Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction based in the world of The Cummoner. The characters depicted herein are the property of the talented comic writer/artist Totempole. This story was written with his explicit permission.
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Andren B. Caliston, owner and operator of A.B.C. Shoes Inc., sighed as he left the market place. This latest village (he neither knew nor cared about its name) had few people interested in his wares. Like many in the area it was a hamlet consisting of woodcutters and farmers, nestled in a dense forest in the middle of nowhere. Hardly the richest people to sell shoes to.
It was time for him to move on to the next settlement. So he began walking, dragging behind him a long wooden cart full of shoes and boots (each his own creation). Andren had never got on with horses, and so he pulled his cart-based business from place to place himself. While exhausting, this wandering salesman routine had left him strong and muscular, with a ruggedly handsome weather-beaten face. For a cobbler, Andren was oddly good-looking indeed.
A brilliant blue and cloudless sky hung overhead, beating the sun down on his spikey black hair as he wandered through the countryside, making him sweat a little under his linen shirt. Andren paused by a river and scooped some cool, clear water into his mouth, then pressed on over a log bridge and onwards through the lush green forest.
Andren was just starting to think about food when he happened to glance through the trees to his right. A small dirt track (even less trodden and more rustic than the main path he was on) curled off and wound its way towards a wooden house in the distance. It was a small, single-storey building, with a yellow straw roof and a stone well outside. Food immediately forgotten, Andren smiled. Customers!
Exerting effort, he wheeled the cart to the right and down the track towards the house.
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Vilga the sorceress (well, half-trained apprentice witch) yawned long and loud and then slumped down at her table, exhausted. Before her were several arcane books, tomes, codices and scrolls, and many more were lined up on the bookcases behind her. She had spent ages studying and working on magical rituals and formulae, all of them geared towards summoning demons.
That was Vilga's thing. She charged her magic with sex (an oddity that even she could not explain) and summoning horny demons as fuck buddies was ideal. It was fun, but the hard work involved in getting the ritual right was really tiring.
"I'm going to take a break," She announced, stretching her arms as she stood up. Her purple cloak fluttered behind her as she moved, and Vilga's thick white-yellow hair swayed before her brilliant red eyes (which alternated between innocent and mischievous with ease). A purple choker with pentagram added mysticism to her ensemble, and a black tube-top hid her perky and ample breasts. A skirt, purple to match her cloak, draped from her shapely hips, and her legs ended in oddly sexy knee-high purple boots.
"You last took a break an hour ago!" Chided the room's other inhabitant, sat on a stool nearby and eating buttered bread with gusto. "You'll never improve your magic if you don't work at it, Vilga!"
His name was Tuck, and he was a short, naked, green-skinned demon with curling ram horns, a small tail, and a long cock. Tuck had not always looked like this, but that's another story.
"Relax," Said the witch, "I'm just going to the well for some water. It's hot today, in case you didn't notice."
"Actually," Replied the demon as he finished his bread, "I didn't."
"That's because you're always nude," Vilga observed, noting how little her friend was sweating. "It's kind of odd. How would you like it if I walked around here naked all the time?"
Tuck raised an eyebrow and smiled wickedly.
"Nevermind," Said the young witch, rolling her eyes and striding out of the front door.
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It was Andren's lucky day! As he pulled his cart up a potential customer was already emerging from the house, and she was a gorgeous young woman with an evident taste in stylish boots! "Greetings!" He called out heartily.
Vilga, unused to receiving visitors in her isolated adopted home, was caught by surprise. "Er... hi!"
"Good day to you, madam," Said Andren, striding forward and grabbing her delicate little hand in a firm handshake. Vilga forced a smile as he launched into his well-rehearsed intro. "I'm Andren B. Caliston, of A.B.C. Shoes Inc., and this is your lucky day! I'm here with the finest shoes in the land, brought right to your door for your convenience, and you look like the sort of intelligent lady who appreciates fine shoes such as mine. Here, have a look!"
And with a single gesture, he whipped off the sheet covering the back of the cart, and revealed row after row of shoes, boots, and sandals, some leather and some fur, covering every style, fashion, and weather requirement imaginable.
Despite her initial surprise and confusion, Vilga's eyes now lit up as realised what this stranger was offering. "Oh wow! Look at them!" She beamed, face alive with joy.
"Pick some! Feel free to try them on!" Urged Andren. So saying he grabbed a small stool from the cart (padded for his customer's comfort, of course) and placed it down nearby. Vilga perused the selection for a moment, then gestured to a few pairs of shoes and sat her shapely ass down on the stool.
Andren grabbed the indicated shoes and brought them over as Vilga stared at the scarlet leather high-heels. Before she could try them on, though, she had to remove her purple boots. With a little effort, the cute witch pulled them off, revealing long, smooth legs and delicate feet with perfect arches and toes. Andren reacted the moment he saw her bare feet, staring at them.
Oh wow, he thought, her feet are gorgeous! No, no wait, I can't let this happen again! Lusting after women's feet is what got me fired from that great shoe store job in the city!
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Andren tried not to let his perverted interest show. Dropping to his knees before her, he held out the shoes and allowed her to insert her feet one at a time. All the while he could not stop himself from stealing glimpses at her toes and legs.
Vilga, however, was too engrossed in the shoes themselves to notice the salesman's wandering eyes. She tried on the high-heels, and then moved on to a pair of boots. Then came a few pairs of sandals then another pair of boots. Every time she allowed the salesman to remove and then put the items on her feet. Vilga had no idea that shoe-makers ('cobblers', she eventually remembered) were such helpful people!
"These ones feel nice," She said, black and red leather sandals adorning her feet. Standing up and making a lap around the nearby well, Vilga found them quite comfortable. "What do you think?" She asked.
