Tik: Ew, it stinky here! How can thing be sexy if smelly?
Han: Many fragrances are only natural, especially in the reproductive act. But in some cases, it is a sense of home that makes people nose-blind to some of the oddest fragrances. Today, we have examples of both.
Tik: Yes, Yes. One side is a Lily Nymph, Rafflesia. Tik Tik knew Nymph like this, but this one different.
Han: Quite… and on the other side is the self-proclaimed King of Garbage, Roody, a raccoon who lives in squalor.


Roody appears in the massive landfill, pilled with garbage as far as the eye can see and even beyond. The blue raccoon sniffs the air and nods. “Well, they said I’d be in strange places, but this feels right at home. Now, I’m in a sex-fight, right? Well, who am I sex-fighting? A cutie like Tik Tik?”
The light burns bright in front of him, and soon, he finds a large plant sitting before him with thick tendrils digging into the ground. “Oh, a parasite, huh? Well, then, I’ll cut you open and get to the goodness inside with this Royal Sword technique!”
Roody jams his paw into a pile of trash and produces a large, smelly fish, hardened by its time in the trash heap. He leaps into the air and slashes downwards at his apparent opponent. Just as his blade is about to pierce through the plant, the thing opens up with large red petals that flop out to cover a good chunk of their battlefield.
The wave of ungodly stench that hits him is enough to even give the trash king pause, and he mistimes his swipe, landing face-first in one of the petals.
The center of the gigantic flower is a wide opening, a bed for the reproductive system within, and sitting within, wiping the sleepies from her eyes, is a lily nymph, naked and blinking.
Roody scrambles to his paws, growling. “Ah, sleeping, are you, you odorful delight? Do you not know whom you face?” He stands up tall, placing a hand upon his chest. “I am Roody, the trash king, and you are in a land that I claim, and you can swear fealty to me by kissing my royal scepter!”
The nymph blinks, one eye covered by the giant petal on her head, and the wafting odor of death rising from that flower. Her eyes latched onto the scene before her, and she grabbed Roody’s waist, her mouth opening wide, drooling nectar and huffing out hot air onto his shaft.
“Oh, fuck, so eager!? Guess this is a sex fight, after all!” Roody chuckles, grabbing onto her petals and thrusting forward.
Rafflesia’s eyes roll back as the slapping sounds from Roody’s thrusts echo through the garbage heap. Still, even as he is enjoying himself, something is happening to mess with his victory. The vines on the giant lily that they ride upon creep upwards, heading straight towards the raccoon’s legs.
However, the Trash King is no fool, and he pulls his cock free, swiping at the vines with his fishy sword, smacking them away with loud, cartoonish slaps. “Hey, now, we’re having fun, and you’re pulling a cheap trick on me?”
Rafflesia says nothing but stands up slowly, her eager gaze turning into a sly sneer. That’s when Roody’s head starts to feel a little woozy, and he stumbles back. “Ugh… w… what’s happen…ing…” He slips down onto a nearby trash pile, groaning as the world around him spins.
Tik Tik gasps. “W… what the fuck fuck!?”
Hanioc bows its many angelic faces. “It appears that King Roody has not noticed how intoxicating the Lily Nymph’s perfumes can be. Most would smell her and run away, but to someone who lives in the trash, it is but another aroma that could easily take control of him.”
The Lily Nymph crawls towards him as Roody lies there, groaning, feeling his body swim, but his cock gets rock hard. She slides up him, letting her sex lick against his pole.
“Oh fuck, that’s good…” Roody says.
Rafflesia snickers, lowering herself onto him. But Roody’s eyes glimmer, and he wraps his legs around her. With a squeal, the Lily Nymph is knocked onto her back. The raccoon climbs atop of her. He presses her face against the garbage as he pins her down to the pile. “But you forget that garbage is my domain, and no organic thing in the garbage is going to have any reign over me!”
Rafflesia gasps, feeling the thick pole of the raccoon fill her, and he thrusts forward, filling her and fucking her, causing her to laugh and squeal and groan and moan.
Snickering, Roody keeps himself up, but the flower creeps up behind him nonetheless, and this time, the vines shoot out quicker, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him from Rafflesia.
Roody claws at the vines, tearing them off as Rafflessia crawls towards him, grabbing his cock and jerking him off.
The raccoon gasps, pushing his hips into the air when he feels those fingers pumping his shaft. “Aahch,, f-fuck!”


T: Lots back-forth happening. Tik Tik no know what expect.
H: Indeed, these two seem full of surprises, and I wouldn’t expect them to be done here and now.
T: Just like how nature can surprise with good and bad smells, they surprise us with more tricks and fun!
H: Yes, indeed, my little friend. Yes, indeed…
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Roody’s head swims. His mind focuses on the feeling of the plant fairy’s hand jerking him off with such speed and determination, that devilish grin spreading wider than it had any right to. The raccoon lays back, trying to push himself up. When he does, vines shoot from within Rafflesia’s hollow body, wrapping around his arms and his neck, pushing him back down to the ground.
“Oh, no!” Tik Tik gasps. “Really look bad for Roody now. Can get out of it?”
“So enamored by his position as king of the junkyard, that he didn’t think the stench of his domain would mask the hypnotic effect of Rafflesia’s rotten scent. This is what mortals like to call poetic.”
Roody coughs, squirming to get out from under the hold of the Lily Nymph. He chokes a few words out. “My… trash…?” and then gives the fey his own wide grin as well. “Yeah, MY TRASH!”
From around the mounds of refuse, rusty chains and columns of debris shoot out, grabbing onto the Lily Nymph’s neck and yanking her away from the raccoon. Her own vines do not let go of him and instead extend farther to compensate for her distance.
Now, both of the fighters are laying on the ground. They are far from each other, unable to pull their necks far enough to see the other. They have spread apart, the only connection between the two being the tentacles of plant matter and garbage groping at one another, feeling up bodies, twisting and flicking and rubbing and grinding.
“H… how’s that feel?” Roody boasts. “You can’t play against me in a garbage pile and expect to have me go down without a real fight! In fact, here’s another surprise for ya!”
The ground beneath Rafflesia's legs ruptures. Underneath pops up a bulbous-headed vibrator, busted and no longer buzzing. However, it is still phallic enough to work. It rushes in between her legs, penetrating her with a gasp from its target.
Rafflesia raises her hips up, shaking and rocking against the device. Roody snickers, only to feel the vine find its way down his body, wrapping around his cock again. “Agh… ah fuck!” The raccoon tries to get out of the hold. The vine squeezes and strokes, producing lubricant that makes the glide much smoother and increases the feeling of pleasure that the raccoon has.
The trash king squirms and tries to break free. There’s something about the way that the Lily Nymph is stroking him off. It’s just so rapturous! He can’t possibly fight it off if he is left to enjoy it.
While Rafflesia enjoys being filled by the various devices that the raccoon controls, she doesn’t seem to be near as aroused as he is.
“I… what did… nngh… you do…!?”
Like usual, the fairy doesn’t respond. Instead, the raccoon is left to follow up as Roody shoots cum up into the air,  the streams spurting up and signaling his orgasm to her.
With his climax, the control of his garbage breaks, and the Lily Nymph finds herself freed. She hops up to her feet and hums, walking over towards the raccoon, lifting him up with her vines so that he is held by arms, sitting on his knees, his cock dripping with his cum.
“It’s… it’s impossible… I’m the trash king…” he sighs. “But… but this feels… it feels so good…”
Rafflesia snickers and reaches down, stroking along his length with her fingers now. He just groans, closing his eyes and squirming. His cock, already drained from the first orgasm, throbs but comes to life, filling the attention that she seeks from it. She pushes him back, laying him down once more, straddling him, letting him fill her up.
With desire in her eyes, she moans, riding him, bouncing on him. Roody groans, thrusting upwards, becoming a thrall to her desires and his own. His cock is wonderful and rough, and there is so much he could show her, but she doesn’t let him, not with those hidden scents that hypnotized him into submission. Soon enough, he releases once more, this time inside the fairy.
Rafflesia stands up from him, his cum oozing down her thighs. She chuckles and steps back, letting the vines let go of him and leaving him to lay back, breathing deeply.
“That… that was… the most… intense… even… battle…” he says, staring off into the side. “This tournament… it isn’t as easy… as I thought.”
Tik Tik hops up on her chair. “Don’t worry, Roody! Lots fun more to have! Even if lose, you not out!”
“That’s correct,” continues Hanioc. “There are other opponents to face. With this new-found humility of yours, perhaps you will be able to face off against Rafflesia again and defeat her. But, for now, she is the winner. Rafflesia: Have you anything to say about your victory?”
The nymph giggles and places her hands behind her back, smirking and shaking her head.
“Very well, then. King Roody, you shall take a quick rest, and perhaps soon, you shall have yourself a good victory.”
“H… he.., maybe, maybe I can spend time with you, Tikky?”
Tik Tik gasps. “Ah, a king want spend time with Tik Tik?”
“Sure… that’s a good consolation, isn’t it?”
Tik Tik nods. “Oh, yes, yes. Meet at Nexus sometime, maybe have fun. Show Tik Tik what can do with trash.”
Roody closes his eyes and smiles. “Well, I suppose that is a good prize, after all…”