Pants.

Walking down the street, you quickly realize that he was completely right. Your skin might be resistant to being cut, but the cord tied just above your knee is quickly getting uncomfortable. “I guess I better find some pants.” Looking around you find a tailor that looks like they specialize in light armor. Looking around a young man a bit over 20 you'd guess, with strong arms, thick but not exactly fat torso, and strong wide facial features, sporting a thin black mustache and a shaved head walks up to you, “You looking for armor, or some nice leather clothes?”

“Well I don't know what I want exactly. I think I will look around a bit.”

“Of course, I don't have much on display, but you are welcome to look at what I do have. Shall I take your measurements?”

“That would be fine.” He then proceeds to measure you head to toe. “You tailor fit all of your clothes?” You ask him while he is working on you.

“Yes of course.” He quickly finishes, then returns to lacing a suit of armor with thick metal plates on leather backing. It doesn't take very long at all before you find something that seems to call to you. It is a pair of rather small pants that you are pretty sure would go just below your knees, with a little slit on each side of the leg at the bottom. “See something you like?” He is right there as you are looking them over. “Here let me help you try them on.” He grabs a pair that he seem sure is very close to your size, then helps you step into them. The pants fit like a glove, once he laces up the back, you are amazed at just how tight they are, but still remarkably comfortable, 'possibly because of your hardened skin?' You think as he asks, “I will shorten them a bit if you like, but they seem to fit you pretty nicely. How do they feel?”

“Wonderful. The length is fine. Looking down you see they sit very low on your hips, and stop just as you thought, right below your knees. You also find you can bend, crouch, and even do something you weren't sure you could do, the splits. “I'll take them. How much?”

“I actually have two pairs just like that, if you want you can have both for 65 silver.”

Flashing him a smile, you pull out three gold coins. “How about three gold?”

“Well I don't usually negotiate.”

“What if I suck your dick.”

You catch him off guard with that one, and after stammering a bit he says, “Sure.” First you pull back on the gun belt, tie it off just above your knee, and as intended, you can't really feel it. Then you drop down in front of him, pull down his breeches, and take his 8” meat in your hand. The heft is rather nice, it is a pretty nice cock, you decide, roughly 2” diameter, you can just fit you hand around it, and squeezing a bit almost get your thumb and pointer finger to touch. Not even really thinking he grabs your horns, possibly to take off your hat, possibly to steady himself, “Those are real?” He asks, then adds, “What are you?” You decide not to bother answering, not with this nice thick cock in front of you. Sticking out your tongue, you lap at the base for a bit, then open wide, give it a bit of a suck and a gulp, and take his meat in to the hilt. “Oh hell, I don't care.” He takes hold of your horns like handles, and settles in for the ride. This guides you a bit, then as you get into it and start bobbing up and down on his thickening meat, he gets a bit rough, locks his hands on your horns, and starts pumping your face. You take it, not exactly sure why, but as he pounds away fucking your throat, you are quite happy. The nice saltyness of his meat, the way it glides in and out, causing the tinyist tinge of a gag each thrust, just all works somehow. Grabbing hold of his ass, you suck and slurp, drinking him for all he is worth. Sure enough, he gives you another treat, holding your head to his torso as hard as he can, while he shudders and rides the wave of pleasure your mouth has provided. Spent he lets go, but you don't give it up quite so quickly. You still drink a bit, sucking just a few drops more out, milking his soft member with your throat and mouth. Then as you pull out, just for the hell of it, you stick out your long sexy tongue and lick him base to tip. Standing you pull out three gold coins and press them into his palm. He doesn't even blink as you then lean in and suck his lower lip into your mouth, letting him taste a bit of himself, and give him a nice parting kiss.

Once again you head out into the street, sporting a new sexy pair of pants, tucking your little tiny skirt and second pair into your backpack, then slinging it back over your shoulder. “Perhaps some shoes?” You muse as you stroll on, when a rather loud bar catches your ear. The laughter and cheers almost mask a sweet sound of a female voice, singing a rather catchy tune. Like a sirens beckons to you.