He-Man's Embarrassing Enchantment

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The field of battle was thick with the fog of war. Skeletor's forces pushed forward and it seemed as though they might take the victory this day, until...

"By the power of Grayskull!"

The deep cry echoed through the sky and in a flash of lightning the champion of Eternia appeared.

"I have the power!" He-Man proclaimed as he wielded his power sword and delved into the midst of his enemies.

He-Man's appearance changed the tide of battle almost immediately. On top of his fighting abilities, his presence emboldened his allies as well. From the sidelines of the conflict the pointed hat of a little Trollan magician could be seen bouncing around as it's wearer watched the fighting.

"Yeah! That's it He-Man! Get em! Show me who's boss!" Orko the magician said excitedly. "Oh no! Skeletor's sending another huge squad of baddies to fight He-Man! I can't just stay here and watch! I have to do something!"

Orko cracked his knuckles and wiggled his fingers. "OK magic, I know that you and I don't always see eye to eye. But this is to help out He-Man. So let's make sure we do a good job this time around!" He held out his hands and they began to glow.

"Oh magical powers hear my chants! Put a stop to our enemies' advance!" The Trollan cast his magic spell as sparks flew from his fingers, but instead of targeting the horde of enemies, the sparks made their way for his muscle-bound friend!

"Oh no no no!!! What have I done?! He-Man are you alright?!" Orko yelled.

He-Man could not hear his little friend's cries, nor did he feel any different after being hit by sudden magical sparks. Well, that wasn't entirely true. He had noticed that it had suddenly become a lot breezier around his midsection. But this was no time to worry about a sudden wind blowing against him! There were enemies to fight! Enemies that...had suddenly stopped for some reason. Enemies that were pointing at him with amused expressions on their faces.

"What in the name of Eternia is going on?" He-Man thought aloud.

The battle halted and attention turned towards He-Man. The familiar sounds of his arch nemesis Skeletor's maniacal laughter erupted from a small hilltop. But this wasn't just the normal cackling of an evil sorcerer. No, this had genuine mirth to it. In fact, the skull-faced fiend appeared to be having trouble controlling his laughter.

"Hey! He-Man!" Skeletor managed to get out in between fits of giggles. "This is a battle, not a barbecue! So what did you bring that small sausage and buns for?!" He began cackling again!

He-Man was genuinely confused. But then the breeze hit him again. This time he noticed it was more than just his midsection feeling the chill. Parts of his anatomy were being caressed by the wind's gentle touch that had no business being caressed.

He looked down at himself and realized that his furred loin guard was missing. It had completely vanished! In its place was the pale flesh of He-Man's exposed little power sword for all to see!

His warrior instinct kept him from dropping his blade, but this definitely made it all the more difficult to cover up his shame as he attempted to place his hands over his crotch.

Skeletor's laughter was joined by his minion’s. From the sidelines of the battlefield He-Man could hear the lamentations of his little friend Orko. "No! No! I said 'stop our enemies advance'! Not 'take off He-Man's pants'!"

The champion of Eternia began to turn so red from embarrassment that he almost looked like he was wearing the same colored clothes as the little Trollan magician. But he was here to defend this land! He wasn't going to let some indecent exposure allow Skeletor's horde to run wild. Keeping one hand over his exposed crotch he held his sword aloft with the other, expecting to see his enemies advancing towards him again. Instead he saw all his bemused looking enemies walking away.

"Pull back!" Came the yell from Skeletor's hilltop. "Retreat for now!" He stifled more giggles. "There is no way I can conduct this battle while laughing so much. Savor your victory for now!" More giggles. "But we'll meet on the field of battle again He-Dong!" and with that final proclamation the entirety of Skeletor's forces joined in on the cackling as they retreated.

While he was loath to turn his back on an enemy, He-Man could not deny that this was an ideal situation for the predicament he currently found himself in. He turned and ran towards Castle Grayskull.

"Nice butt!" he heard a giggling voice catcall at him from the hilltop.

As soon as he could get away from the ogling eyes of both his retreating enemies and amused allies he would transform back into his alter ego of Prince Adam.

He only hoped that Orko's magic wasn't so thorough that it had made Adams' pants disappear too…

Story written by fellow patron and friend Sid!