WOW, look at that! It looks like Rick is once again trying to be a superhero (villain?), now with a new color scheme and with a brand new style! Including a very interesting pair of steel-toed boots with molded paw toes in the front!
What is he gonna do now? Well, he'll likely be fighting against crime! And to him, it's a crime to go barepawed!
Although...he looks kind of...vulnerable.

Seriously, this turned out amazing. Mad props for the artist, a good friend of mine!
http://radenwa.deviantart.com/

And now, an add-on story, written by  Anciano!

Rick was walking through the mall, to the shoe store he tended to frequent. He had a little extra money from taxes this year so he'd decided boots were an appropriate way to spend it, of course.
He walked happily, tail wagging behind him, his boots squeaking on the floor as he walked. He was wearing a blue shirt, one of Mekki's, and a pair of faded blue jeans, his boots were a pair with belts and silver metal pieces dotting them.
He made his way to the boot store and looked around, quickly at first, but then going back and taking his time, inspecting the shelves for any new or cool looking boots.
He spent around an hour here, also checking the customers footwear as they walked in and left, he was rather disappointed to find nothing really eye catching here. He sighed and looked around, grabbing the attention of one of the employees.
"Hey" He said, a touch irritated by the shops poor stock update rate. "When are you guys gonna get new boots? These are the same ones from two months ago…"
The employee sighed and rolled their eyes. "Sir, please, what we have on the shelves is what we carry, didn't we go over this last time?" He says, an air of arrogance about him.
Rick grits his teeth at this, the lemurs attitude pissing him off. "Yeah, well, screw you…" Rick said before stomping his booted foot on the bare pawed lemur's foot.
The lemur yelled and Rick turned and ran out of the store, making it to the nearest exit and pushing against it, running out and down an alley to the side, a security guard passing the alley.
Rick hunched over behind a dumpster, huffing and puffing, happy to have escaped. He looked around carefully. There was no way out of the alley as far as he could tell…
"Nngh…" Something weird sounding came from the back of the alley.
Rick jumped a little, not expecting the noise. "H-Hello?" Rick called out. No response.
"Is someone there…?" Rick said before slowly walking towards the back of the alley. As he made his way back, he passes a large heap of black trash bags.
"Mmrgh…" The sound came from the bags, Rick jumped, almost screaming but covered his mouth so not to alert anyone outside the alley. He looked over to the bags, seeing a tubby black cat passed out, his clothing was fringed and worn out, he smelled like alcohol as well.
"O-Oh…" Rick said, calming down and looking the cat over. Suddenly, the cats eyes opened, showing his classic yellowey green eyes.
"Oooh! A wanderer… lost in a land of those without any sense…" He said, looking you over.
"What…?" Rick said, not understanding. The cat just smirked and slowly stumbled to his feet.
"You…" He hiccups, "I could help… you!" He manages to get out before belching a little, his breath smelling like strong alcohol.
"Uh… I don't think… I need your kind of help…" Rick says, beginning to back away.
"Oh, no…? Don't you wish… that the others around you could see…" He leans against the brick wall to the right. "… The wonder of your boots… don't you wish… you could share it… give them what you love… make them love them…"
Rick stopped backing up the moment he heard boots, scared, but curious… how did this drunkard cat know this? "… Yes… go on…"
The cat laughs a little, pulling a bottle of whiskey from the pile of trash and putting it to his lips, tipping his head back and letting the amber colored liquor flow in. After a few seconds of drinking, he lowers the bottle and wipes his lips with a fringed sleeve. "Hold on…" He says before placing the bottle down next to his feet and reaching deep into the pile.
Rick, watching this, began to grow a little uneasy… afraid he'd pull out a weapon… but he was surprised when the cat pulled out a pair of goggles, red shiny rubber wrapped around them and connected each side, the glass or plastic was orange tinted.
The cat takes a moment to steady himself. "If you want to do that… You can have these… and all your wishes will come true…" The cats eyes alight a bright, shining yellow for a moment, Rock sees his reflection in the orange tinted goggles and tilts his head.
"What's the catch…?" He says suspiciously.
"Oh…" The cat said, feigning feeling hurt. "I thought you could trust me…" He said, laughing and grinning. "Well, I guess there IS one tiny little catch… When you put these on… your soul is mine, you see? There's no going back… but… think of it… you could do all you ever wanted… make other like you… booting them… making them love them…"
The cat continues to drone on, but for Rick, it was an easy decision, after all, magic wasn't real anyways and these goggles were pretty rad.
Rick quickly slipped the goggles over the top of his head, his ears brushing against the smooth rubber as he set them just under his ears, covering his eyes. For a moment, he stood there. Nothing really changed, no profound feelings or changes coming to him.
The cat grinned at him and laughed. "It's old magic, give it a moment… you made the right choice…"
Rick shrugged, not really expecting anything… a few minutes pass and nothing… he was beginning to think he was right, the hard on in his pants he had gotten from the rush of taking the goggles slowly beginning to die down.
That was when… something rustled in the pile of bags. "Oh… here we go…" The cat said, leaning against the wall and sliding down to sit on the ground, watching you stare at the pile.
From the pile, Rick sees something shiny and rubber snake out… it was both red and white, as it crawled further out of the pile, you see it wasn't some sort of animal, but a jump suit.
Without his consent, Rick begins to undress himself, pulling up the blue shirt he had on, quickly taking it off and tossing it into the pile, he slowly bends over, not understanding what's happening. The goggles seeming to have taken control of his bodily movements without him noticing!
His fingers reach his boots and quickly undo the belt straps, he lifts his legs one by one and takes them off, seemingly possessed, but completely aware of it. Despite the terror going on in his mind, Ricks face remains blank. The goggles not letting him show any sign of weakness. He stands up straight after the boots are off and unbuttons his pants, grabbing both his red underwear and the pants at the same time and taking them both off at once, grabbing his boots while he's bent over and picking them up, tossing everything into the pile with your shirt.
While he's were doing this, the jump suit had stood up in front of him, almost like someone was inside of it. Rick sees it at full height in front of him, the front of it slowly splits open, showing the empty inside, it seems to look a little… wet inside of it. Suddenly, he feels himself regain control of his body, almost falling over as a result from the unexpected release.
As this happens, the suit lunges towards him, pushing him against a wall and covering his body, he begins to yell, but it feels so good, he looks upwards in terror and ecstasy, his mouth open wide, but nothing escaping except a loud moan as the suit pulls itself onto you, the tightness rising up his legs as they are covered in the shiny red rubber suit, his cock getting covered by the rubber suit as well, this part and the stomach of the suit was white, he feels his cock throb as the rubber comes into contact, quickly zipping it up inside, making a nice rubber bulge. The suit rises over his chest and pulls itself onto his arms, Rick allows this to happen, happily, feeling so wonderful as it fully encloses most of his body in the pleasure it brings with it.
As the suit closes around him, he hear more rustling from the pile of bags, a black belt with a golden belt buckle slithering out like a snake… he reaches down and grab it, his eyes blank, not being able to feel anything but utter pleasure at this point, and putting the whole suit on, he can only imagine how that will feel. He quickly snaps the belt around his waist, it fits to his width and he feels warmth in swell from inside of him as the suit embraces it's new host.
In the pile Rick sees a leather jacket rise to the top, the drunken cat slowly gets up and grabs it, taking a pair of gloves from off of it and tossing them to Rick. "Put those on…" The cat says and hiccups again. "I'll help… with the jacket…" He slowly makes his way over to Rick, pulling him away from the wall and opening the jacket up behind him, Rick slips the rubber fingerless gloves onto his paws and puts his arms behind him as the cat slides the jacket onto him, it feels so good, Ricks whole uniform almost complete… his cock still throbbing inside of the rubber suit.
Finally, Rick sees it… a pair of boots rising from the pile, like the final piece of the best puzzle, he reach over to them with shaky hands and pulls them from the pile, even with a hazy mind, he still knows that this had to be the final piece… nothing else would top this.
He slowly sets the boots onto the ground before pushing his footpaws into them. The boots instantly seal around Ricks paws and mold to his feet. The boots are the only thing to change form while on him, they begin to look more sporty, the toes changing to look like wolfs' feet. The insides of the boots left no room, be he didn't need any. They fit him perfectly.
The uniform was complete, Rick sighed happily and rubber himself, letting himself get lost in the uniform… but strangely, the uniform didn't need to change his mind. He was perfect for this uniform as his. The uniform only had to do one thing… notify him of the new powers he had. Able to boot anyone, willing or unwilling, his hypnotic glance alone was enough to make someone love and want to buy more boots than they could manage. Maybe he'd have to make a sidekick though. But… for now, this town was his. He would boot everyone, starting with those who needed them most… the ones who hated them.