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His feet were just so grimy. So fucking nasty. So plush, and thick, and fat, too. Like wet, meaty, silicone pillows. And of course they were. He could only float around for so long before his magic started to wear out. Between the time it took to find a village, corrupt its leaders, fuck them silly, and come back, those soles would be completely drenched in sweat.
And that’s the way he loved to have them, anyhoo! All nice, and sore, and ready to laze the fuck out. Ready to on his perfect, comfy throne by the time he was home, so his adorable, subservient little minions could worship the living hell out of his dirty fucking feet.
They were his trophies. The legendary heroes that were going to save the world. And they were just so completely fucking horny for him. It really turned him on, knowing that everybody was wondering what had happened to the prophesied saviors, and that they were right here, rushing over to him like kobolds to their dragon.
The transformation was coming along fantastic, too! Quilava was shaping up to be an adorable trash heap of a fire demon, always so fucking eager to serve, like a little slut. Never putting up the slightest bit of resistance. Heh heh. The legendary Quilava as his impish hornball. Damn near made his ego cum.
At least Dewott tried resisting once in a blue moon. A little bit of a ‘wait, what am I doing’, or an ‘rmmmph… this is wrong’, every now and then. But it was happening less and less, and more often than not, nowadays, it was just a dumb joke. They loved being a plaything to the darkness, honestly. Screw all that hero of light bullshit. He was right here, worshipping his powerful master, and servicing evil just felt so right.
Oh, how good it felt to have them moan, and lick, and rub into his feet. They were so rubbery, and smooth, and soft, and nice to worship. So good for them to accept that they were completely beneath this wonderful demon man. Gengar sure thought it was their rightful place! Look at how happy they were! What, were they just gonna settle down, cook, and buy groceries every day after they saved the world? Boooooooring! This was way better!
The world was plunging into darkness, baby, and nobody was going to be around to save it! The only living counters to the dark lord were right here, and they were having the time of their life! Letting sweat drip onto their foreheads! Obeying, spreading the corruption, being good little fucktoys! Oh, yeah, this made him feel fucking amazing! Worship my feet, heroes! Not trying to fight it? Too bad! Game over!
You see, this was why you didn’t make heroic prophecies public and widespread knowledge. It was so easy to make them not come true. The future was never set in stone, but Gengar thought that he might have changed the course of it with little effort. Did he mention that the legendary heroes were his eager fucking sluts? No?
Didn’t matter. The fate of the world had been sealed, all because of some grody feet and a hot red bod. And that would be the way it remained for a very, very long time.