4 Getting Clothes

Michael after riding the horse, went into an inn: A bar with rooms that can be rented. He was glad to be off of the horse since. His balls hurt a lot, ALOT. This was due to his newbie horse riding skills. As he groped his balls to sooth them under his cloak. While doing so the horse looked over and gave him a nasty look, then gleefully pranced back to the castle. Now Michael was recalling what had just happened.

'Wait the King said something to me when I was falling. What was it? I think I heard some magical word, what was it?.'

While rubbing his forehead he walked up to the bar counter. Everyone looked at him as he walked in and kept staring.

'Why are they staring?'

Michael felt a little too breezy down below. He looked down and reminded himself that he was only wearing the robe the princess gave him. He now knew that all the men in the building where now comparing sizes. But is was pointless, clearly Michael's little buddy wasn't a little buddy like the inn's residents. Michael clearly had a big buddy. If this was not true then everyone else had a tiny buddy.

'I need some clothes.' he thought.

Michael looked to the stool to the left of another occupant. He was a big bulky man drinking a liter of beer. He was wearing leather pants and a bear fur vest. The vest showcased his big biceps. Michael turned to his left and looked into his eyes.

"Give me your clothes and your horse." Michael was serious.

Seeing this the man then stood straight up. He stared into the depths of Michael's eyes. Then he began smoothly and seductively taking off his vest. Starting with, just the shoulder. All while staring at Michael. 'Why the fuck did I pick this guy!? Wait I can't assume he's a guy now!' Screamed Michael on the inside.

The big man's vest was now slipping off of his left shoulder.

'I don't want this, I want big BOOBS!'

sfx.CHOOO CHHOOOOOO The train of thought had now hit Michael's conscious. Making a big bloody mess on the train tracks in his head. Making him remember the magical words the king used to plead to him.

'Wasn't the King offering me BOOBS! and the PRINCESS'S BOOBS at that! I missed out BIG TIME!... Oh well, they will probably find me later on, I can ask about it then. I need to take care of what is in front of me right now.'

"Stop that it's disgusting."

"Oh, so your that type! he-he."

"Oi stop that your scaring him." A man in a plain white shirt who had short black flowing hair along with a fancy mustache interrupted. He was the bartender.

"Sorry about that, he gets riled up easily." He smiled faintly.

"But you can't blame him. With the way your dressed and all...." The bartender looked at Michael up and down at wits' end. This man had a clearly expensive robe on but nothing underneath? It was truly strange. Putting away his slightly distraught look. He reached under the counter and took out clothes.

"Here take these clothes and get changed in the restroom overthere." He pointed to the left of the bar towards an oak door.

"Thanks, do I need to pay you anything?" Michael wondered.

"No just cover up for pete's sake." The bartender paused.

"Also came back as a customer later, to find the store ask around for Denal, thats me." He pointed his thumb towards himself with a smile.

"And this place is called Denal's bar."

"Thank you very much." Michael walked into the restroom.

"You messed up my fun." Pouted the muscley man at the stool.

"And you messed up my customer." Denal smiled back.