Ben 10 belongs to its respectful owners, not me. It's legal, isn't it?
"Oh, my beloved Master," Psyphon cooed to his newly constructed Vilgax body pillow. He squeezed it tightly. "Now we will be together forever!"
"Dearly beloved," began the Elvis costumed preacher," we are gathered here to unite in unholy matrimony, this sycophantic alien cyborg, and this dakimakura...which means hug pillow for the nonweeaboos out there."
Psyphon cuddled the giant body pillow with an anime drawing of his dear lord Vilgax upon its width and length while the preacher continued the ceremony.
"You may now kiss the...groom? I'm venturing a guess that you're the waifu here," said the preacher.
Psyphon shrieked with glee. He began to make out with Vilgax's painted, scowling lips. The members of Psyphon's gang threw rice and shot their various lasers into the air. Psyphon and his husbando raced out of the chapel to begin their glorious honeymoon.
Vilgax watched in a mix of disgust and relief as his former lackey, and obvious psychopath, got into a pink and purple space ship and left the planet.
"Well...that happened," Vilgax said. He shrugged. "Time to go make plans to murder Ben Tennyson, steal the Omnitrix, and conquer the universe."
10 bazillion miles away...on planet Eros, Psyphon and his Vilgax pillow had a fine honeymoon that culminated with a steamy humping session on the beach.
"Oh, Vilgax," Psyphon groaned as he forced the pillow repeatedly into his rectal port chamber, "I will always...be...with...you. My...ONE TRUE LOVE! HHNG!"
He then exploded out of sheer joy and intense overstimulation. It was his first, best, and last orgasm.
The End