#2: Big Puss n' Boots

Expanded Viander #2: Big Puss n' Boots
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~Written by Xenny Diemes~
~Characters (c) 2011 Their Creators
This story contains content that maybe unsuitable for younger readers. Therefore it is advised that it's not suitable for those under the age of 18 or those who don't want to read material of this content.
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Sometimes it's insanely hard for the "big and tall" to get what they want. They can't get through hallways without having to duck down, Can't find that special suit or dress they always wanted because it's never available in "their" size and for the ladies it's especially hard to get one of the most desired items in their wardrobe: Shoes. Launa on the other hand doesn't have that problem because she doesn't adopt much into what the whole of women think since she's from a time which was much harder than it is now. It couldn't help make her feel a bit envious and also offended to those who wanted to live in the simple life, having no such idea of what it's really like back in her time.

Fashions come and go as mortals go when they constantly change their looks to make them more attracted to their own vanity or to their loved ones a a form of status. The trickster goddess is no exception to that rule... in a sense. She only cares of about two things when it comes to clothing: that it's forged by her own hand and that appeals to her incredibly muscle-bound physique without teetering on becoming nude or too offensive to her "victims" A good showing of cleavage and that incredible beefy bubble butt is all that she needs. Her muscles can do the rest of the job. But there was always one thing that is missing from her trademark attire that she didn't notice or care about for centuries until now: Her own shoes.

With the exception into that long walk into Scandinavia, the big catwoman has played, worked, and fought with bare feet, taking on a multitude of terrain that would cut, damage and even destroy a normal human foot to bits. So far, there has been no piece of surface that Launa hasn't walked on. Launa was just hanging around in a local town far from home in the desert where a local fair was going on and there, they have the famed slingshot ride she heard so much about. Launa gave the thing a try and the setup was ready. She had to be in human form of course in order to be on the ride. Everything was set for her if she didn't catch on to a conversation between two plotters who wanted to create a disaster using one of the rides and unfortunately for her it involved the slingshot ride she was using.

It was too late for her to escape as the slingshot launched herself high into the air and through some bad straps, Launa pops off the belts and continues to go flying out of the seat. Hurdling across the air like a rocket in the sky Launa maintains her calm and balance until she is out of view to shift into form again. Relying on her feline instincts, she finds a small patch of earth to land right on which makes it easy as she forces her full weight of herself on the ground. The next minute the air is filled with the loud scream of a woman who actually landed on a fallen, buried cactus. The long spikes pierced clear through her feet like hot knives through butter and the shock did kill her only to reawaken with the pain of the spikes still in her feet.

After a painful session of pulling out each and every needle out of her feet, Launa carefully walks home until the holes heal. The following week wasn't too kind on her feet during a private workout session in her boyfriend's gym. Getting a good thousand reps with over three thousand pounds on a single arm Launa couldn't help feel aroused by the incredible power that is surging through that pumped arm. That will be shattered the moment one of the holding pins of the weight broke off and a weight slipped off and crashed right on her foot. But not before pulling her leg through the floor as well leaving her stuck there with a bashed foot and unable to pull out until Rolo comes back from her errands... three hours later.

After many incidents, involving stubbed toes, walking on one too many hot surfaces and a nasty incident involving a roller. Launa has finally had it and decides to go with a pair of shoes. But for her style, she's going with boots. Ones strong and tough, just like her. The first pair were made with shiny leather with zippers that go up to the calves and have nice high heels. To one with big feet poses a serious problem when the diamond-tips crush the fronts of her feet and the costs of repairing the high heel that either gets crushed to paste under her weight or break with the slightest movements. Boots like that are never made for the women of action types.

Then came the thigh-high models that look sexy on her but can't bare the stress of her thighs when they burst to pieces every time she flexes them out to their max. Launa therefore decides to make use of her magic to make herself some really good "superboots". The same style as her last pair but strong enough to withstand the might of her thighs and all of her moves and toughness her bare feet can handle. Taking those damaged boots, Launa uses her powers to reconstruct, form and strengthen these tattered footwear into a pair that fits her and her style. Thick matte leather blends with thick belts on the thigh and foot sections, Angled down the inside to show off her inner thighs and short heels for better stable strides. She pulled them on and pulled on the straps and they never felt so good on her lets it was incredible to her.

Launa took them out on a bit of a test drive with everything she did when she was walking on bare feet, hot surfaces don't feet hot anymore, she can run for miles and miles without feeling the earth mash up against her paws and soles. And even with initiating one of her attacks involving stomping into the ground so hard that the earth beneath it cracks. Smiling to see it survive the full force of that move without a scratch or smashed heel. To this very day, Launa adds her superboots into her personal wardrobe. After all that testing, it was good for Launa to wear them out into the world and it reminded her of that fairy tale "puss in boots" and thinks of her self in that fashion. That little sharp-dressed runt has nothing on the trickster as she steps out of the dressing room in those new shoes ready as she is.