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Lunchtime was a time Lyos always looked forward to. An hour of guaranteed respite from his service - when you were on lunch break, you were ON lunch break, no matter how much the jerks screamed at you to worship them. Good food to fill his belly, as the resort's restaurant provided them meals gratis. A chance to replenish his energy and his sanity, especially on a rough day. And today had been a bit rough so far, for a particular reason he was griping about with some of his coworkers.

"I swear to Arceus, everyone is horny as fuck today. I've already had to lift my tail three times today! And one of them was a Cinderace who had me licking his feet...gyughghgh. It's so hard to keep a straight face around some of these people. But seriously, is there rut in the air or something?"

Unas shrugged nonchalantly. "I think it's just you. I'm kinda jealous you're getting all the action today, personally."

"Yeah, I'd sure trade with you," agreed Cinna. "All I've been getting all day are dry and boring folks, including a couple I WISH would ask for a romp."

Lyos sighed. It was his fault, really, for expecting sympathy from a fucking Lucario and Lopunny. "You could HAVE them, if I could get them to you. How is it possible that I'm getting more attention than you two? Who's looking at the employee list, seeing you out there, and skipping over you and going for the Charmeleon?"

"If you find out, let me know, because I'd like to channel whatever vibe you're giving off." The average Lucario certainly did not fit the stereotype that had been painted on them in erotic material - Lyos had enough experience to know that quite a few of them were not fond of the soft, submissive, slutty image and fucked like they had a chip on their shoulder, and he'd taken more than his share of those knots as proof. Unas, however, might have walked right out of a porno - he was quick to lift his tail, willing to take just about anyone, and had a mildly effeminate and decidedly submissive demeanor. It wasn't unheard of to see him wearing a maid uniform here and there during his service, something which some Pokémon apparently got a kick out of - somehow, despite nudity being the norm, racy clothing could be even more enticing.

Cinna also played somewhat to stereotype, having the high sex drive and eagerness to breed that one might have foreseen out of the image of the Lopunny - though, she was certainly no passive participant, more than willing to be the pushy partner and take the lead riding a dick, something Lyos could tell got some guys' crank turned. It wasn't quite his thing, he liked to be the one moving himself, but he'd been getting precious little of that so at this point he'd probably take what he could get. "You'd think you'd be enjoying yourself a little bit more, getting all that action. It's really a perk for this kind of position, some people would love to have this kind of fortune."

"Yeah, well, that's some people, that's not me."

"Ease up on him, Cinna, he's still trying to pretend he doesn't enjoy it," snickered Unas.

Lyos growled at him, futile as it was; the Lucario was utterly convinced that Lyos was just putting up a front and enjoyed being the subby buttslut he was obligated to be. No amount of declarations otherwise would convince him, and Lyos had more or less given up trying, though he still put up a defense here and there. "Not all of us are Whorecarios, you know."

"You'll be a lot happier when you just embrace the looseness. Then getting nailed three times in the morning will be a great day rather than something to grumble about."

"Until they start getting nasty. Ain't nothing saving that."

"What's so nasty about a bit of foot licking?" Cinna remarked. "Come on, that's kinda tame stuff, and it's like one of the most common fetishes out there."

"So what?" shot back Lyos. "I know it's common, lord knows I see enough of it. And sure, maybe I'm the strange one out here for finding it a huge boner killer. But dammit, it's not like I went and took a pill that made it that way, that's just how I react to it. You guys wanna slurp all over some paw, have at it, no spark off my tail, but leave me out of it."

"He's just an odd little lizard, don't hold it against him," said Unas casually.

Cinna shrugged. "I suppose. But I sure as hell wouldn't have a problem doing a bit of paw worship on a fit Cinderace, maybe I'll have to go find him and give him one to remember."

"You're welcome to it, maybe he'll forget about me next time if you do a good enough job..." Lyos trailed off a bit as he saw someone approaching across the plaza, making a beeline for their table. He was groaning before the Sandslash even got there. "Fuck's sake, Doma, does 'lunch break' not mean anything to you?"

"Course it means something, it means good eats and off da feets," replied the grinning dirt rodent.

"Careful, Lyos has something against those," cracked Cinna.

"Can it, bunny. Doma, why are you looking for me and why can't it wait?"

"You're too uptight, bud. One would think getting a couple hundred dickings would loosen you up a bit! But anyway, it's not something you have to jump on right away, after lunch is fine. You've gotten another personal request."

"Seriously?" groaned Unas. "What's he got that I don't?"

"You wanna take it, I'll gladly hand it over," Lyos grumbled.

Unas looked more than ready to agree, but Doma shot that one down quick. "Not a chance, they asked for a Fire-type specifically, they knew what they wanted. But chin up! It's a Snivy named Rodain, they might even want you to be on the other end for once!"

Lyos perked up at that. "A Snivy? Huh...that's possible." Smaller Pokémon certainly weren't guaranteed to sub for larger ones - Lyos had had plenty do the opposite just for the sake of proving that. But they WERE more likely to, because the Pokémon body was built to enjoy a bit of a stretch in those sensitive areas. So perhaps this would be an actual opportunity to have a bit of fun more on his preferred terms. "Yeah, okay...I'll, uh, I'll get to them as soon as lunch is over, won't be too much longer."

"Good! I'll let them know you'll be on your way shortly. Unas, don't give me that look, don't pretend you haven't gotten nailed twice today already."

Lyos looked over at the Lucario in disbelief as Doma trod away. "Twice? You were acting like it was a fucking dick desert out there!"

"Yeah, well...it wasn't three times." It was a test of Lyos' burgeoning self-control to not fire off an Ember at the damned jackal's face.

---

Following his lunch break, Lyos went off in search of the Snivy. Not always an easy task, there were generally hundreds of Pokémon at the resort on a given day and it wasn't uncommon for multiples of the same species to be there. But the Charmeleon know that Doma would have been more specific if he thought he needed to be, so he had to assume that at this point in time, there weren't too many options.

All the while, he wondered what he might be called on for. His hopes were for a nice chance to take hold of that slender snaky body and rail away at it, but that was only one possibility of many, and he wasn't getting himself too excited - it was a pretty rare ask. Some little guys liked to reverse it up on him, and that was generally not his favorite thing, because there was an added little bit of clawing at his pride for being worked by a smaller guy - and lately, in particular, they seemed to be going for his slit a lot, which was even more embarrassing, partly because it made him look even subbier and partly because he was so godsbedamned sensitive in there that he never could stop himself from moaning like a bitch. Still, he would have taken that over any number of other possibilities...you got all kinds at the resort, and Lyos had had to put up with all those kinds. Some of the kinks he'd had to satisfy still made him shudder...Lyos did not consider himself a particularly kinky Pokémon, even some of the tamer stuff wasn't going to do it for him, and plenty of what was asked for wasn't tame at all. There were a few things that were outright banned at the resort, sparing him from having to indulge those, but there were still plenty of fetishes that he considered outright filthy that were in play, and it was at least a weekly occurrence that he was put through one of them. Often foot play, which he knew was weird to others, but he just didn't like it. But there were other things, too...it didn't help that he was a popular one for some filth stuff, since as a Fire-type his body was pretty inhospitable to any disease-causing micro-organisms, so it was considered less hazardous. Yeah, to his physical health, but not to his sanity or his boner.

It tended to vary by type, as well. Water-types often thought nothing of watersports, which Lyos definitely did not enjoy. He would much rather be hosed down by their water attacks (exhausting as that was) or even by their seed than be pissed on or in. Fighting-types had potent musky scents and could sometimes be insistent on making him huff or lick the most odiferous parts of them, and they tended not to appreciate him gagging in disgust. Poison-types could be especially rank as well, able to synthesize compounds that were truly nasty, and some of them enjoyed spewing poison on him or in him, making him feel nauseous and weak while he was fucked...he was okay with the ones that made his head spin or made him feel like he was super drunk, he supposed, but not the ones that left him heaving. Probably the worst encounter he'd had at the resort was a Muk who sucked him into his body and constantly masturbated him while he was encased in the ooze of that sludgy mass; his snout was exposed so he could breathe, but he had to take in that rank, foul odor the Muk gave off, and this continued for well over an hour because the Muk was adamant on making him cum when his body was about as anti-aroused as possible. It wasn't until the Muk gave up and dosed him up with a synthesized aphrodisiac that Lyos got off, and even then neither of them seemed particularly satisfied by that. All in all, it probably said something pretty big that Lyos would have gladly taken being forced to serve Kitall twice daily if it meant an end to the gross stuff; at least the Feraligatr just wanted to fuck him.

So, really, he was hoping that at worst he would be getting topped by a bratty little snake looking to lord over a bigger guy. Maybe not his favorite thing in the world, but he'd gained a bit of perspective in his time at Mystic Aura Springs - the normal experience he had to deal with was way on the good side of the continuum of awfulness. But he'd also gained a sense of strategy - hope for the best, brace for the worst. Steeling himself against the latter prospects helped him deal with them better, and improved his mood when it wasn't one of those...maybe he was getting the hang of this control thing yet.

He finally found Rodain, lounging in a chair that was far too large for he, and wearing a pair of sunglasses that also looked far too large for him. He tsked a bit as he saw Lyos approach. "Took your time getting here, didn't you?"

Lyos bit back his irritation. "Apologies, sir, I was on break."

"Of course you were. Well, you're here now, and that's what counts. Now then...I hope you're ready for what I'm asking of you. I don't want to hear any complaints or arguments."

"Of course not, sir. I'm here to serve."

"Perfect. Now, why don't you show me what it is you have to offer me? Show me that red-hot poker I crave."

"Yes, sir." Lyos tried to keep his voice even, even as excitement was bubbling within him. Someone who wanted his dick! Maybe today was his day after all. That alone was enough to get him stoked up, though he also used his claw to help him get hard - he'd gotten oddly less shy about poking around his own slit to stimulate himself, he couldn't remember ever having done that before his service, but he couldn't deny it worked pretty well. Soon enough his cock was standing proud at attention, steaming and slightly wet with his natural fluids. It hadn't gotten nearly enough use lately, he didn't even have the desire to jerk off most of the time with how much sex he already got. He hoped that wasn't affecting it, there were always rumors that if a male Pokémon that didn't use their dick enough, it would start to get smaller. It was something that was on his mind here and there, he didn't really know if it was true but he caught himself looking down from time to time, wondering if it really had shrunken down...there WERE cases where they could get smaller, certain types of effects or interventions, but could it really just happen? He tried not to let this little bit of anxiety show towards Rodain, wanting to project confidence and eagerness only.

The Snivy looked it over, scrutinizing it like he was shopping. "Not bad...I've had larger, though."

"I'm sure you have, sir." That, at least, he wasn't taking personally - bigger mon, bigger dick, and Charmeleons were certainly smaller than quite a few others. And Snivy, being snakes, were especially stretchy, and much more willing to take on the larger size differences.

"Hm, watch those presumptions, others might not take so kindly to them. You'll definitely do, though, I've had a yen for a nice hot dick and you seem suitable for that task. And eager enough, too, which I appreciate."

"I aim to please, sir. Just lie back and I'll take very good care of you."

"Lie back? Ah-ah, I don't think so." Lyos started. Surely he couldn't have been misinterpreting those signals? He opened his mouth to question, but it was clamped rapidly shut by a sudden vine wrapping around it, and suddenly he was pulled up to the chair and down eye-to-eye with Rodain, who was wearing the broadest grin possible on such a small creature. "Seems like someone's getting a little bit ahead of themselves. We're gonna be doing this MY way."

Lyos didn't really have time to ask what that meant, as more vines caught his limbs. One on each ankle, one on each wrist, one around his tail - how many vines did this freaking snake HAVE? Before he knew what was happening, their positions had flipped, he was on his back on the chair as the vines wrapped and pulled taut, efficiently strapping him down onto his back on the chair with his arms pulled up over his head. He could only wriggle a bit and shift his hips up and down...he'd been bound before, it was one of those fetishes that he was generally more tolerant of, at least if it was on its own, but this was the first time he'd been tied to a chair directly. And Rodain had done a damn good job with it, he had to admit.

His mouth was released, but he didn't speak - Lyos didn't have to ask what was going on, it was fairly obvious. Rodain smirked at him. "Good boy, you catch on quick. I'll be sitting on that fat staff soon enough, but before that, I want another side of you." The vine that had been around Lyos's mouth now reached back and coiled around his cock, squeezing and stroking it gently, keeping him reliably at full mast as he pushed himself up so that his groin was at snout level with the Charmeleon. That puffy slit looked primed and ready for something to be pushing out, but no sign of the expected twin shafts was present.

"Now then...I've gone to a lot of effort for this, so I do hope you won't disappoint. Mm, you know, sometimes having cocks can be such a pain when most of what you want is something going inside you...particularly in your most sensitive areas. But I desire to use them just enough to not want to be rid of them entirely...it took a lot of work with the help of a psychic to be able to ensure that, when I wanted to, they'd remain stubbornly inside if I wanted them to, even at full hardness. All so I can get a Fire-type's spicy tongue as deep in as it can possibly go. So, let's see you get to it, work that tongue and there and slurp at me until I shoot."

Lyos didn't need to be told twice - that sweet scent with a hint of tart was enticing enough on its own. He tilted his head forward, lapping around the Snivy's slit, working it more and more open - going in was definitely the goal and he didn't want to keep Rodain waiting, but he wanted to make sure it was nice and loose to start with. From the moans he was getting, Rodain didn't seem to mind, at least at the outset...but the way he started pushing into it, it was clear he was seeking more. It might have been easier if he could use his hands, but Lyos had trained himself not to have that luxury.

Forward he went, letting his slightly forked tongue pierce into that opening - not the tightest squeeze ever but he still felt a good pressure. It got more so deeper in, when he felt the space start to constrict...that had to be Rodain's cocks, swollen and trapped, aching for use and release. Lyos couldn't truly judge, but from what he could feel, he had doubts that they were at all undersized, despite obvious signals that they weren't called into action all that often...well, that was a reassuring thought. It did mean he tad to push a bit harder, find spaces to squeeze around to get deeper, but hearing Rodain's hisses and moans of "yesssssss" told him he was doing the right thing.

And he was enjoying it, too. It was hard NOT to enjoy, really - the scent and taste of Snivy was delectable and enticing, and the sounds of pleasure coming from someone he was pushing into, rather than the other way around, was so deeply rewarding, even if it was still with him not in charge. He could almost feel other eyes on him, spurring him on to perform the best he could, in the faintest of faint hope that it might inspire them to seek similar treatment. He was pushing in as deep as his tongue would go, leaving hissing burning sensations on ultra-sensitive spots, the cocks and slit both getting worked over at the same time for the most part. Every now and then Rodain would squeeze down, and Lyos felt his tongue get trapped, pulsing heat through every bit of Snivyflesh that made contact with him. And it would stay tight while he slowly, forcefully dragged his tongue out, making sure the heat was accompanied by a rubbing that stroked over those same spots and added to the pleasure.

Over and over he did that, the two working in tandem to make sure Rodain's lust was burning hot in many ways. Before long, Lyos could feel a throbbing against his tongue as those cocks edged closer to their limits...now was the perfect time to pull out a trick he'd been taught, a little thing he was sure would be the ideal tipping point. As his snout pressed against the slit and his tongue delved in deep as it could, he blew a light jet of fire out of his mouth...a bit of that flame bathed the outside of the slit, but more of it carried along his conductive tongue, sending a searing blast all along his organ into the deepest recesses of Rodain's slit, probably carrying further than his tongue could even reach to the innermost crevices.

The effect was immediate and volatile. Rodain yelled out, clamping his hands on the sides of Lyos's snout and bucking a bit as he came hard. A sudden flood of seed burst from the snake's slit, and Lyos had to work to catch it in his mouth, using his tongue as best he could - that slit didn't want to let it go, and the cocks had swelled a bit more, locking part of it inside for the moment. But he could get a little bit of movement out of it thanks to its length, and worked it back and forth to try to pull as much Snivy seed into his maw as he could, aided by its natural stickiness and thickness. The back-and-forth motion helped milk Rodain a little, he was quite productive for his size, even for a Pokémon, and Lyos had taken a few mouthfuls and swallowed them down before the shots tapered off. It still took a bit before he had loosened up enough for Lyos to pull all the way out, allowing his tired tongue a good bit of rest.

"Hot...damn..." Rodain settled himself down on Lyos's stomach, panting a bit. "That was fucking amazing...I knew I had a good pick here, long lizard tongues are SO much better at that than any other...thin enough to get in easy but long enough to dive in deep. And that fire trick, hah, that's a new one to me, but you better believe I'm gonna make sure others try it out. Heh, looks like you enjoyed yourself, too, drinking me down like that..."

"Very much so, sir." No effort needed for that one - first-form Grass-types were almost always the best tasting of any Pokémon. Later evolutions were also generally pretty tasty, but their seed was so thick and syrupy and sugary that it could be too much, overwhelming at times...most prominent in final evos, less so in middles but they were still pretty strong-tasting. First evos had that almost perfect balance, thicker than most other types and more mildly sweet with a hint of tartness that balanced it out...it was the one most often used in actual cooking, and Lyos could absolutely see why. Of course, the taste could be affected by diet, more so with Grass-types than others, but rarely did it ever actually get bad unless another type was added to the mix - Poison-type, to be specific. They weren't universally bad-tasting, as much as it might have seemed like it - rather, they had very good control over how they tasted. And some sadistic Poison-types enjoyed making themselves taste utterly foul...another bit of unpleasantness he'd experienced first-hand. "You were as delicious as I would have expected."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, but I appreciate it anyway. Now then, I think we need to get to the main event. Though I'm sure YOU'RE ready, with how much pre you're leaking over my vine." Lyos blushed a bit, he could feel his hot liquid trickling down his cock around the vine that was coiled around it. "Such an eager boy, you've done a good job holding back for me, haven't you?"

"Mrrr, y-yes sir..." Lyos's claws curled as that vine squeezed around him again. It really hadn't been moving fast enough to make him blow, but it certainly did put him closer to the edge...not that he was going to say that, he'd rather take the compliment as it was offered.

"Good. Let's see how much I've stoked those flames of yours." Rodain unwrapped the vines from Lyos's cock and tail, using them to lift himself up and onto the tip of the Charmeleon's staff. He pulled himself down just enough to secure himself in place, hissing in pleasure along with Lyos's moan as the first inch or two of his dick was enveloped in yielding tightness. He'd been missing this sensation for a while, it felt good to get it again...and the best was yet to come, too.

He had expected Rodain to ease himself down at the start, but the Snivy had other ideas, and Lyos let out a sudden cry as those vines pulled hard and slammed the snake on his stake. The forceful impalement got a long, low hiss of bliss out of Rodain and a jet of searing pre from Lyos to fill him right up. That sudden rush was hard to fight, but he was doing his best to hold himself back...it was about the only thing he could do in his state, pretty much at the mercy of whatever Rodain desired. This certainly hadn't gone to expectation, even though he was getting a tight ass around his dick, he was still not in control of anything...yet, Lyos certainly wasn't feeling any lack of excitement or pleasure from it, not the way his heart was racing in excitement at the heat was churning off of him.

Those vines tightened a bit more around his limbs as Rodain stiffened them more, using them to push himself up from the Charmeleon's cock and then yank himself back down. It was a jerky, unsteady pace, the nature of the method he was using, but neither Pokémon seemed to mind at all - Rodain's moaning was loud and euphoric, if sounding taxed, and Lyos's cries were blissful as could be. The heat around them was intense, as was the heat inside the Snivy as more of Lyos's precum spurted inside, so much coming out that it was dribbling down his shaft and splattering all over his crotch. Those weren't the only ones, as some fluids were leaking from Rodain's slit as well, the sticky thick stuff dribbling down to sizzle and hiss as it met the blazing-hot precum of the Charmeleon, sending a sweet and spicy scent into the air.

Lyos was fighting a losing battle against his efforts to hold himself back, and had started to buck up into Rodain as the snake pulled himself down. It wasn't much, he could only move so far, but it was enough that he was definitely getting some extra pleasure out of it, and judging by Rodain's voice, so was he. "Ooh, yeah, feisty lizard, give it to me, show me what you can do...haah, so hot, it feels so good..."

Given such permission, Lyos didn't hold himself back any more - not that it meant much in practice, he could only buck as much as those vines would allow. But it certainly helped add to the intensity, especially as Rodain's energy seemed to be flagging in the heat, sweat beading down the snake's scales and his mouth open in a heavy pant. He still kept up his own end of the pace despite this, though, rocking up and down on that thick Charmeleon staff, squeezing it tight to try to provoke Lyos's release. Lyos could feel himself throbbing, he was going to go off at any moment, and knowing that was what was wanted, he didn't try to stop it this time.

One last slam down, and Lyos went off, his steamy spunk geysering into Rodain and filling the Snivy with his infernal essence. This got a somewhat weary cry out of Rodain, and just a second or two later he was cumming as well, his syrupy spunk pouring out of his slit to steam and hiss on the Charmeleon's scales. The scent of lust and pleasure was so heavy in the air now that it was almost making Lyos's head spin, his rapturous calls drawing attention of what few bystanders hadn't already taken notice of the erotic display. Fingers and toes curled in intense delight, his hips writhing up into that serpent's rear as it squeezed and clenched on him, drawing yet more gushes of volcanic jizz into that heat-sensitive body.

Rodain finally ran out of energy and slumped forward, taking Lyos's cock with him as he thumped onto the Charmeleon's stomach and chest, into his own sticky mess. The vines went slightly slack, but not enough that Lyos was really getting out, not that he seemed to be in much of a hurry. Rodain looked quite wiped out, but was grinning widely, patting Lyos's chest. "Heh...well, that was a fine performance from you. Really hit the spot...seems like you enjoyed that quite a bit, didn't you?"

"Haah...y-yes, sir...quite a lot..." panted Lyos, trying to make his body relax a bit. "You were...quite fantastic, sir..."

"Naturally. But you were quite capable as well. I'll have to seek you out again next time I'm around and have this kind of itch to scratch. Mm, glad they have a nice strapping male Fire-type on staff here...ah, but I suppose you're in high demand, so I shouldn't keep you too long." Lyos felt the vines around his limbs loosen further and then finally uncoil, leaving his arms and legs free to move around once more. They felt a bit stiff, and he had to move them around a bit to get them back in order. By the time he was ready, his cock had pulled from Rodain and the Snivy had gotten off of him, flopping back in his chair as Lyos moved from it. "Nn, yeah, gonna just...bathe in the heat for a bit...you wouldn't mind grabbing me a nice cool drink, would you?"

"No problem, sir, I'll be right back." He was kind of a mess, but it wouldn't be the first time he'd have to fulfill requests before getting a chance to clean up. And for this guy, Lyos was feeling particularly accommodating.

---

A short while later, Rodain had his drink, and Lyos had his chance to freshen up. He wouldn't have minded having that scent on him for longer, but most guests preferred their attendants to not look so sloppy unless they were the ones making the mess. He was back on duty before long, and back to doing as he usually did, though he was in a better mood than usual.

There was only one minor thing nagging at him. He'd enjoyed Rodain quite a lot, the rare chance to top was something he had to savor...yet, he couldn't help but feel like, even topping, he'd more or less been the bottom. Everything about that had been Rodain in charge, leading the way, using him for his satisfaction, and making sure Lyos still had to play the role of obedient servant for him. Even if that had involved been the one to penetrate, it somehow felt almost as though it was scarcely any different from the times he'd bent over and been used in the other way.

That wasn't what bothered him - it was more the fact that he might have found it hotter than any of the times he'd ACTUALLY been in charge. Being used like that should have been less satisfying that being the user, being the one in control and dictating the pace of the action, even if it was still good, but it might have been MORE so, and that was just a touch disconcerting. He was just a temporarily inconvenienced alpha-type, surely he should have been desiring the take-charge approach more, right?

But he was intent on not letting that affect him too much. After all, he'd gotten a rare chance to enjoy sticking it in something, even if it was more something pushing itself on him, he was certainly not going to be upset about that even remotely. Perhaps just the lack of opportunity was what made that feel so desirable even in a different context, and if that was how he was going to get his chances here, he'd not turn down a single one. After all, he had a feeling that such chances still weren't going to be the norm for him...

Certainly not that day, though that didn't mean he wasn't getting attention, as not more than fifteen minutes after he'd gotten cleaned up, his tail was grabbed and yanked by a Swampert as he was passing. "Hey, now, where's that cute butt of yours going without a nice healthy dose of my mud in it?"

"Nnn...not...far, clearly, sir." Lyos didn't bother fighting it, but not far away, he could see Unas giving him a glare. And it wouldn't be the last of the day, as the particularly horny clientele would be giving him several more rounds before the day was done...and he had a feeling that he'd be seeing that maid outfit on the Lucario for a few days to try to turn the attention back to himself. As far as Lyos was concerned, he could have it all he wanted, but he doubted his own popularity would ever wane completely...even if he didn't know why he had it in the first place.