Ever since Nilfi moved in my — well, 'our' — apartment had become something of a sty; mounds of stinky laundry, dirty dishes galore and the occasional pile of unidentifiable trash and junk food wrappers that had snuck their way into some corner or another. Goblins were known for the tidiness, rather the opposite, but Nilfi brought disorder and 'funk' to an entirely new level; it was about time that we have a talk.

"Hey, honey, come here," I beckoned from our tight, slightly overstuffed laundry room. It was little more than a nook with a washer and dryer from yesteryear tetris'd into it, overflowing with my green-skinned lover's discarded affects. In truth, the aroma of her rather 'marinated' apparel wasn't exactly repulsive. No, there was a certain musk to it; difficult to tell whether it was from exercise, lazing about or both. I felt myself becoming light-headed, but pleasantly so; what was this? I shook away these intrusive perversion and added a bit of tenor to my voice. I needed to stand my ground, after all.

Nilfi turned the corner with her usual flat affect, clicking away at some phone game or another. Dating a dirty little gobliness was certainly not without its merits; tits and ass, mostly. But she was also quite tall for one of them, standing just shy of five feet even. And although her skin was a deep emerald green, her hair was a rich ruby. Nifli's eyes were a bright blue and when they met mine it was like drowning in a reflective pool. I suppose that's why Nifli and I decided to take things to the next step; she was a natural stunner. No matter how messy the bun of tangled, ebony hair atop her head became, how little she cared to appease others or even myself with her choice of clothes, Nifli was 100% natural. Maybe that's what got me into this mess?

I cleared my throat and stood up straight, placing my hands on my hips. "What is this?" I asked, gesturing to the mess Nilfi referred to as her 'get-to-it-later' pile. "My place didn't use to be like this. It's fucking ridiculous, Nifli." It was rare that I cursed and even if I said it rather coolly, Nilfi's pointed little ears twitched attentively. She lowered her phone and looked up at me with an almost perplexed expression, "W-Wha? I didn't think it was that bad."

It was, though. The small kitchenette was stacked high with old takeout containers, empty bottles of beer, wine, liquor and soda. There were piles of clothes everywhere, ranging from dirty workout gear to fancy lingerie, all equally soiled. "Yeah, it is."

Nilfi could be a hard ass, but now as I truly made my grievances apparent, she acted as though this were some grand revelation; had it been? "Ah shit, I'm sorry. I-I thought you liked it, hun."

"Liked it?"

Nilfi nervously bobbed on her heels, like a guilty child trying to explain their actions, "I see how ya get, when you get a real good whiff of me; it's like erm, pheromones? Or sumthin. I was watchin' this documentary—"

"Pheromones? 'How I get'?" This was all news to me. Perhaps her uncleanliness had been a simple miscommunication, but now my interest was thoroughly piqued; Nilfi had bought herself some time. "Enlighten me, Nilf."

Now she was on the spot, "Well, it's erm, hard to explain." A flash of inspiration caught in her eye, "Ah! Yeh, that's it; smell me."

"What," I guffawed, "no, you reek. Like seriously—"

"You humies really do talk a lot, just smell me." Nilfi, confident in her theory, lifted a tiny green arm high above her head and cocked back her stubbly little armpit for me to get a good whiff of. "Come on, I ain't gonna bite ya!" It was a playful chuckle, one that lowered my guard and reminded me of why I loved this annoying little bundle of lethargy.

"Fine, fine, fine, you brat." If obliging Nilfi would put this nonsense to rest then so be it. I leaned low, my tentatively curious nose mere inches from her prickly pit. My apprehension was not lessened by the knowledge that she'd been on a home workout binge for the past week and seldom bathed. Her natural scent was overwhelming, but the musk that filled my nostrils was a familiar one; I knew what it meant.

I sniffed deeply, taking in the sweet, yet slightly acrid odor. "Shit, you might be right." My words nearly came out as a moan, eyelids droopy with mild-melting arousal; I felt like an animal in heat.