Farewell Gifts

Despite what you thought, someone did see you last evening when you were having fun and exploring your new-found sexuality with your sweet, adorable alraune companion. The witches make it obvious from the moment you step into the kitchen in the morning with their knowing looks and grins, so your face immediately starts burning up from embarrassment. You know how casual monster girls are about sex, but you still have hoped to keep last evening a secret. They are still as friendly as before, and for monster girls, their cheeky comments would be perfectly acceptable, but you just want to find a hole somewhere far away and hide from the world.

Aside from that, the last day you spend with the witches is just as pleasant as the ones before. Nothing about the farmstead, the lush gardens, the surrounding woods, or the witches themselves reminds you of the stories you have heard for all your life, the stories of mean and treacherous monsters that see all humans as prey and want to turn humanity into foot smelling slaves. Well, almost nothing, as their smell is still as strong as before, if not stronger, since you can pick it up more clearly the longer you stay with them. The witches keep their leather boots on all the time, maybe to not scare their human guest away, but you can still smell their feet even through the leather, and it is not just their feet that reek to high heavens.

Maybe it is because of that, but it takes you until the evening to realise that you now smell quite strong as well. It should not be a surprise as you have not washed your body for a few days and only cleaned it with water. Combined with the overall smelly air that naturally surrounds the witches’ sweaty bodies, the constant sweating from embarrassment and the fact that you had very intimate contact with Vemaho last night, you are quite possibly smelling worse than you ever have. Your feet are even worse than that, since you have not cleaned them at all over several days, not even rinsed them.

Of course, the monster girls are not at all bothered by your smell, they even compliment you on how strong your smell has gotten. A few more days and you could pass off as a lesser monster girl, they joke. Considering how you are trying to stop the monster girl invasion for good, it should worry and annoy you, but you cannot bring yourself to be annoyed by them. They even help you prepare for the journey when you tell them you would be leaving the next day.

Vemaho does not let you finish your sentence when you inform her, but instead just hugs you and say: “As long as I’m with mistress, I’m happy! I’ll follow mistress wherever you go!”, and then tries to kiss you. Sadly, you are not in the mood for making out now, so you turn down her advances until the evening, when you engage in another hot, steamy round of oral sex that leaves you with aching balls and her with another two loads on her face and in her mouth. You still do not have sex with her though, wanting to wait for a better moment to finally lose your virginity properly. The time when you fucked her and two witches senseless while under the influence of the transformative potion does not count for you.

When the time to leave has arrived, you are surprised to notice that you are **** to leave the witches. You enjoyed your time with them, despite your obvious differences, and they even showed you a slight possibility of a coexistence between humans and monsters. At the very least, you have been living among them for a couple days with little problems. But you are aware that matters are not this easy. They do not really like you; they are merely interested in what your own foot smell could potentially be. With how obsessed monster girls are with feet and stinks, any form of coexistence would be nigh impossible. You would only have the two choices of submitting or joining, and that is exactly what you want to stop and why you are on your journey. Even if the two options do not seem so horrifying anymore now that you had real contact with smelly monster girls.

Like when you first came to the coven, only Tamaria and the sock elemental Nakna are present when you get ready to leave, your baggage packed onto the back of your horse and bubbly alraune in tow. The witch kisses Vemaho, then say: “Anastasya? A few last things before you leave.” She motions you to step closer to her and lowers her voice so only you can hear her. She first takes a deep breath of your smell first, though, and nods in approval. “You really should not wash this wonderful stench off. It suits you so well, a nice, greasy odour and strong feet can attract monster girls from all over. And from what the two of you have been up to these last two days, you seem to be willing to use your new cock. Although I wonder why you still hesitate to drive it home. That ivy girl has such a delicious twat, hot and slimy and ripe for the taking. You really should. I know I would if I was in your shoes.”

You avert your eyes and blush up once more. It is exactly because of comments like this that you have refrained from really having sex with Vemaho, despite her being more than willing and you also not opposed to explore it. You will probably never get used to their fixation on feet nor smells, but you hope to at least understand this aspect about monster girls, if only to find ways to exploit their obsession to gain advantage over them. While looking around awkwardly, your eyes fall onto Vemahos almost naked back and her shapely, green butt, and you can see a faint moisture running down the inside of her thighs.

The witch follows your view and chuckles. “Well, it looks like you are starting to open up a bit more”, she says and grins, causing you to blush even harder. When you muster up the courage to look at her grinning, mud-green face again, she teasingly licks her lips, then says: “Well, to each their own pace, I suppose. Although I cannot understand why you didn’t just jump her last night and pound her into a new tomorrow.” She shakes her head, completely serious. You did briefly consider doing so, although you would never admit it to anyone, not even yourself, not to mention these witches.

“What I can tell you, though”, she continues and lowers her voice a bit more as to not alert the alraune who is petting your horse, “Is you should take good care of her if you choose to keep her as your travel companion. You see, you might think that she is not the brightest and won’t be of much use to you, but that is mostly because she is still very young and innocent and has not had much time to grow yet, despite being over a hundred years old already. Should you take care of her and feed her well with lots of sex and strong, rancid foot stink, she will grow up and become stronger, smellier, and sexier. Plant monster girls can develop several different powers that help them tracking and entangling prey, which can be of use to you as well. She has told me that you have already experienced her controlling ivy vines before?” You nod approvingly. “Imagine her having proper control over them and catching you with several arm-thick vines instead of the few weak tendrils she used on you.”

You would rather not imagine being caught by stronger vines. It becomes more and more apparent that you only won through pure luck and barely escaped a grim fate of being turned into a **** by the alraune. The thoughts cause a shiver to run down your back. You swallow once and resolve to be better prepared the next time. And the next time, you will have two more means of defending against monster girls, your own smell and your penis, and are willing to use them both to full advantage. Or maybe to a little advantage.

“That’s not all, though. You see, alraune are among the monster girls capable of evolving. Under the right conditions, mainly if one monster girl is getting lots of kinky sex and stinky attention, she can evolve. Some girls grow tails or extra heads, some transform entirely and some barely at all, but they usually become several times more beautiful and sexier, and their feet become that much smellier as well. Mmmhh, I remember that one time I witnessed a kitsune girl grow her sixth tail. Her gas was so much stronger and tastier than before… But back to the point, if you make sure she has as much kinky and stinky sex as possible, she will not only grow stronger, but there is a chance she might evolve into a higher monster girl.”

She pauses for a moment and lets you take in what you just heard. Her growing up and becoming stronger is all fine, it is basically like training your muscles to lift greater weights. Practise makes perfect, is what your village elder has always told you despite being the laziest old man you can imagine and the first to shy away from any sort of workout. But evolving? Changing their form, growing into a higher and more dangerous monster girl? Wouldn’t this make her more dangerous to you as well? Suddenly, you are not sure if you want to keep her as a travel companion anymore.

“The best growth is always achieved when monster girls are exposed to a wide variety of stinks and kinks”, the witch continues. “So, if you want to help her grow, you should fuck around as much as possible and have as many humans and monster girls smell and lick your feet as you can find, and encourage her to do the same. The more, the better. And”, she leans in closer towards you and grins lewdly, “be aggressive. Be forceful. Vemaho loves that. The more you dominate her, the more she will love you.”

She winks at you with a lewd smile, but you hardly notice. Be aggressive? This is a point you have heard before, although not as clearly as from Tamaria. This would be a bit of a problem for you, but you are determined to stop the monster girl menace and if being dominant can help, then you will be dominant. You want to stay on top, and now, you have another ace in the form of your male parts, and if the monster girls you have met so far are any indicator, it will be a very effective weapon – provided you can muster the courage to use it. Another reason why you should sleep wi- fuck- Vemaho soon.

While you contemplate Tamarias words, the witch motions for the sock elemental to approach you. As always, she is surrounded by a cloud of cheesy smell, but with some underlying aromas of rot and dung, so strong that it would have made you gag, but you have gotten used to strong smells over the past days more than you have thought. It even smells slightly pleasant to you, not that you would admit it. The pile of dirty, stinky socks in form of a woman comes up to you and you notice she is carrying some fabric in her hands.

“One last present from us”, she says and offers it to you. You breathe through your mouth as you tenderly reach for it, her face still highly irritating to you, especially the white stain right over her mouth that you know comes from your cum, and another crust of filth over her left eye that you suspect to be horse dung. It turns out the fabric is a cape, made from finely woven wool, dyed in a beautiful forest green, with a large hood that not only covers the wearer’s head, but can make you hide your identity by reaching all the way over your nose, and a silver clamp in the form of a strange crest you do not recognise.

“This cape is made with finest wool and should warm you when it’s cold and protect you from heat and sunlight. We enchanted it with witchcraft to hide you from prying eyes”, Tamaria explains. “See the clamp? It consists of a magical symbol. When it is closed, your smells will be hidden from anyone except those who have a corresponding symbol, and those capable of deciphering the witchcraft used for it. With a cape like this, even the strongest and smelliest monster girls could walk through a city of humans and not be recognised as smelly.”

She chuckles and smiles, then continues: “It won’t wash away the delicious stinks, only mask them for anyone who would be able to smell them. When monster girls don’t want to be recognised when going into human settlements, they sometimes wear one of these cloaks. We also have one for Vemaho”, with this she briefly shows the second cloak the sock elemental is holding, dyed a different green that reminds you of ivy leaves. “With these, you won’t be **** to wash your feet just because you want to appear human anymore. Perfect for you so you can continue to increase your smell into a proper stench that you can be proud of and that will attract lots of foot slaves for your pleasure.”

The witch licks her lips and teasingly looks at you as you pick up the cape and inspect it. It is of a lot better quality than anything you own and looks wonderful, despite smelling slightly of cheesy socks, and you will certainly not reject such a useful present. Even though you are still unsure whether you are going to use the magic to hide your smell, just knowing that you could if you needed makes you feel a lot more secure. So, you put on the cape and close the clamp, then put on the hood. It covers almost your entire face, but you can see just fine. The cheesy smell surrounds you when wearing the hood, but it is still tolerable. However, you do not realize the amused smile on Tamarias lips as you pull off the hood and thank her once again for their kindness.

Again, the witch does not want any of it, just waves her hand away and dismisses it. “No need to thank us. It was our pleasure, especially mine”, she licks her lips again, “and besides, you make for a wonderful experiment. We are curious to see what might become of you. A human smelling even remotely like a queen of stink is unheard of so far. We are looking forward to hear what you might experience. So have a good journey, dear. Be confident. Be dominant. Be smelly. And finally put that little alraune down and give her a good boning. You and her both want it so badly; it honestly is painful to watch.”

At this point, you are too used to her innuendos and her constant talking about sex, so it does not bother you anymore. Plus, she is clearly right, judging from how Vemaho, who is now putting on her own cape, looks at you. When she closes the clamp on her cloak, you see, or rather smell, that the witch has told the truth. Her cheesy, earthy musk that you have grown so used to smelling over the past days, is all but gone. You shake your head in disbelief and are even more surprised when she pulls the hood over her head. Suddenly, her skin appears like a pale human’s and no longer green and sweaty, and even her face seems human now. Incredible magic, you think as she pulls the hood back and reveals her cute, green face with the large, adorable eyes, the full, red, kissable lips, and the vine-like hair. Incredible and very useful.

“Where are we heading, mistress?”, she asks and opens her clamp to reveal her smell to the world again. You unconsciously take a deep breath of her stench that reminds you of rotten cheese and foul leaves, mixed with the fresh aroma of ivy oil, but quickly realize what you are doing. “Well, I still want to support humanity against the monster girl invasion, so my destination has not changed much. We’ll be heading north through the forest and towards the coast, where some larger cities are still holding their own against the monster girl threat”, you reply. Your companion claps her hands in excitement and exclaims: “Wonderful, mistress! I’ve never been to the coast! Of course, I’ve never even left my forest before, so anywhere is fine. Anywhere is great if I’m with mistress! Have you been to the coast before, mistress? How is the sea? I want to see it! I bet it is like a big forest with thousands of huge trees! And aren’t the witches great? They were so friendly and smell so nice and they lick so well and Nakna has the sweetest grime spots on her…”

She continues to go on and on as she skips into the forest ahead of you. You look back once and see the leather-clad, tall figure of Tamaria, the witch who has been so oddly friendly to you, standing in front of the farmstead. She raises the hand to wave goodbye and smiles as you turn around and follow Vemaho, horse in tow. When you turn around a second time, you do not see anything except the lush, green forest.