as thick as three fingers, that emit a dark, earthy aroma you enjoy smelling. You nod and pick up one of the cigars, take a sniff along the massive length, then clench it between your lips and accept a light from a demon guard as another one takes the box from the tobacco mandragora, and blow out a cone of heavy, delicious smoke while the monster girl steps aside to allow a second one to step forward.

A slimy, smelly, massive slug girl makes her way forward and covers your whole foot in a thick, dark yellowish, warm slime that makes your foot prickle and release a wave of yellowy toegunk. Her body is a thick, pale white tube of flesh that narrows down into a human upper torso with rows of multiple small, saggy breasts. Instead of hair, she has two feelers the length of your arm that wave towards the direction of your crotch where your massive cock lies half-erect and hot over your leg. “Mmmmhhh, mmmishtreshhhh”, you barely manage to comprehend the slug’s very unclear speech, mostly because her otherwise cute face is covered in a thick layer of her slime, “Iii haveee maaade specccialll sssliiime for yooouuu…” and lets a wooden barrel slide down her thick, formless body. One of your demons picks it up, then licks a bit of slime off it and instantly belches out a cloud of brownish miasma that stings in your nostrils with a sulphuric stench. “Makeshhh sshhtink groowwww… delishioush sshhtink…” The slug girl slurs before crawling towards the demon who picked up the barrel and starts making out with her.

By now, your head aches severely. The walls of your (your?) castle flicker and shake as a dusk unicorn centaur with midnight blue fur, glowing, dark blue eyes and a heavy stench of horse dung, horse cum that drips down her erect futa cock, one even larger than your demon guards’ sizeable members, and **** presents you with a bottle of midnight wine. “I have prepared a few crates for you, mistress”, she says with a voice that is both threatening and sexual. Her face is the same, otherworldly beautiful, but dangerous, like she could **** you down her bitch breaker and **** you into oblivion at any point. Only it does flicker heavily by this point, one moment she smiles seductively, then she stares emotionless into the void, then she is not even there, and your head stings painfully. A monster with a burning head, two mismatched legs and a large, wet pussy with prominent lips presents you a kit of cosmetics made from demonic toejam, sweat and cum, but you hardly hear anything she says and when the last monster girl, a lich girl in dark robes, a skeleton mask and the heavy stench of rotten flesh presents you a group of slaves, freshly broken, but still young and virgin, “To fuck, **** and en-“ she stops mid-sentence, and the scene collapses.

It is as if you were placed in a different dream without any form of warning or respite. Suddenly you are standing on the same stone altar you dreamed about a few nights before. The air is still filled by all kinds of stenches that change with every breath, you recognize all of them and breathe with pleasure, but also anxiety as the six figures you saw in the prior dream approach you through the fog, the figures that were called queens by the mysterious voice that frightened you out of the dream last time.

The gorgon queen’s beehive of at least three dozen venomous snakes hiss angrily as she slithers towards you, then coils her snake tail in beneath her human torso and reforms her legs from it, intensifying the smell that her tail emits into a cheesy stench of epic strengths. It is as if a whole mountain of the strongest cheese rotted away for a hundred years, only concentrated into two incredibly cheesy feet. A low, taunting growl sounds in your ear as a massive tiger approaches the altar, then straightens up and reveals the playful grin and the heavy, dirty leather boots the tigress queen wore. A dark brown miasma of stench rises from them and the stench of sweaty feet transformed by leather boots and socks seeps into your nose. Eight different nuances of pungent vinegary stench rise from the eight spider legs as the arachne approaches from the other side, and all of them are clearly distinguishable and sting your senses differently. The vampire queen opens her bat wings, twice as big as her already tall figure, and smiles arrogantly. Her bare feet make a splashing, squelching sound with every step as she leaves a trail of darkish green, gooey toejam that you would love to taste despite how gross it is. Similarly, the dragoness flaps her wings behind her, spraying foul smelling sweat around, then folds them onto her back and traps a brownish-green cloud of her body odour beneath them, at least slightly, as it is still strong enough to make trees wilt and humans pass out. And the nine-tailed kitsune queen waves her tails around to spread the noxious stench of her deadly farts as she approaches the stone altar. Some are silent, others like thunder strikes, but all are like bombs of stink. You are not entirely sure, and it is difficult for you to think as your head is still hurting, but you feel like their stenches are somehow even more intense than last time.

While the monster queens – you hesitate to think of them as monster girls – approach you, six more shadows appear in the foggy miasma and start approaching you, all vaguely humanoid, but more monstrous and less clearly shaped than the first six, whom you can make out a lot of details from. A cute, freckled nose that hides bloodlust and a desire to hunt, a sadistic smile, finest quality gems woven into wet, greasy hair- your head starts to hurt again, a hot, stinging pain that pierces straight through your forehead, and your eyes lose focus of the scene. What remains are the six monstrous women, superbly stinky, appearing larger and dominating your vision, as well as the six figures that are still approaching, but remain hidden by the thick fog, and as you hold your head into your hands and scream in pain, you once again hear the voice, loud, clear and dominating:

“My beloved queens of stink, my dearest prime aspects of my domain, behold my daughter.”

While the scene fades into a formless, colourless void, the sentence resounds within your ears and your mind, immovable and all-dominating. “Behold my daughter”.