The Clay and the Innkeeper
A lonely vixen is sitting alone at her small INN when her desire for companionship leads to an idea.
I wanted to see how quickly I could make a story that I wouldn't delete right away. While I wouldn't call this a story of great quality I think it's decent for the 45 minutes I used to write it. (give or take some time to deal with things seriously people choose once I do something I'm timing myself to do to call?)
The wind blow and howled outside the windows. The vixen clutched the cloak tighter to herself as she sat next to the roaring fire. Despite the warmth nearby her part of her still felt cold. She was lonely. Only inheriting a small INN and never having much in the way of coin she could not leave. No one would buy this place, and she only gets enough visitors to just barely keep this place afloat. Every patron who visits only stops for the night when they just can't make the final leg of the journey to the major trade city nearby. By then they're so tired it's difficult to keep a conversation with them, let alone any for of real bonding or companionship.
Part of her just wants to go to sleep and hope for a better tomorrow, but she wasn't tired. The INN was spotless, the fire well fed, and the food stores have already been inventoried. After an hour of silently watching the fire she remembers something. There was a child who passed by a week ago. The poor dear was so hunger and out so late, she couldn't turn him away for lack of money. She took him in, provided a nice meal, and then prepared a warm bed for him. In the morning before he set off to return to his home he did his best to repay her kindness with what he was out gathering. He gave her a chunk of dark blue clay. Apparently it was a special kind of clay. You can break off pieces and it never loses any mass and items made from it can easily hold enchantments. She goes into her storage chest and takes it out. To test its authenticity she broke it in half after the child had left and she wasn't disappointed when she in fact was holding double the material that was given to her.
Clay in hand she returned to her place by the fire. Bushy red tail slowly wagging, wondering what she is going to make. Then with a playful glint in her eye she decided, if no one would stay with her and keep her company she could just make some company. With that she started breaking off clay and forming it. The hours pass as she forms some well muscled legs, abs that look as if they would be more appropriately made of steel, then up to his arms she made him look like he could lift a full grown cow wit ha single hand, a foxy face she thinks is remarkably striking for a man of his eight foot stature, and last but not least a thick and luxurious tail. She sat back and marveled at her creation before starting to speak to it, imagining that he were responding in kind. In her mind they became the best of friends, sharing secrets, aspirations, and even plans of how to improve the INN if only he were able to work the grounds once the snow melted. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she then asked her new friend how he would feel about moving the conversation to her bed.
With that she starts taking more clay and fashioning a rather impressive sheath and set of ball that wouldn't look out of place on a wild stallion. Then making more lewd comments and compliments she fashions him an equally impressive member. Then with a sudden realization she runs back to the trunk and looks through the half that consists of belongings forgotten by travelers. Not more than three months ago a mage had come by and forgotten a couple of scrolls. One of them being labeled animate construct. Her experience with arcana was rather little and she nervously attempted to cast that scroll onto her new friend. The scroll lit up a bright green light and seemed to shock the big clay fox. But then nothing happened. She stood and watched, only to slowly have disappointment creep over her. Feeling depressed and that this clay statue was going to be the closest she would ever get to a companion, she decided to go to bed with tail hanging low and ears held back.
That night she dreamed of the life sized figure. She dreamed that the spell had worked, that she had tempted him into her bed and spread her legs, inviting him to sample her moist and needy folds. He would need little encouragement though as his foot and a half long length slowly and gingerly eased into her. In her dream she was completely filled by the massive cock despite this being her first time. She let out a moan of pleasure as she shared a long passionate kiss with the dark blue fox. The night was filled with the sounds of their love making, and her drifting to sleep in her lover's arms.
That morning she wakes up to feel something in the bed with her. Slowly and fearfully she turns her head to see that she was in the embrace of an eight foot dark blue furred fox that looked exactly like the clay companion she had sculpted. Her fear then washed away as she embraced her sleeping lover. She was no longer alone. Perhaps she can turn the business of the INN around to be as successful as she had discussed with him last night. And if her desire the night before was triggered by what she suspected, and the warm feeling all over her legs was what she thought it was, she could look forward to having little ones to look after and keep her company even more soon.