Yep, it's Bolo

In a world where Djinn and their leftover artifacts are common-ish, it really is a surprise to Bolo that he's yet to find a magical artifact that could get him laid.

A lamp with some leftover magic? Some magic jewelry? A notebook with inexplicable powers? Nope. Nadda. Nothin'. Most artifacts were either stolen by Risky Boots and subsequently destroyed by Shantae, or they were stolen by someone else and destroyed by Shantae.
Really, the loveable caramel-skinned and heroic dork needs a good dicking down, which would be a heck of a lot easier to give her if he could just find a way to make the damn wish.

Which leads him to where he is now, deep in the forests of Sequin Land hunting down whatever ruins were left relatively untouched, stumbling his way through the thick brush and sometimes managing to do some dungeon crawling... through a dungeon that Shantae cleared five games ago.
It was the fifth day of going through this futile little routine he had gotten himself into; wake up, pack up the camping stuff, wander aimlessly, hope he found something cool, set up camp when done exploring the presumably cool stuff.
It was a routine that Bolo was starting to get sick and tired of, especially since he couldn't fuck any of the other bikini babes that frequented the tropical paradise that was Scuttle Town in order to vent stress. As such, with the passing days, Bolo's thoughts drifted towards Shantae and her almost childish innocence regarding sex, or at least the facade she put up.

Bolo knew damn well that slut knew how much of a tease she was, dancing in the parlor every night when she wasn't saving the town. Not just simple dances too, but softcore pornographic dances! Twerking, shaking her tits, using a stripper pole without actually stripping; all of which she weaved into a magical and legitimate dance routine that drew the eyes to her most womanly figures.

Shantae knew exactly how she affected men, and Bolo knew damn well she was feigning innocence to get out of actually giving anything more. This fact, combined with the blue balls, drove Bolo's mind towards thoughts like "She should be required to suck the cock of anyone who asks" or "her pussy should be public property". Thoughts that completely fetishized and objectified what was a legitimately close friend of his.

And over the course of his expedition, this mindset would push that fact further and further aside.

"I just wish Shantae was the slut she was meant to be." Bolo thought aloud, his cock beginning to take control of his imagination. "Fuck, every slut in Scuttle Town needs to just own the fact that they're sluts. Fuck, why can't the whole world just be slutty?" Bolo said to the greenery around him, not noticing the dip in the terrain or how the plant life suddenly ceased around a small crater, still slightly on fire from a recent meteor impact.

When Bolo picked himself up after a rather embarrassing and comedic fall, his eyes immediately latched onto a lamp, just like out of legend, and immediately lunged for it. No thought, no questioning, no hesitation, and presumably no regrets.