Reaching the witches' coven

A soft tickle on your nose wakes you up to a wonderful morning. Chirping birds, lush, green tree leaves that form a roof over the small clearing you have camped on for the night… You slowly rise your head and watch the peaceful forest, until you smell the pungent, cheesy stench in the air and remember the monster girl that is kneeling right next to you. It has been her who has tickled your nose to wake you up and now greets you with a soft giggle.

“Good morning, mistress”, she says with her sweet, bubbly voice, “Time to get up! We have a long way ahead of us before we reach the coven, so get up!” You groan in discomfort as Vemaho nudges you to get out of your sleeping bag. You stretch and yawn, taking a deep breath of fresh morning air rich with cheesy stench and body odor, then turn to face your green companion (companion? At this point, sure, you guess…) and answer her: “Good morning to you, too, Vemaho. Yeah, we’ll be going soon. But first, I need breakfast”, you say as you get out some of your rations. You ask her if she is hungry, but she declines saying she has had breakfast already. You briefly wonder what alraune might eat, but get sidetracked as you realize your shirt sticks to your skin and smells of sweat. “By the goddess, I reek”, you exclaim. “I need a bath. Vemaho, do you know if there’s a river or a pond nearby?”

Unsurprisingly, the monster girl looks upset at your question. “Well… I do know of a small creek that’s just under an hour from here, but…” she replies and pleadingly looks at you. “Mistress, do you really need to bathe? You smell so wonderful today, way better than yesterday! Not only is your body odor much stronger, but it smells different as well, like some aspects of it were hidden and brought out over night! I can smell your amazing scent from here, it makes me tingly and weak in the knees! Oh please, mistress, stay like this, stay dirty and smelly, please! Just imagine how much stronger your smell will get over today, and when we get to the witches’ coven, you could be just as stinky as a real monster girl! Plus the sweaty look really suits you, mistress, you look so pretty with your shiny, sweaty skin! Come on, can we please skip the creek? Please?”

Her begging makes you uncomfortable. Vemaho has a sweet voice that sounds like honey in your ears, but the things she says are disturbing to you. Your body smells so awful that your fellow humans would shy away from you, but to her, it actually smells good? It even suits you? You almost gag at the thought of not bathing, keeping the strong body odor and sweaty body for the day, or even longer, the sticky, sweaty skin, the smelly pits… It surely would impress most monster girls you meet on your journey, and your quest could become easier if you impressed the stink obsessed monsters with a stink of your own… And Vemaho has said it suited you, even said you looked pretty like this… No no no, this is not right, you are a human, not a monster girl, and humans are not supposed to be sweaty or stinky. You shake your head no and reply: “Nice try, but no can do. I really need a bath and wash this shirt, since I only have a couple of clothes with me. Plus, I also need to refill my water supplies since I didn’t have the chance to do so yesterday. So the creek it is.”

Vemaho first looks excited as she sees the effect her words have on you, but pouts upon hearing your words. “Is there really no other way, mistress? It’s a bit out of our way, so we will take longer to get to our destination, too. You really want to clean your beautiful body and wash off the yummy smell? Well, I guess… ok then… come this way…”, she replies with her head downcast and starts leading the way. You follow her, horse on a leash behind you, amused to hear her begging and complimenting you, but also start to feel a bit of remorse from seeing her down like this. She seems so innocent and bubbly since she smelled your feet and became submissive to you that you can hardly bear to see her sad. So you close the small distance between her and you and say: “Don’t worry, I am most likely going to sweat enough the rest of the way today to give you some nice, sweaty pits to smell when we rest for the night.”

“Really?”, she asks, her gloomy mood forgotten in an instant. “Oh yes, really mistress? I’d like that very much, licking your sweaty pits again today! Promise?”, and, as you nod, jumps and exclaims: “Yes! Thank you, mistress! Then let’s go!”, and almost skips ahead. You shake your head and follow her, wondering about her mood switches. She seems so twisted in her appreciation for all things smelly, especially you, but at the same time is so bubbly and innocent that you have a really hard time to match her with the stories you have heard from your family and the people in your home village. Is this really a monster girl? One of the vicious beasts that infest the lands, oppressing humans wherever they go, enslaving them to smell and lick their disgusting, nasty feet, seemingly without a care for your race? You start to doubt it, but are reminded by a burst of cheesy fumes from her feet that she is indeed a monster girl. After pondering for a while, you decide that you have just met an oddball, one you should thank the goddess for.

You reach the creek Vemaho told you about after about an hour, a beautiful little body of crystal clear water, forming a small pond before flowing into the forest, surrounded by a patch of grass and herbs, almost too beautiful for this world infested with stink obsessed monsters. You briefly think about jumping in head first, but decide against it to not dirty the pond with your sweaty body. Instead, you fill your bottles with water and pour it over your naked body after shedding your clothes. Vemaho watches you with a puzzled expression, wondering what you are doing as you pour water over your shirt and pants to clean them. Only then you dip them into the pond, hanging them from a tree branch before taking a dive into the pond yourself. The water is cold and clear and wakes you up, making you feel energized and ready for the rest of the way. As you get out of the pond, you realize you are stark naked and blush violently, but since Vemaho does not react and has been basically naked the entire time, you don’t mind it further. You briefly consider pulling her into the pond to get rid of the disgusting smell she gives off, but decide against it as her feet would surely taint the clear water for a long time. Plus, she is still a potentially dangerous monster girl, despite her submissiveness and bubbly, joyful nature, and you don’t want to push your luck and risk making her angry.

Pulling a fresh set of clothing from your bags, you notice Vemaho has taken your boots and sniffs them, taking deep inhales of your boot smell and sighing contently every time. As you move to take them from her to put them back on, she pouts and says: “Mistress, you’re so mean, didn’t you promise you wouldn’t take off your boots and let your feet marinate in their smell to build up your stench? I wanted them to be nice and strong for when we meet the witches! You meanie, mistress, now they are clean again!” You remember her saying something like that, but as a human, you want to be fairly clean and so have washed your feet without thinking about it. Vemaho looks genuinely upset at your now clean feet, but calms after taking another deep breath of leather enhanced foot smell. “Mmmhh, see, mistress, your feet smell so nice, please keep your boots on for the rest of the way, please, aren’t you curious how strong your smell can get? The witches might treat you nicer when you are smellier, you know, they are monster girls as well.”

You nod at that as she has a point, then decide to postpone the decision until later. Taking your boots from her, you pull them on, trapping your feet inside their leather encasement again for the rest of the day, or for the rest of the journey. You then nod at her to lead the way again. She skips ahead, leading you through the forest as you approach the witches’ coven.

As the sun sets behind the tree tops, Vemaho brings you to a small cliff surrounded by a few gnarled oak trees. You nod in approval, as the cliff forms a small cave that will make for a good place to camp for the night. The sky is clouded and it looks like the night will be rainy, but the cave entrance is a bit higher than the surrounding ground and has a large tree growing right above it that should keep it from flowing full of rain. You are alone inside the small cave, aside from a few bats that inhabit it, but you don’t let them disturb you as you light your campfire and cook your meal, knowing that they will leave the cave for the night anyways. Vemaho once again does not eat anything, merely drinking some water, but starts squirming again as you pack your cleaned dishes away and pull out your sleeping bag and blankets. You can tell what she wants, as your body is once again sweaty from the exhausting hike through an increasingly hilly forest. But before you allow her to indulge in your sweaty armpits and body, you want to get answers to some questions you have, so you ask her: “You mentioned a monster queen yesterday. That makes me wonder how you monster girls are organized. Do you have kingdoms like we humans do? I mean, I know you claim territories for you to dominate, but is that a way to form an organized state or more like the hunting grounds that large predators have? Could you explain a bit? Or do you not want to betray these things to a human?”

Vemaho giggles upon hearing your words. “Hihihi, mistress is curious about our secrets, are you? My queen would not be pleased to hear me talking to a human about our ways.. that is, if she cared about it”, she replies playfully. “We monster girls don’t have such things as a state, like a human kingdom. It’s not even the same for most monster girls as the many different races of monster girls all live differently. Alraune like me live in forests only, you won’t find us in mountain areas or deserts, and we tend to stay for ourselves to grow our specific plants. Some other races like werewolves like to form packs and claim territories, whereas birdgirls like to travel around. I can’t tell you, because it’s different for most. And some don’t even follow the usual tropes of their race, but live where they want. One of my aunts for example lives in a goblin village somewhere in a mountain range, pretty far away from a forest. What I can say though is that most monster girls are fairly independent and wouldn’t want to live in a restricted area such as a kingdom, where most can not do what they want. At least that is what I’ve heard about how your kingdoms are.”

You nod at that and ponder for a bit, then reply: “Yet you spoke about a queen before, one with very cheesy feet. What about her?” Vemaho looks into the cave as she remembers her fated encounter. “You may have noticed before that we monster girls are very obsessed with stink, especially our stinky feet”, she grins and shows you her grimy feet, dripping with sweat and surrounded by a green cloud of noxious, cheesy fumes. You turn your nose as a burst of cheesy stench reaches your nose, causing a small giggle from Vemaho. “Stink and dirtiness is what makes us monster girls. Our entire live revolves around smelly feet, more or less, as our goddess ordered us at our creation. I don’t know why and I’ve never cared why either, I’ve just accepted it and went with it.”

She stretches for a bit and sits down more comfortably, then continues. “Aside from that, sexuality is a huge part of our being. It stems from our attraction to stink and filth as well. We are turned on by strong and bad smells, by being dirty and smelly and by making others smell our stench. That is also part of the reason we like to make you humans smell our stenches so much. Seeing you gag from our filthy feet can be oh so satisfying. My first orgasm was from making a human male smell my dirty feet, you know. At that time, they were a lot weaker and not as cheesy as they are now. I’ve tried hard to make them cheesier since I’ve met queen Lebentina the gorgon…” Her voice trails off as she remembers her past. You are a bit uncomfortable at her openly admitting to her sexuality, a taboo topic for almost all humans, including you.

“Our queens are simply the ones blessed by our goddess the most. Blessed with the strongest stench, most sweat or most abundant toejam I mean. Sadly, I never had much toejam… It would make my feet so much more delicious, don’t you agree, mistress?” You refuse to answer such a repelling question. Vemaho pouts, then continues: “We consider our stench a blessing by our goddess, you know. Our queens are blessed with the strongest stench and also the most active libido. They can subdue almost everyone with their body and feet. I wish I knew how the other queens smell… surely they are just as amazingly stinky as the one I met…” Her voice once again trails off as she squirms where she sits, the thoughts making her blush and wet with anticipation and longing. “Although I wonder how mistress would compare to them if you decided to properly cultivate your amazing footsmell. Mhhh… I want to see it… Or rather, smell and taste it”, she giggles.

You think about what the alraune told you for a little while longer, then take off your sweaty shirt and say: “Ok, enough for now. You may lick my armpits and my sweaty body for a while now. But no getting touchy! Only tongue. I don’t think I’m ready for that at all.” Vemaho giggles with joy and dives in, bathing your pits and chest with her tongue. Once again, it feels good, and you start to understand why monster girls might get excited by the acts of worshipping smelly feet. Your sleep is deep, but your dreams vivid and unruly, filled with green mist and a strange excitement.

The next day passes peacefully again, the forest starting to subtly change, though you can’t quite place your finger onto what exactly is changing. When you tell Vemaho of your feeling, she nods and replies: “Magic. The presence of witches affects their surroundings, forming them to accommodate their desires. In this case, herbs and poisonous plants grow better around their coven. Be careful, mistress”, she says and points to a colony of foxglove and vines that you recognize as poison ivy. As the evening approaches, the sky starts to cloud up again and you ask her about a place to protect you from the incoming rain. “I know a place”, she replies, “but it is still a bit away. Maybe we should hurry.”

You nod and increase the pace, and just in time manage to reach another cave, similar to the one you rested in last night, only smaller and with dried up animal excrements near the entrance. However, the cave seems uninhabited, so you decide to rest here. It is a bit earlier than the day before, but as it starts to downpour, neither of you have motivation to continue traveling through the rain. As you get ready for the night, you notice a drawback of the smaller cave and the tighter entrance: Vemaho’s smelly monster girl feet stink up the cave with a strong cheesy stench and your body odor is not exactly pleasant, either, as you haven’t washed in one and a half days and sweated quite a bit from the exhausting hike. Yet you clench your teeth and try to not breathe through your nose, as you really don’t want to look for another cave when it’s raining cats and dogs. You still have lots of questions, but both of you seem exhausted, so you decide to go to sleep after a bit of pit licking from your monster girl companion.

The next day, Vemaho leads you around the little cliff and down into a gentle valley. “We might have to look around a bit, mistress”, she tells you as she does just that. “Witches can hide themselves and their coven with magic, lead those who look for them around in circles when they don’t want to be found. Best we –“ she stops and shouts in excitement as she points into a direction. You follow her sign with your eyes and see a horrid monstrosity making it’s way through the woods. It is vaguely humanoid, but almost twice as big as you, easily over three meters tall, and simply massive. The… thing… is stomping around on thick legs, holding chopped trees and an axe under arms much thicker than your body. But the strangest thing about it is it’s skin. It has a variety of colors, from green to lightly yellow, greyish black and brown, all mixed together to form a sickly coloration, and it’s skin texture looks more liquid than solid. The creature gives off a disgusting stench that makes you gag, even though you smell quite strong yourself at this point. You draw your sword and get ready to run or fight for your live, but Vemaho stops you.

“A toegunk golem”, she says. “An artificial creature made from toejam. Tastes delicious, but licking it reduces it’s substance, and it’s possible to eat it cleanly away. It’s a servant witches create for heavy labor. If we follow it, we should be able to reach the location of the coven.” The thought of following this disgusting creature makes you almost retch, but you are more concerned about the thing’s strength should it notice you. But Vemaho shakes her head as you mention it and replies: “No, don’t worry about that, mistress, it doesn’t even see us. It only follows its orders, it’s save to follow it. Only when we reach the borders of the coven area we’ll have to be careful, but I assume we’ll see someone else in time. After all, they still need to know if someone visits them. Come on, mistress, or the golem will get away!”, she says as she runs after the disgusting creature. You follow after her, keeping your sword drawn as you don’t trust the peace, and slowly approach the witches’ coven.