Confined With a Goddess

Chapters

Chapter the Second: Stranded
Chapter the Third: The Island Maiden
Chapter the Fourth: Investigation
Chapter the Fifth: Stolen Away
Chapter the Sixth: The Panties
Chapter the Seventh: First Contact
Chapter the Eighth: Under New Management
Chapter the Ninth: Chores
Chapter the Tenth: The Coconut Tree
Chapter the Eleventh: Dinner Time
Chapter the Twelfth: The Black Court
Chapter the Thirteenth: Negotiations
Chapter the Fourteenth: Walkabout
Chapter the Fifteenth: Prison Terms
Chapter the Sixteenth: Raft
Chapter the Eighteenth: New Hire
Chapter the Nineteenth: Clearing Space
Chapter the Twentieth: Foundation
Chapter the Twenty-First: Working Rest
Chapter the Twenty-Second: Clearing the Air
Chapter the Twenty-Third: Relaxation
Chapter the Twenty-Fourth: Reset the World
Chapter the Twenty-Fifth: Regulation
Chapter the Twenty-Sixth: Putting Up Walls
Chapter the Twenty-Seventh: Daydream
Chapter the Twenty-Eighth: Sleeping Arrangements
Chapter the Twenty-Ninth: Hell
Chapter the Thirtieth: Happiness is a Cup of Coffee
Chapter the Thirty-First: The Garden Plot
Chapter the Thirty-Second: The Cold Night
Chapter the Thirty-Third: Square One
Chapter the Thirty-Fifth: A New Man
Chapter the Thirty-Sixth: Beach Day
Chapter the Thirty-Seventh: Coconut Milking
Chapter the Thirty-Eighth: A Roof Over Our Heads
Chapter the Thirty-Ninth: Checking In
Chapter the Fortieth: Chill Wind
Chapter the Forty-First: Confined With a Goddess
Chapter the Forty-Second: Fishing
Chapter the Forty-Third: Open Wound
Chapter the Forty-Fourth: Almost There
Chapter the Forty-Fifth: Warm Bed
Chapter the Forty-Sixth: Separation
Chapter the Forty-Eighth: Battle of the Sun and Moon
Chapter the Forty-Ninth: Punishment
Chapter the Fiftieth: Why It's Important to Stretch
Chapter the Fifty-First: Lingering
Epilogue: Four Years Later
Chapter the First: Lost at Sea
Chapter the Seventeenth: The Decision
Chapter the Thirty-Fourth: Framework
Chapter the Forty-Seventh: Servant to the Crown

Chapter the Second: Stranded

Jake opened his eyes to find that he was floating on a cloud. He was dead. He'd died and gone to Heaven. And for some reason, he was in agonizing pain. He'd always thought that Heaven was supposed to be comforting, and Hell was meant to be agonising pain, and yet, here he was, in Heaven, and so very sore.

As he tried to stand, he realised that he wasn't in Heaven. He was floating not on a cloud, but on a pool of saltwater, wrapped in the white sheet that was his sail. He was still breathing; that was a good sign. It meant that, while he was still aboard the boat, he hadn't sunk so low beneath the surface that the pressure would crush his balloon. His placement in the sail, however, meant that the boat had capsised. If he was floating on the surface, as he suspected, He had no idea how to correct the pitch.

Rolling onto his knees, he immediately felt a sharp sting where he'd been hit last night with the deck chair, but this time, it didn't go as far as making him vomit. He felt a bit nauseated, but that was it. Using his left knee as little as possible, he guessed at the direction where the mast would be and started crawling toward it. He guessed wrong, however, and wheat he found was the lining of the sail. A cold air came rushing in. At first, he was annoyed by it, but then, he gave it another thought. Cold air. Air. He wasn't near the surface, he was on the surface.

He lifted the flap again and peered out. He was sitting atop some rocks, the rigging for his jib wrapped around a tree. He was right alongside a beach, meaning he'd landed.

His ship was in two pieces. Rather, his ship was in at least three pieces, and he could find two of them. The front half of the hull was up on the sand, and the mast and sails were holding him by the rocks.

Sliding out onto the water, he rolled onto his back and stroked his way to shore, mostly to keep himself from needing to use his knee. Had he not been so sore, he'd have picked a faster, more attentive way, but he was injured. This was what he could do reliably.

Coming to the sand with the help of some soft waves, he stood up. As long as he kept his leg straight and didn't impact his knee, he could walk. Standing up, kneeling and lying down were going to be awful, but just walking? He could do that.

He made his way over to the hull and peeked inside. A lot of stuff was missing, but thankfully, the knife that had gone into his pillow and mattress had stuck so completely that he not only knew he had the knife, but a plastic mattress and hypo-allergenic pillow. Not that he had any allergies, it was just the pillow that came with the boat.

Before he left, while going over the ship's functions, he had taken note of the life raft, emergency radio beacon, and rations. He checked the wall where those were stored, and... Just the rations. The radio was gone, the raft was lost. His phone was still there, but it was sitting in a drawer that was full of water. Even if he could dry it out and turn it on, would the internal components still work? Even if they did, could he find a signal out here?

He took a deep breath and stepped back out onto the beach. The ocean went out as far as he could see. If there was another land mass, it was too far away to swim.

Perhaps he wouldn't need to, though. If where he landed was just a peninsula, he could just walk along the beach until he found someone. Surely, there would be a town somewhere, right? People loved the beach. He just had to look.

Four hours later, he spotted a boat. Picking up his pace, Jake rushed toward it. "Hey!" he called out, as much as his voice allowed. "Over here!"

When he came up closer to it, though, he noted that it was actually just two thirds of a boat, with the sail around the rocks with rigging secured to an inland tree, and the front half of a hull. He'd just circumnavigated the place, and that could only mean one thing: He was on an island. No buildings. No river deltas. No civilisation. He was alone and stranded here, with no way to contact anyone to come rescue him.

He found a big rock and sat down. Part of him wanted to cry, and knowing that no one would see it, he almost did. He felt helpless, out of his element, and stupid. He wasn't a survivalist. He wasn't even an outdoorsman. He had chosen to go fishing because it was supposed to be easy. He'd seen doughy snobs that thought they knew what they were doing pass out on television being presented by Bear Grylls, and they had multiple people on the island, camera crews to help out, and field medics. He had nothing.

He took another deep breath and looked behind him. There was vegetation. Trees didn't drink saltwater. There was freshwater here, somewhere. Maybe there was no food, but there had to be water. There had to be fresh water, and if he could learn to fish, he might stand some inkling of a chance, however unlikely that seemed.

It had rained last night. Rainwater was usually safe to drink. Safer than puddle water, anyway. It wasn't a great option, but barring a river, it was all he had. He just had to stay close to the boat. If anyone was out looking for him, he had to make himself easy to find. All he had right now was a bed and a stock of emergency rations. He guessed three days' worth of rations in the box, assuming they weren't contaminated or damaged.

He took a few more deep breaths and stood up. He was screwed. That much he knew for sure. How screwed, exactly, he couldn't say, but he was at least a little bit screwed. But sitting around wasn't going to help. If he wanted the best odds of lasting long enough to see a search party, he needed a drink. And there wasn't a bikini-clad waitress to bring him one, so he had to go find one, himself.

Chapter the Third: The Island Maiden

Jake trudged through the brush, looking for any plants that might have pockets. He found a few tightly-clustered groups of leaves that had some water for him, but nothing significant. He knew it was dangerous to go further into the island without knowing what was there. For all he knew, there were wild boars, venomous snakes, giant undiscovered crabs or even a crashed plane full of the most horrifying disease cultures known to man.

He wasn't very worried about becoming lost, however. If he could walk around the entire island in four hours on an injured leg, then this place wasn't really all that large. If he ever found himself disoriented, he could just pick a direction and follow it to find the beach, then follow that beach back to the boat. It was a concern for five minutes, but given any thought on the subject, he didn't have to worry about orienteering nearly as much as being bitten by something venomous.

The thought of being bitten made him shiver as a chill ran down his spine. He knew that if he were to keep exploring, that his chances of running into something that could kill him without a second thought went up exponentially. Then again, sitting on the beach doing nothing would increase his chance of dying of dehydration just as fast. Granted, there were ferns he could fashion into some kind of rain catcher, but who knew when it would rain next? He couldn't depend on the weather to keep him alive. After all, a storm had just tried to kill him.

Suddenly, he heard a splash. A big one. Something had just hit the water. But then there was nothing. If it had been a wave crashing down, there should be more waves.

Another splash, followed by some dripping. Something was in the water. And that meant there was water nearby. In the middle of the island. Possibly, fresh water.

He followed the sound until he came upon a small outcropping of rocks. There was a cavity underneath it, like a small, shallow cave, and a deep blue pool beneath it. A tiny trickle of water spilled out of the rocks above, sliding almost soundlessly into the water below. This had to be the freshwater.

Seeing something move in the water, he dove down into one of the bushes, peering through the leaves. Something alive was on the island with him, and he wanted to see whatever it was before whatever it was saw him. If it turned out to be a prey animal, he could hunt and eat it. If it was social, he could befriend it, and if it was predatory, he could... Well, in all likelihood, become its dinner. But no matter what the case, he had to see what it was, first.

He didn't have to wait long. A few seconds after he dove into the leaves, the creature surfaced. It wasn't like anything he'd ever seen before. It was definitely some kind of humanoid from the waist up, which was all he could see right now. From the water, he spotted a muscular abdomen, leading to a fully upright posture. From the shoulders, two lithe, yet well-toned arms extended to elbows, and then further to hands, with fingers and apposable thumbs. Not claws, not hooves, not tentacles, but actual hands, like a human or a chimpanzee.

But it was neither of those. Above its alabaster torso and neck, the head was decidedly not human. The creature had a snout, like that of a dog. It kind of vaguely resembled a horse in shape, but horse snouts were definitely too big to be able to have forward-facing eyes and also be able to see around its nose. It also had a horn growing out of its forehead. Most animals that had horns had two, but this thing only had one, and it came forward and up. Or perhaps she did have two, but the second was in another spot, covered by her rainbow mane, which would be giant, were it not soaking wet right now.

But none of that was what drew Jake's attention. Like it or not, he was a male, and to be more succinct, he was a twenty-year-old male whose needs had only ever been satisfied by his own hand. He'd never had a girlfriend. So when he saw her downright monstrous tits bouncing on her chest, glinting from above as the sun hit them and shimmering from below as the ripples in the pool refracted the sunlight off the surface and lit her shadow, he couldn't help but feel his cargo shorts grow just a little bit tighter.

He watched intently, almost paralysed by her appearance, as she pulled some water up from the pool below in her cupped hands to wash the underside of her breasts. She paused for a moment, looking around at the bushes, and his heart almost stopped when her gaze fell on him. In that instant, he didn't know if he should close the branch so as not to be spotted, or if the movement of pulling the branch in front of him would draw her attention. What he decided on was to not move at all, because if she saw the branch move and came to investigate, she'd be right in front of him when he pulled back the branch to check again. At least this way, he could see her coming if she spotted him.

Thankfully, her gaze moved on, and she continued to wash herself, her breasts bouncing and swaying with every movement, until she was clean.

She turned away from him to climb out of the pool, and the second thing he noticed was her wings, just as white as the rest of her body. The first thing he noticed was the wide hips and sumptuous arsecheeks. He couldn't see between them for her tail, just as big and colourful as her mane, but as she reached behind a rock, he could see her grab a pair of pink panties and slip them up her thighs before wrapping a grass skirt around her waist. As she did, he saw a part of her body that wasn't white. On her hip, there was a tattoo of a sun in orange and yellow.

As she walked away, he let out a breath that he didn't know he'd been holding. He wasn't alone on the island. That meant a lot of things, and right now, three things were made abundantly clear. First, there was fresh water. She couldn't live without it. Second, there was food for the same reason. Third, he was very, very horny.

Chapter the Fourth: Investigation

Jake followed behind her at a distance as she went. Every so often, she would start to turn around, and he would have to hide in the bushes. He wasn't sure how she didn't see him some of those times, but somehow, she didn't, and she just kept walking.

He wasn't sure quite how dangerous she was to him, merely that she was almost human, or at most, some offshoot of human. If she knew he was there, would she try to study him, as he was doing to her? Would she capture him for her own entertainment? Was she human enough that, when she ate him, would it be considered cannibalism? All of these questions and more buzzed about Jake's mind as he watched her carefully.

Before too long, she moved into a small clearing in the thicket, surrounded by a more dense copse with a clear path running back through the trees in a curve so as to deter the wind. In the clearing, a very large, impressive-looking hut stood, a tiny plume of white smoke rising from a chimney and dissipating rather seamlessly into the air. He'd not seen it from the beach, which was especially odd, considering he could hear the waves crashing against the sand not far away. He could also smell some kind of fish cooking, with some herbs he didn't recognise. He felt, and heard, his stomach growl.

Immediately, the maiden he'd been following turned around and looked right at him, then scanned around his area. He was hidden behind a shrub, so she definitely didn't see him, or so he thought, but she'd very clearly heard him.

Her paranoia didn't last but a minute, and after taking a deep breath, she turned back to the hut and continued walking, opening and closing the door.

Jake cursed himself for making such noise. Of course she could hear him; she had bigger ears than he did. They sat on top of her head and swivelled as she pleased. He had to be quieter, and far more careful.

He approached the house, not from the side where the door was, in case she came out again. If she were to open the door and spot him, she'd certainly be angry, and if she wasn't violent before, she would be, now.

He did his best to breathe through his mouth. If he didn't smell the fish, he might not react to it. He moved up alongside the hut, and immediately, he realised how big it was. He'd been watching her from a distance, and as soon as he came close to have a reference to her size, he suddenly felt small and insignificant. He was a solid, sturdy hundred and eighty centimetres tall, and given her relative size to the door and the hut, he'd wager she was a good two hundred and sixty, at least. She was huge.

"Wow. What a day it's been..."

English. She spoke English. He could hear and understand her. If she spoke the language, it was likely that she understood it, too. He could explain the whole situation to her, and because they spoke the same language, she'd understand him. And he could ask her for help, and she'd know what he'd asked of her.

"Let's see... The fish smells really good tonight. I bet it'll taste really nice, too."

Jake listened close as the scraping of a knife and fork showed that she had a knife, and more importantly, kept it sharp. Perhaps now would be a horrible time to ask her. He always hated receiving calls during dinner, and she seemed close enough to human to have a similar reaction if asked to do something in the middle of a meal.

"Mmm... That's some tasty fish," she continued. "Cooked perfectly, seasoned beautifully, and right off the skin. No bones, even. And of course, I can't forget the roast potatoes. Delicious."

Jake clasped his hands tightly over his abdomen as his stomach growled again. The very last thing he'd eaten was the sandwich he'd vomited into the ocean the night prior. He needed something in his stomach, and fast.

"Is somepony out there?!" she shouted, followed by some movement against the floor.

Hearing her footsteps, Jake took off as fast as he could, diving into the bushes. The maiden rushed out, a knife in her left hand and a spear in her right. Jake curled up as tightly as he could behind the leaves as she closed the gap between them in just a few strides, and trembled as she stood above him, close enough that he could count her toes mere centimetres from his face. He looked up at her towering body, her massive tits and her eyes scanning the horizon. She was not in a talking mood. She could, and would not hesitate to, kill him with just a flick of her wrist. He'd never been more terrified than he was right now.

Nor as turned on, oddly. It was as if his genitals were telling him that this was his very last chance to procreate, to have kids and leave a lasting legacy. Something more substantial than sporting a hair net and rubber gloves to put pre-sliced ham and mild cheddar between two slices of bread.

"Must have been nothing," she sighed, turning back to the hut. "Oh, well. I suppose, in all of the excitement, I've lost some of my appetite. I'll just put away the rest of that fish in the larder next to the door."

Jake stayed where he was for a few minutes, until the hut went dark. Only then did he try to move, crawling through the brush until he came to the beach, where he was finally comfortable enough to break down a bit.

That was horrifying. He could feel his heart pounding, still, and his stomach was still growling. He did what he could to pick himself up and return to the wreck of his rental, where he curled up with one of the rations on the bed. It was bland, it was tasteless, even more than the crap he made at the gas station deli counter. But it was better than dying.

He didn't sleep easy that night. He was on an island where the only humanoid he'd encountered was bigger, stronger, more capable, probably smarter, and braver than he was, and she could, and was not afraid to, kill him.

Chapter the Fifth: Stolen Away

Jake didn't sleep well. Whether it was the mattress being wet, the entire bedframe being tilted, the stuffing coming out of the hole in the pillow, or the fact that he knew that he was dead if that psychopath found him, he was tossing and turning all night.

The good news was, when the tide rose, he was able to feel that his whole abode was moving, and was able to guide his fractured hull further in and tie it off to a tree, like his sail was. He was also able to pull the mast in, from their rocky outcropping to the shore.

He did consider, as he was tying everything off, that this could be a terrible, awful idea. With the tide so high, he could push his vessel further out and rely on the waves to take him away from a known danger, but he decided that having a known danger was better than an unknown danger. Plus, there was drinkable water, here. It might not be easy to live here, but he could do it.

So, first and foremost, he had another ration. He had to learn as much as he could today from watching her, because if he didn't have any food by the end of the day, he was screwed. He only had one more day's worth of rations, and he wanted to make sure he had that on the day he had to collect food for himself, rather than using it to learn more and be hungry when trying to gather and cook his food. It wasn't good, but at least eating the ration would hopefully quiet his growling stomach.

Once he'd eaten, he looked in toward the center of the island. Now that he knew that the tall rock in the middle held a water source, even if it served as a bath for the creature, he could mark it as an important horizon marker and use it to guide him around the island. It was taller than most of the trees, so he could see it from almost anywhere. Using it to determine his location now, he could easily use it to find his setup and work his way back here, as back here was the safest place he had.

After breakfast, the most important meal of the day because it would be his only meal, he set out for the beach. On his original walk around the island, he'd noted a single clay-rich bank, and last night, when running away, he'd noted it again. That bank was close to her hut. If he could find it again, he could find her hut, or so he hoped.

He spotted her before he spotted the deposit. As he rounded a bend, he could see her carrying some sort of slab off to one side of her. When she reached the water, she put it down and turned around. She hesitated for a moment, as if thinking about something, then walked back to the tree line and picked up her spear, a coil of rope, and some kind of wooden spade.

He didn't have to wait long for her to show what she was doing. The spade was actually an oar, the slab was a raft, and her spear was going to be tied to the rope to act as a harpoon. She was going spearfishing.

Jake paused for a minute. In order for him to do this, he would need a spear, a rope, a raft and an oar. He certainly could learn from watching her, but he would need to do a lot more work to replicate it. If he couldn't do it, he wouldn't benefit from knowing how.

Granted, he could potentially learn how to make all of those things. He could break her stuff, and then watch as she made new ones.

Suddenly, he clutched his chest. With little warning, it had suddenly gone tight. While he knew that he was thinking logically, and it was his survival instinct telling him that he could do that, deep in the back of his mind, he knew that he shouldn't. He was a good person at heart, or at least he tried to be. He needed to know how to make those things. It was imperative for his survival. But breaking hers so he could watch her do it was wrong, and he knew it. He didn't know why the thought had run through his head so suddenly, he just knew that he didn't like it, to such a degree that he'd had a visceral reaction to it.

When he calmed down, she was still rowing out. He could sneak into her house while she was away and look around. That thought hurt less. He was still doing something he knew was wrong, but rather than doing something that he knew would hurt her chances of survival, he was just going to hurt her feelings. He didn't like it, but that was something he could stomach.

The handle for her door, which actually was a handle, sat up above his shoulder. The door was fairly heavy, and a counterweight on a rope pulled it closed again after he walked in. It was just a rock, but it had a fair amount of heft to it.

The inside of her house was pretty simple, actually. There was a table, a fireplace, a bed, and next to the door, a pair of boxes. He remembered her saying last night that she was going to store her fish in the larder. He didn't know what a larder was, but she'd said "next to the door." That's where these boxes were.

He opened the lid and looked in. The fish smelled terrible, but there it was, sitting at the top, wrapped in a cloth around its skin. She was out fishing right now. She'd be coming back with a decent haul, and this already smelled like it was going bad. He'd just... dispose of it for her. It was just to ensure his survival, after all. If he ever had more than enough, he'd pay her back. Somehow.

He snatched the fish and turned to leave. He was going to head back to the pool and eat, as well as check to see if the water was drinkable, and then he'd start scavenging. But before he could leave, something caught his gaze. Sitting on the corner of her bed, just lying there, out in the open, was the pair of panties she'd been wearing yesterday.

Chapter the Sixth: The Panties

Jake didn't stop running until he was back on the boat. He'd been cursing himself for what he'd done for the past ten minutes, but his instincts had taken over. He'd messed up, and he'd messed up badly.

In his right hand, he held the remains of the fish. He'd stolen it from her larder. This was something he could justify; it was food, and he was hungry. If he had the energy and knowledge to go fishing, he could pay it back to her at a later time, with interest. He could give her several whole fish. In fact, he wanted to. But he couldn't pay her back if he starved to death, so having something good to eat was definitely going to be helpful.

What he couldn't justify was the cotton cloth bunched up in his left hand. He couldn't believe he'd stolen her panties, and then had just run off through the woods like a common pervert. He went through his thoughts, trying to find a reason that would justify stealing her panties like that, but he could only find one: He was horny. And that wasn't a good enough reason.

Sure, he could give her multiple fish to make up for the quarter at most that he'd taken, and his conscience was demanding that he give her at least three whole fish to account for his selfishness, but what could he possibly give her to make up for stealing her panties?

He contemplated going back. He could turn around right now, march all the way back to her hut, and put them back. He could put the fish back, too. He'd starve, but that would be a fair punishment for running off with her property. Or, he might not even have the chance. She could be back by now, and would notice that her stuff was missing. And since there was no one else here, he'd be the only suspect, and she would hunt him down. He certainly wouldn't be very hard to find.

He took a breath and let it out slowly. He knew what he was going to do. He was going to stand up, walk out of the boat, go back to the hut, and put everything back. If she caught him, he would bow to her and beg her forgiveness. She could be as angry as she wanted, she could hit him, she could kill him, she could decide whatever punishment she wanted. He deserved it.

He stood up, then immediately sat back down. He was a coward. He'd never so much as broken a bone before, and that wasn't due to his heavy resilience. He'd never joined a sports team, never taken up skydiving or rock climbing. He wouldn't even stand upright on the roof when he'd gone to collect the neighbor's frisbee and hadn't let go of the window frame because he was so mortified of falling to the bushes below. He wanted to walk over there, but his legs felt like jelly.

He took a few deep breaths. He was feeling a bit light-headed. Perhaps it was from the run. Maybe it had something to do with the rations. Maybe his brain was telling him to reconsider. Maybe his lack of sleep was starting to catch up with him.

He lay down on the mattress and just took a few deep breaths. He looked again at the panties. They were pretty cute. Pink, cotton, trimmed with elastic lace and with a little white bow on the front. How did she even find these? Her grass skirt was fairly indicative of life on an island, but these... These were made in a factory, no doubt about it.

He brought them closer to his face, and he took a sniff. He immediately felt guilt, but his curiosity had won that battle. He'd never been so close to a girl's undergarments before. Or, he had, while it was still in the packaging. He'd been clothes shopping before. But this had been worn, and it smelled like her, or at least, he imagined that it did. He hadn't smelled her yet.

The smell was very faint. Fishy, yet salty. It actually didn't smell that much different from the ocean. Of course, he didn't expect her to have a washing machine, so he wasn't looking for a detergent, but it didn't smell nearly as bad as the locker room he'd used in Secondary School.

It was only then that he realised that he'd slipped his hand into his pants. He'd been so focused on enjoying the panties that he'd started to rub himself without thinking. His thoughts were as clear as mud right now, and he certainly felt clouded as he managed to pull his fingers away from his balls.

Of course, when he did manage to pull his hand away, he'd mashed the panties against his upper lip, and had been breathing in her scent while he wasn't paying attention.

Fuck it.

If he was too horny to concentrate, if it was directing blood flow from his brain to engorge his penis, if he was going to lose control of himself, he may as well help it along.

Unzipping his cargo shorts and pulling apart the hole at the front of his drawers, he slipped his cock out into the open air, gripped it tightly, and started to rub.

It wasn't nearly as good as it was at home. He always had a bottle of lotion next to his futon, fortified with vitamins A, C and E. He didn't know what they did, but it helped his hand glide over his dick. For the first time in almost a decade, he was going in dry, and it felt awful by comparison, his skin constantly binding up instead of the seamless slide that he was used to.

And yet, despite that, he didn't really care. He'd let himself be taken by the thought of what had just been rubbing against these panties. The thought of her wearing them and what was hiding beneath them kept him going, and dry or not, he was going to cum.

One of the benefits of having his hand be so rough was that he lasted a lot longer. Going at it as hard as he was, he managed a whole ten minutes. Considering the fact that his normal nightly routine was to just rub one out into a sock and just fall asleep, ten minutes was way longer than usual.

He did fall asleep, however. After cumming hard all over his shirt, he couldn't keep his eyes open, and he passed out with her panties resting right in the middle of his face.

Chapter the Seventh: First Contact

Jake was awoken by a very sharp pain in his wrists. Both of them were suddenly yanked up above his head, tied together and secured to the wall behind him.

As he yelped out in fear and pain, the panties slid off of his face, and he found himself face-to-face with the being that had taken up all of his thoughts of late. She'd found him.

"Well, well, well... What have we here? A common thief, indulging in the spoils of his conquest?" she whispered, mere centimetres from his ear.

"No, wait! Let me expla--" Jake was silenced as she shoved her panties in his mouth.

"Save it for your dark mistress."

Jake frantically looked around. His cargo shorts were down around his knees, pinned in place by her spear. His wrists were bound by a rope, which was locked to a metal hook where he was supposed to hang his jacket, had he brought one. He was lying on his back with his arms and legs unable to move, his soft underbelly exposed, and his tackle on full display.

"Now, little thief, I'm going to ask you some questions, and you're going to answer them. Don't worry; the first few you don't need your mouth for. Just nod."

Jake nodded. She had a knife in her hand and he was pinned down. He would have to be insane to refuse.

"Good boy. Question one: Where is your scrying orb?"

As much as he wanted to tell her what she wanted to hear, he didn't know what a scrying orb was, let alone where it would be.

"I'm waiting," she boomed. "Tell me where it is, so I can tell your mistress of your gross incompetence."

He mumbled through the wadded-up panties. He wasn't saying anything, just trying to iterate to her that he needed to speak.

"You think your voice will save you?"

He nodded, begging with his eyes.

"And you think that, because I'm just so lenient, that I'll just give you what you want?"

Jake's eyes widened. There was such venom in her words that he knew she'd been told this exact thing before. He was remiss to answer her, as he didn't know anything about her. He closed his eyes. He was dead. It was just a matter of time.

"Well. Never let it be said that Princess Celestia is so cruel as not to give her foes a second chance. Let my rehabilitation programs serve as a testament to my belief that even the darkest of souls can be made into something good." She yanked the cloth out of his mouth. "Speak, little boy."

Jake flexed his jaw a few times. "I don't know what a "crying orb" is."

""Scrying orb." You were given one before you were sent here, were you not?"

"I wasn't sent, I just landed here. I was on a boat, and it crashed. This boat, in fact."

The creature, whom Jake guessed was named Princess Celestia, locked her fingers together under her chin. "You think I'd believe that? Did Luna honestly believe that sending you along with no support and a lack of a good cover story was the right idea?" She chuckled and smirked. "If so, she's losing her edge. You hear me, Luna?! You've grown dull!"

Jake was just as confused as ever. "I don't know any Luna. My ship just crashed here, and I'm stranded. I'm sorry I stole your panties and jerked off with them. And the fish, too."

"You jerked off on the fish?"

"No! I mean, I stole it... Please, I don't want to die..."

Celestia sighed. "It's really pathetic when you cry like that. Very pitiable that Luna lets ponies like you join the royal guard."

Jake couldn't help it. He wasn't tough, he wasn't brave, he was begging for his life. He couldn't stop the tears running down his face.

"Fuck it. I'll find it, myself." Celestia stabbed the knife into the bedframe and started pulling open the drawers and cabinets, tossing everything onto the floor, or out the big hole onto the beach. There wasn't a lot to go through, and before too long, she was running her hands all over his body, trying to see if he'd stashed it away in one of his pockets.

"Well, now. This is a surprise."

Jake looked up at her wordlessly.

"Either you're telling me the truth, or..." she narrowed her eyes at him.

"It's the truth, I swear!"

"Hm. We shall see." She grabbed the fish from where he'd put it down, a little shelf that he was going to use as a table. "Let us test your mettle, shall we?" Pulling a piece of fish meat from the mass, she held it in front of him. "Eat."

Jake's eyes darted between her and the chunk of flaked-off filet in front of him. He didn't know if he should. Not only had she had time to tamper with it last night, as he now realised how obvious she'd been in telling him where it was, but she could have tampered with it while he was asleep.

"Well?"

"Is it safe?"

The creature smiled condescendingly. "That's what I'm trying to find out. How furiously did you jerk off onto this fish?"

"I didn't..." he tried to put his hand to his brow, but found that it was still tied up. "I didn't have sex with the fish!"

"And what else didn't you do?" she asked. "Open up."

"Did yo--" Jake could say no more, as the moment he opened his mouth, the fish was shoved in there, and her hand covered his lips to keep him from spitting it back out.

"Swallow. If nothing happens to you, I can know for sure that you didn't poison it."

He took a deep breath through his nose, then chewed and swallowed. He really didn't need to chew; the flesh was soft and flaky. He could mash his tongue against it, and it'd fall apart. He could even swallow it whole; no bones meant it would fall apart in his throat.

"Good boy. Have another."

As she shoved more and more of the fish into his mouth, making him eat every last bite, he resigned himself to his fate, and she stopped having to tell him to take a bite, as well as being able to stop covering his mouth.

Before long, but longer than he thought, the fish was gone. If she'd poisoned it, he was now poisoned. If she hadn't, he was now well-fed.

She balled up her panties and shoved them in his mouth. "Now, you sleep well. If you're still alive come morning, I may start to believe you. If not... Well, that's your own fault for trying to poison my food." She pulled out her knife and ran the blunt side against his sternum. "See you at sunrise!"

Chapter the Eighth: Under New Management

It was very difficult to return to sleeping left as he was. Jake spent the whole night staring down at the long, girthy, hard shaft between his legs, and the fact that it was so close to his dick made him feel inadequate. On top of that, he was halfway certain that he'd just been poisoned, so he had every reason to have his stomach tied up in knots.

When the sun came up, something he noted by the shadow starting to form on his wall, a couple of crabs had crawled onto his bed and were pinching at his toes, his calves his thighs, and there was only so much room he had to kick.

Luckily, he didn't have to wait much longer for her to show up again. As promised, she was back around sunrise. "Still alive?"

He nodded.

"Good. At the very least, I can confirm that you weren't trying to poison me."

Jake smiled. "Now that you know I'm not dangerous, can you untie me, please?"

She scoffed. "Not dangerous? That's not at all what I said! You still have this..." she pulled out the knife that had convinced him that it was unsafe to be inside the boat during the storm, "ridiculous little thing. If you tried really, really hard, you could potentially break my skin with this. Twenty or so stabs with this could really hurt."

Jake tried to lower his head. "I don't want to hurt you, and that's the truth."

She chuckled at him. "If I didn't believe you the first time, telling me that you were telling the truth would not convince me otherwise."

"I was being honest last night. I didn't poison the fish, I said, and if I was lying about that, I'd be dead right now. That has to be worth something, right?"

She smiled broadly. "I suppose that's true. Doesn't prove that you didn't jerk off onto it, though."

"I di--..." He let out an exasperated groan. "Fine. I can't prove that. But neither can you, and it's more believable that I stole it so I could eat it."

"Oh, I believe that," she nodded, pulling out his last ration. "You do know that this expired two years ago, right? Plus, the packaging has been punctured. If this was what you've been eating, it's no wonder you're so shrimpy. I don't blame you for wanting real food."

Jake swallowed hard at being called shrimpy. The girls in his class had been really mean to him because he was less than a head taller than them. He was still taller, just not taller by enough.

Then he felt the bindings on his wrists come loose, and she pulled up her spear from between his legs. "Still, you're right that you weren't lying to me about a few things last night, and I have tangible proof of that. You are, by far, the very worst creature my sister has sent to spy on me. Come along. If you're not going to be subtle and hide your presence, you can at least be unoffensive."

Pulling up his pants, he followed her through the brush. He had to almost run to keep up with her, as her hips were at the height of his chest, and her strides were very long as a result.

"Where are we going?"

"You smell like you haven't bathed in a week. You're going to take a bath, and you're going to wash your clothes."

"It's been a rough couple of days. I showered before I came out here, and haven't had the opportunity since."

"Oh? How about when you were watching me bathe? You couldn't jump in the water after I left?"

He lowered his head again. "I didn't know whether or not you were friendly. To be fair, you were waving a spear at me less than an hour later."

"It was two hours, actually."

"See? And I hadn't even done anything yet."

"Except spy on me in the bath."

"Fair enough..."

They came to the pool where she'd been bathing and made their way to where she'd entered and exited the water. It was shallow over here, which was good, considering their first task.

"Strip," she commanded. "All of it."

Jake took off his shirt and shorts. He'd lost his shoes in the wreck, and they were either sitting at the bottom of the ocean, or floating around. Unless, of course, something had eaten them, in which case, he was giving something horrible indigestion.

"Boxers, too."

Jake blushed. Even though she'd seen his dick already, and she was not wearing a shirt, he still felt weird about dropping his underwear in front of a woman. It just felt disrespectful to him. Still, she had a spear and a knife, and he didn't. And that was what mattered.

He pulled off his boxer briefs, now hanging loosely on his body because they'd been stretched out by his wearing them. He was now completely naked, and he held his hands in front of him in modesty.

"Go on and wash up," she commanded, nodding toward the water.

Jake entered the water and started to wash himself as commanded, turning back to look at her every so often. She wasn't paying attention to him.

It occurred to him that he could run off while she wasn't looking. He immediately dismissed the idea, though. She knew where he slept, he had no good food left, she had all of his clothes, she had more weapons than he had, better weapons than he had, and she knew how to use them. Running was a very bad idea. As much as she was a danger to him, he would rather he knew where that danger was in relation to him than let it be a surprise later.

"Hurry up," she commanded. "We have several things to do today, and the sooner they are finished, the sooner you can drop into some leisure time."

Jake nodded and finished washing himself as best he could, then turned to step out, but he was stopped as she gave him his clothes and a wooden washboard. "You're not wearing dirty laundry. What good is it to clean yourself if you're just going to put on dirty clothes again? No, you're going to have to wash these, too."

Chapter the Ninth: Chores

Nick had grown up in an era where chores were being phased out. There was a lot of coddling. Now, he'd been fine with that while growing up. Why spend half an hour doing the dishes when he could have half an hour of video games, instead? The dishes would be done by his mom because she wanted to eat dinner.

It wasn't until two weeks after he moved into his first apartment that he opted to learn how to do any of this stuff. Having his mom, or sometimes his grandmother, around to clean up his dishes and clothes for his whole life had seen him gorge himself on fast food for a week and a half, then not eat for three days while he waited for his next paycheck.

As for his laundry, his biggest blast of weakness hit him pretty hard. There was a hot MILF in her nightgown in the room when he'd gone down to the basement to do his laundry, and she seemed to think he was cute. He'd tried to impress her by doing his own laundry, despite never having done it before, and she had to help him clean up the massive mess he'd made. Now she thought he was an oaf, and wouldn't let him do laundry on his own because it could just cause another mess, and she definitely wasn't going to invite him back to her apartment.

As a result, he didn't know how to wash his own clothes, and when his new mistress handed him a washboard and tossed his clothes into the water next to him, he had no idea what he was doing.

"I've never used one of these before." He turned to her, her arms folded under her tits. "I don't know how it works."

She cocked her head to the side. "Because it's a woman's work, is it?"

His face flushed red in embarrassment. "N-no... I didn't say that."

"Perhaps it's because you're ignorant? Or mayhaps lazy?"

"A little of both," he admitted. "And also, we had electric ones."

"Ya-huh," she snorted back. "You want to plug that thing into a lightning bolt and sit in the water with it?"

He shook his head vehemently. "It was in, like a tub."

"Yeah. Mine, too. Do you have a tub with you?"

"...No..."

"Just wash your damn clothes."

He'd never done it this way before, but he had seen cartoons where it was done. Maybe he was wrong about how to do it, but she wasn't teaching him very well. Grabbing his shirt, he began to rub it against the ridges. He looked back at her, and there seemed to be some amount of satisfaction on her face.

"So, uh... My name's Jake," he said, turning back to his work.

"Is it really?" she chuckled. "Not a name I've ever heard before. Sounds a bit odd, but hey, I'm not making your parents' decisions."

That wasn't the response he was looking for, and now he felt very self-conscious about his own name. "What's your name?"

"You don't know my name? What kind of spy doesn't know the name of his quarry?"

He shrank down a bit. "I'm not a spy. But if I was, my cover is blown, and I may as well confirm my target. If I have the wrong person, I can just leave."

"I'm the only pony here."

"Maybe I'm on the wrong island?"

She laughed. "Fair enough. I am Princess Celestia of Equestria, banished monarch of the sun and autumn."

"You're a princess?"

"Banished princess. I hold no authority, here, save for what strength and knowledge I possess."

"Would that knowledge extend to washing clothes?"

"I'm not washing your clothes for you."

"No, no, I just... Am I doing this right?"

"Do you think you're doing it right?"

He shrugged. "I've never done this before."

She waded out to stand over him. "You're being too gentle. You'll clean them, but at this rate, you'll be here all day. Put your shoulder into it. Like this."

Wrapping her arm around him, he felt her hand grab his. She gripped it tightly, and with a firm, heavy pressure, scraped his knuckles against the washboard, both twice and hard and twice as fast as he was doing. More importantly, he felt her breasts squeeze against his back.

With her guidance, he finished within half an hour. She mentioned that, since he had so few clothes, it should have only taken ten minutes at most; three minutes to wash a shirt, three for his shorts, and four for his dirty boxer briefs. He definitely thought she was right, too.

After wringing out his clothes, she escorted him back to her place, hanging his clothes on a line to dry in the wind. Just as he thought he was going to have to go about the next several hours completely nude and exposed to the elements, she tossed a pair of panties at him. These were significantly smaller than the pair he'd stolen the previous day.

"What's this?" he asked.

"You keep covering up your tiny little mast with your hands. Clearly, you're embarrassed by your small penis."

Jake was not embarrassed by his size. He had looked up how to measure himself, and he wore a medium-sized condom. Or he would, if he'd ever managed to work his way into anyone's bed. He was embarrassed because he was brought up believing that one should never expose themselves to someone else; that if he showed someone his dick without their consent, they'd kick him in the balls and have him arrested.

"These will cover you. They belonged to my favourite student, quite a time ago."

When she said "student," he looked at her incredulously.

"Well, she was in her twenties when we first had sex. Unbunch your panties, and put them on."

Jake stepped into, and then pulled up the blue and white striped panties until they were cradling his dick and balls. They were soft, and surprisingly managed to hold his whole backage rather easily. It didn't even show a bulge.

Celestia smacked his arse as he stood up. "Come on. You're going to retrieve my dinner."

As she walked off, Jake shivered. What had he landed himself in, now?

Author's Note

The above depiction is not the correct usage of a washboard. Please refer to your owner's manual for proper instructions on how to wash clothes.

Chapter the Tenth: The Coconut Tree

Jake swallowed hard as he looked up the tree. "Are you sure about this?"

Celestia turned to face him. "Of course I am. Coconuts grow at the top of the coconut tree. What could be more clear about that?"

"I mean, are you sure it's safe to climb this particular tree?"

The tree in question, at its roots, was bent over sideways, and after a metre or two, started bending upward. At the top of the tree, five coconuts were gathered beneath the fronds.

"Would you rather climb that one?" asked Celestia, pointing to a taller, more vertical tree.

"No, but... This tree already fell over once before. What if it falls over again?"

"Don't worry about it. I collect coconuts from this tree all the time."

"Yeah, but you have wings. You can fly up there."

"Your point?"

Jake turned around and thumbed over his shoulder. "I can't fly."

"Yes, but you just showed me your thumbs. You should be able to climb just fine."

Jake groaned, then looked up at the coconuts. "Okay..."

Dropping down to his hands and feet, Jake moved along the trunk until it started to curve upward, then began to right himself.

"Your arse looks good in those panties, by the way," she called after him. "Very soft and grabby."

He very nearly stumbled. He pressed his body against the bandy bark. For some reason, he was set on edge with the knowledge that she was staring at his butt while he did this, wearing nothing but her old student's panties. It was embarrassing. So why did it also give him a boner?

It was a lot more difficult to climb the tree once it became vertical. It was just a shaft. There were no branches, no footholds. He had to put the trunk between his legs, lift his torso, grip the tree between his hands and his chest, and move his legs up, then do it all over again, all without letting it show that he was stretching out the fabric and potentially ruining the elastic.

"Just don't fall and injure yourself!" shouted Celestia. "It's a long swim to the nearest hospital, and it's going to be even harder with your leg broken!"

At the thought of that, his foot slipped. He wasn't scared of heights, nor particularly terrified of falling, but that only lasted as long as he didn't think about it. If he was able to convince himself that it would be okay, he could go up there, but the minute she told him that he could fall and injure himself, his thin layer of courage buckled.

It took him a few moments to regain his footing and resume climbing, but he reached the top of the tree after a few more minutes. He was close enough to see the coconuts, and they were bigger, and not quite as brown as he remembered. He smacked them, and nothing happened. securing himself to the tree, he pushed one with a bit more force, and it fell off to the ground below. He really didn't want to climb back up here without a ladder, so knocking them all out now would save him some effort.

As he pushed the last one, though, it really didn't seem to want to budge. He pushed and pushed, but with only his left hand, it wasn't moving. Wrapping his legs a little bit tighter around the trunk, he moved both hands onto the nut and, with a good shove, it fell out of the tree.

In doing so, however, he lost his balance, and after a few scrambling seconds of trying to secure himself while slipping down the trunk, he fell, plummeting toward the ground. He'd never fallen out of a tree before; he'd not opted to climb one unless he was certain that he would come back down safely. And now, he was falling out of one. He could see the ground approaching, and he could conclude that he was going to land on his head.

But rather, he landed on his ankle. His right ankle. It was up above his head, meaning he'd landed upside down. He looked what would normally be down to him, but what he saw was up. Celestia had his ankle in her grasp.

"Pretty sure I specifically said not to fall."

"I couldn't help it!" he shouted back. "I can't fly!"

"Yes, I can see that. Well, your generosity in climbing up there to collect my dinner has been counteracted by my stepping in to save your life. You owe me more, now, I should think."

He groaned as she lowered him to the ground. He was supposed to be paying back his debt, not making it worse.

"Still, it's strange."

"What is?"

"That Luna wouldn't step in when she saw how incompetent you were. Why should I have to save you, when she's your employer?"

"My employer's name was Sam. She ran the gas station. I'm not a spy, I'm a deli attendant."

"Still sticking to that cover story, huh?" Celestia smirked. "Pick up those coconuts. They need to come back to the house, young delicatessen worker."

Jake gathered four of the coconuts in his arms as Celestia walked off. He didn't see the fifth one, as he'd not been looking at the ground when he'd been falling.

He brought them back to the hut, where he used a sharp rock to cut away the husks, in order to reach the nut inside. He didn't know it was in there so tightly, but Celestia knew, and she talked him through it. She also helped him split one open, and he immediately made to drink the coconut water. He was parched, having not had a lot to drink in the last few days, and exerting himself for the last few hours had taken a toll on him.

"You're that thirsty?" she teased.

He gasped, suddenly feeling so much better after being parched for so long. He didn't answer.

"You know, I have fresh water. Safe to drink. You didn't have to suck that nut dry."

"You'd have made me pay for it," he panted.

"Well, yeah, but it's not like it's hard to collect..."

"You said the very same about the coconuts..."

She shrugged. "Touché..."

Chapter the Eleventh: Dinner Time

Over the next few hours, Celestia cooked the fish she'd caught early that morning, along with the coconut halves. As she did, Jake sat off to the side, not really doing much of anything except for watching her move. She definitely caught him staring more than a few times, but she said nothing.

Of course, he had a good reason for watching her. When he needed to do all of this on his own, she was giving him a close-up view as she seasoned the fish with herbs and salt. The coconut went over the fire, only seasoned with a bit of salt, and she also added a few roots he didn't recognise.

He was shocked, of course, when she pulled the fish away from the fire and held some out to him. Both had been seasoned exactly the same, so he knew it was safe, but he was confused.

"You're giving this to me?" he asked.

"No," she answered. "Go put this in the larder, so I can eat it later."

He nodded, stood up and walked back toward the hut. He was really hungry, but he'd done almost none of the work for this, so it was understandable that she wouldn't want him reaping the rewards. Plus, he'd drank all of the coconut water, leaving none for her.

"For fuck's--... Sit," she commanded.

He turned back to her, and saw that she was waving him back to the place he'd been sitting. He took a few steps back and sat down.

"Is your culture one in which jokes do not exist?"

He shook his head.

"Then why are you being intentionally oblivious?"

He didn't know how to answer that. Oblivious, sure, but intentionally so? Not at all. He was out of his element, he hadn't had time to adjust to her particular style of humour, and he was very much ill-prepared for his situation.

"Eat," she commanded, taking a big bite of her fish.

Jake took a tentative bite. He was hungry, and he knew the fish was safe to eat, but he felt really stupid for believing her when she said to put the fish away for later. It made him question all of the other things she'd said today, as to whether or not they were jokes, and he was too narrow-minded to realise it. Maybe she hadn't intended for him to climb the tree and collect the coconuts. Maybe she would have trivialised the task entirely if he'd just pushed back a little harder. She certainly didn't seem like she was working all that hard today, so maybe demanding that he hurry with washing his clothes was just her trying to see how frantically he would try to work.

"She could never take a joke, either."

Jake looked up. "Your student?"

"No, no... Well, yes, actually, but that's not to whom I was referring. I'm talking about Luna."

She'd said that name before; he was sure of it, but he hadn't heard it enough times to be certain who exactly it was.

"My sister," Celestia clarified. "The current queen of Equestria, ruling from my throne and sending spies my way to make sure I'm not violating the terms of my banishment."

Jake swallowed, managing to not just convey his discomfort, but ease it as a lump of fishy flesh slipped down into his stomach.

"If I seem upset, it's because one of two things is happening. Either you're lying to me, which means you're toying with me, or you're telling the truth, which means I'm about to be ejected from my home. And given the fact that there's been no effort to eject me from this island into another hellish place that I have to live in, I can only assume that you're here to watch me. That, or the Queen of the Night has either stopped performing her duties, which means I'm able to leave at any time and take over your plane of existence, or she's stopped caring about me entirely, which means that I will never again be free."

Jake started to force a chuckle, but a glare from her told him that this was not a joke. "Sorry."

"Do you think it funny, seeing me in suffering? Is that what makes for good humour in your mind?"

His eyes went wide and he waved his hands, dropping the rest of his filet into the dirt at his feet. "No! No! I just... I can't tell when you're joking! I thought you were trying to pull one over on me again."

All was quiet for a few moments as they exchanged stares. Celestia was offering anger and disappointment for her half of the exchange, and Jake was giving fear and cowardice on his end.

Celestia chuckled as she broke their lock. "I suppose I deserve that. No, that was not a joke, but it's fair that you didn't figure that out. I suppose that, after eight hundred and forty-seven years alone, my humour has deteriorated. Maybe I'm just not funny anymore."

Jake really didn't want to open that can of worms. Instead, he just picked up his fish and started brushing the dirt off. When he found a bug, however, he suddenly found that his appetite had waned. For fish, anyway. After the coconuts and something that tasted, but did not look like, potatoes, Celestia put out the fire. From her horn, there came a light as she led him into the hut.

"You will rest here, tonight," she ordered. "That's not a joke, since you can't tell. It's already dark, and I'm not letting you go all the way back to your hovel looking like you do."

"Okay," nodded Jake. He wasn't particularly fond of the crabs that had come to join him in bed the night prior, and the only benefit he was missing out on was a vinyl mattress and nylon pillow. "Just... on the floor, then?"

Celestia shook her head, turned him around, picked him up by the waist with one arm, and curled up around him as she pulled him into bed. "Good night, Jake."

Jake could not answer back. His naked back was pressed against her strong abs, an intimacy he'd never felt before, but his head was situated between her voluminous breasts. One was acting at his pillow, the other, he could feel pressing down on his face. The thought paralyzed him, and he could not respond as his whole body locked up.

Chapter the Twelfth: The Black Court

Queen Luna stared into the magic mirror, watching the scene play out before her. She was very insulted on several levels, and yet, she didn't feel the need to do anything about it. Not yet, anyway.

She flipped the mirror around to the other side and saw that the former Princess Twilight and her friends were still in the realm remade by them, and while it was a fairly tight space, they were content to stay there. She didn't need to worry about them trying to escape anymore. Not since Rainbow Dash's wings were removed, anyway...

As she went back to the first mirror image, she narrowed her eyes at the pitiful mass of flesh squeezed into her sister's bosom. To have insinuated that he was one of her soldiers was bad enough, but outright declaring that the quality of her troops had diminished, and worse, to insinuate that she no longer cared was a grand insult.

The fact was, Luna cared more for the dethroned princess of the sun than her former citizens did. Nopony had asked about her for several years, and the only one currently assigned to watch her had spent the last several days avoiding his job. Four days, at least.

Luna was absolutely livid about that. In the beginning, after placing the other princesses in their new planes of existence, she had opted to use magic to keep feeding them. But Celestia had long since refused to accept pity, and Applejack was more than happy to provide for the others.

Still, it upset her. As much as it would upset her that any of her prisoners, even those whose biggest offense was being drunk and disorderly in public, were not being fed for the past four days. It was not her job to keep an eye on the prisoners, and yet, had she not, they could have escaped over the last four days.

As she stared at her sister's tits wrapped around this human's head and her hand drifted into his panties, Luna moved her hand down to her thigh and started to rub at her crotch. She missed those tits that her sister used to carry around. She missed holding them in her hands, and more importantly, she missed feeling them rubbing against her cock.

The door burst open, and she set down the mirror on her side table, removing her hand from her crotch as she sat up to greet him. It was the same guard she had assigned to watch her sister and Twilight.

"Your majesty!" he called. "I have important news!"

"Very good," nodded Luna, sitting up. "Let us hear what it is you have to say."

"Someone has found the location of Celestia's island!" he bowed. "We have to move her right away!"

Luna nodded and stood up. "This is a very bad thing that has happened."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Have you observed what this "someone" is doing?"

He looked up. "No, ma'am. I came here as soon as I saw him."

"We see. So, he just now arrived?"

"Yes, ma'am. He's been there for a few hours, now, it looks like. We should relocate Celestia, just in case he brought something that can help her escape."

"Just a few hours now? You're sure?"

He began to sweat. "Y-yes, ma'am. I was doing my regular checks, and he had already gone into her hut."

Luna nodded as she walked up next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. For a second, her eyes flashed orange. "So, what you are telling us is that, earlier today, some creature found its way onto our sister's island and is trying to help her escape. Is that correct?"

"Y-yes, ma'am..."

Immediately, he found himself completely drained of energy, and he collapsed to the floor, unable to breathe. He struggled to writhe around, clutching and clawing at his throat, as if hoping that whatever new hole he dug would allow his lungs to breathe again.

"We once wielded the Elements of Harmony, you know," Luna sighed. "It was long ago, but our hooves still remember the shape. In particular, we held the elements of Generosity, Loyalty, and most importantly, Honesty. We do not appreciate being lied to, especially by one who has been tasked with ensuring the safety of our sister, and therein the security of our throne."

The guard gasped and wheezed, but could not draw in any air.

"You will recall, of our many decrees, that there was one specifically about lying. "Thou shalt speak only the truth, or thou shalt speak no further." We did not design that for the express purpose of letting you lie to us. In addition, we are very disappointed in your loyalty. "Thou shalt do the job thou art assigned, or thou shalt have no job." Are you going to hit the trifecta? Were you planning to skip out on your charitable giving? "Thou shalt give no less than two percent of thy income to the poor, or thou shalt have no income?""

His face was beginning to turn blue as he panicked, and she let go of his lungs.

"We gave you a job; watch these eight prisoners. You only had to pay attention to eight prisoners, and seven of them are in the same spot. It takes maybe half an hour at most to check and see what they're doing, every couple of hours. Thirty minutes, three times a day. That's your whole job. And you failed to notice that Celestia has been cavorting about for the past four days with a native that somehow managed to fall into her enclosure. What if his ship hadn't been ripped in half? She could have been gone for four days, the trail cold and her power restored. And you would be the failure that let it happen."

"I'm sorry, my queen!" he shouted. "I won't let it happen again!"

Luna nodded. "That's right. Because it's not your job anymore."

He looked up at her. "It's not?"

""Thou shalt do the job thou art assigned, or thou shalt have no job." You did not the job you were assigned. But we are feeling generous, today. Generous and forgiving. And because of that, we shall send you neither to poverty nor prison."

He fell to his knees. "Thank you, thank you my queen! I promise, I will do the job you assign me better than I did last time!"

"Indeed you shall," nodded Luna, pulling aside her skirt to show her massive dick. "Tell us, how wide can you stretch your arsehole?"

Chapter the Thirteenth: Negotiations

Jake barely managed to fall asleep, and when he did, it was well into the night. He wasn't sure what time, but he'd definitely been feeling her breasts rubbing against his cheeks for a few hours before he nodded off, and when the light of the sun glinted into his eyes, he was still very tired.

Her grip around him was very loose, and he couldn't just go back to sleep with the sun in his eyes like that. Something would have to cast a shadow over his face. Even if he did manage to go back to sleep, she'd probably just wake him shortly. He may as well wake up now.

Standing up, he noticed how tight his panties had become. He didn't want her to see him like this, despite the fact that she'd been right beside him all night and could have felt it if she moved her wrist just slightly. He had to take care of this.

He walked out the door and moved behind the hut before lowering the lip of the panties to sit below his balls. He was already hard, having spent a good amount of the previous night just feeling her breasts rubbing against his face and neck with every breath she took. He began to jerk off frantically. He just needed to cum, and the swelling would subside.

He was done in three minutes. It would have been one, if he had his phone and internet access. He didn't know why porn videos lasted longer than twenty minutes sometimes. Who could last that long?

With his seed spilled into the dirt, he brushed over it with his foot, covering it in dirt. It was just some harmless mud, now. But as he turned around to go back to the hut, he noted Celestia staring at him, a smug grin on her face.

"Do I make you feel horny?" she asked.

Jake just blushed as he tucked his softening penis back into his panties.

"Or is it the fact that you're wearing a woman's underwear?"

He had to admit, that played a factor. He'd never been into humiliation; neither humiliating others nor being humiliated. In the locker rooms at school, he was content to wear a towel and not be involved in the regular activities that took place. No whipping, no sharing dirty stories, no lewd photographs, no sideboob... Sure, the other boys would infer that he had a tiny penis, and they'd even believe it, spreading the rumour around the cafeteria that he had a little shrimp dick. He'd never compared it to any of the other boys, so maybe he did, but maybe he didn't. He certainly would have shrunk down if his dick were made to press up against another guy, that's for sure.

Celestia walked out of the hut, for the first time wearing a t-shirt. It was black and had a print of a white tiger clawing through an electric guitar, and read "Trans-Equestrian Orchestra" in red letters across the top. "Since you have demonstrated your inability to manage yourself in the presence of my magnificence, I have graciously decided to cover up. After all, you have proven that you can't manage looking directly at the sun."

At first, Jake was confused, but then he remembered that she was the princess of the sun, and she was referring to herself as the sun. At the very least, she was covering up, though. That was good for him.

"Your clothes are ready, by the by..."

He nodded and moved to the other side of the house, where his clothes were still hanging on the line. They were a little bit stiff and salty, but they were clean, at least. He changed out of the panties and handed them back to Celestia, who dumped them in a small basket that had been hidden under the bed. There were more clothes there.

"So, what are we doing today?" asked Jake.

Celestia looked back at him. "We?"

Jake swallowed hard. He'd expected her to just go along with it. "I mean... I still owe you for stuff, right? and I can't manage by myself. I need someone smart to have me do stuff."

She paused for a minute. "You need someone smart to have you do stuff..."

Jake slowly nodded. He was loathe to admit that those were the words he said, but that didn't make them any less true. "I don't know how to fish, I don't have a way to cook it even if I did know how to fish, and if I fall out of the coconut tree again, and you're not around to catch me, I'm dead. I can't survive on my own out here; I'm not smart or strong enough..."

He could practically feel his face turning red as his head was filled with an internal pressure. He felt lower than he'd been in years, begging for help from someone. The last time he'd lowered himself this far was when he was begging to be hired at the gas station.

As he dropped down to his knees and clasped his hands together, he didn't have the chance to utter a single plea before she picked him back up. She was so strong that she lifted him off the ground with one hand. "You're right about a few things," she nodded. "First and foremost, you owe me quite a bit. And you can't pay me back if you're dead. I suppose that, if you're going to pay me back at all, I might as well teach you how to do it right. After all, is it really paying me back if I have to fix it immediately afterward?"

Jake shook his head in agreement.

"Very well. We shall begin with your legs."

"My legs?" Jake looked down at his legs. "What's wrong with my legs?"

"Not muscular enough. You want to stop falling out of trees? Your hands are going to be working the coconuts. What's holding you up?"

"My legs?"

"Exactly. Now, one lap around the island. Stick to the beach. Go!"

Jake took off at a sprint toward the sand, then turned and followed the shoreline for a minute and a half before he had to slow down. That was a long distance to run, and he hadn't picked up a canteen. He'd made it before, sure, but that was a four-hour walk, and he was exhausted and dehydrated by the end. A two-hour run on sand with no drink breaks... He couldn't manage that, but maybe a brisk walk?

"Good, good," nodded Celestia, jogging up next to him, backwards. "At least you're smart enough to learn something."

Chapter the Fourteenth: Walkabout

"And you learned that all on your own?"

Celestia nodded. "I'm not taking anymore handouts."

"I'd take any amount of kindness that was given to me," admitted Jake, shaking his head. "I can't really afford to refuse right now."

"That's how you go into debt," warned Celestia. "If you are indebted to somepony, you could find yourself at the wrong end of a deal."

"Is that what happened to you?"

"No, no... Well, yes, but not in this instance."

"So what did happen?"

Celestia shook her head. "I'd really rather not talk about it. What about you? What landed you here?"

Jake paused for a moment, then smirked. "I was with the Royal Mounted Police, and Princess Luna assigned me to wat-- I mean, shipwreck. Yeah, shipwreck."

Celestia let out a chuckle. "A shipwreck, was it?"

"Yep. That's my cover story."

Celestia nodded along. "So, what's the rest of your cover? What led up to your shipwreck?"

"Well, I was always a boring, quiet kid. and I just kind of grew up like that."

"You see yourself as boring?"

"No, but other people thought I was boring. Their words just kind of stuck after awhile. Sometimes, it was great. When there was a problem, it would ignore me. Like this one time, there was a fight in the school cafeteria, and everyone was punished for it, even the students that had nothing to do with it. But it was so easy to just ignore me that I just slipped out of the room without being noticed."

"You weren't involved with the fight?"

"Well... I mean, someone grabbed my yogurt and smashed it over another student's head, and I did have people shoved into me, but my first, second and third instincts told me to flee, and my fourth instinct didn't want to fight the other three, and just gave them what they wanted. I couldn't make it to the door before the room was locked down, but I did manage to slip out when no one else was looking and pretend that I had been eating in the hallway. The hall monitor couldn't remember if I'd been there or not, so... My word against nothing."

Celestia nodded. "I see. But boring and forgettable don't land you on a prison island."

"Right. Well, like I said, I was quiet, too. I wasn't loud and bombastic as a bunch of other applicants to jobs, and even though I applied early and often, the managers would forget me all the time. They'd tell me to come in for an interview at half past three, and I'd show up ten minutes early, and they'd have forgotten the appointment. Then I'd call three days later, and they'd ask me to come in for another interview because they couldn't recall how I'd answered anything."

"Sounds like they really didn't consider you for the job."

"I mean, it felt that way..."

"No, it was that way. Trust me, they threw out your resume the moment you walked out the door. They didn't even think about it."

Jake lowered his head. "Yeah..."

"Anyway, go on."

"Well, I was pretty desperate, so I begged for a job at a gas station. I would be a janitor, I'd scrub toilets, I'd sort trash; just anything to have my own income. Turns out, that's a pretty important role, and they'd already hired someone to do that. But they could put me in the deli. I could make sandwiches and warm up hot dogs and taquitos and burritos and chimichangas and stuff like that. I mean, I had to pay for all of the safety certifications, but there was a work experience program that said that my employer would cover the cost of training, but I wouldn't be paid for the first six weeks."

"And is that normal?"

Jake stopped. "You know, I honestly can't say... Some of the things we're taught is that it's rude to compare salaries, especially with other people in our same field, because it could make them very upset to find that their salary is lower than yours for the same job. If I found out that the same position I had was paying better half a block up the road, I'd be pissed. And I think a lot of people would leave their jobs if they knew that, going for the higher-paying ones."

"Sure," nodded Celestia. "But if everyone is trying to take that money, there's going to be a lot of competition to take it. And once more, you'd be forgotten."

"Oh, I wouldn't mind being forgotten when the weapons come out," Jake smiled as he resumed walking. "People have killed and injured each other for less. I don't want to die, I just want to make enough income keep myself fed, watered, clean, and under a roof. And I'd like a new XBox, too."

"I don't know what that is."

Jake waved his hand. "Don't worry about it. Not a big deal."

"Is this "XBox" what landed you here? Was it that little black brick you had in your drawer?"

"No, that was my phone. Still really bummed about that not working, too."

"You still haven't told me how you ended up here..."

Jake shrugged. "Well, there are these guys that come in every day to buy slushies, and they were making fun of me for having a nothing job that any four-year-old can do, that I wouldn't last a week in a survival situation. And I just had to open my big mouth and say it wasn't hard; that any idiot could go catch a fish and then make it for dinner. I just didn't have a boat. And my boss decides to give me an advance to go prove I could. So I came out here on a boat to learn how to fish, to prove I could do it."

"And then you wrecked."

He nodded. "Big storm. I wasn't ready for it. In hindsight, I guess it was stupid to just dive in with no knowledge of the subject."

"I could have told you that," snorted Celestia. "Still, you learned something."

"Did I?"

Celestia nodded. "My student, the one whose panties you wore, used to write letters to me when she learned something. Compose to me, out loud, a letter telling me what you've learned."

Jake shrugged. "I guess I learned tha--"

"Ah, ah... That's not how you start a letter. Try again."

Jake was silent for a bit, then sighed. "Dear Princess Celestia..."

Chapter the Fifteenth: Prison Terms

When they returned to the hut, Jake was glad to have something to drink. Celestia had a large tank of freshwater under her hut that she would often supplement with coconut water because it tasted better, but it was good enough for Jake. He had no idea how he'd ever manage that.

Suddenly, an axe showed up in front of him, and he stumbled backwards. Only when he took a moment to look at it did he notice that it was slightly translucent.

"Go on, pick it up," urged Celestia. "I'm not going to hold it up for you all day."

He looked back, and it seemed that her horn was glowing. Had it been darker, he'd have noticed that the axe was glowing the same colour.

He grabbed it by the handle, and she let go. He very nearly dropped it, because it was very heavy, and the weight distribution was not what he'd expected. How did video game characters hold giant axes, bigger than this, out in front of them?

"What's this for?" he grunted, trying to redistribute the weight so he could hold it properly.

Celestia gabbed another and hoisted it up over her shoulder. "That's an axe. To be more accurate, that's a double-bit felling axe. Mine, as you can see, is a single-bit felling axe."

He looked at both his and her own, and noted the differences. The most obvious was the handle shape. Hers was curved forward, while his was straight. That was likely due to the fact that his had two blades, and hers only one.

"Does the term "double-bit" mean that it has two blades?"

Celestia nodded. "That's right."

"I've always wondered why it has two. Is there a reason for that?"

"There are a few," nodded Celestia. "For one, the forge blanks tend to be a fair bit shorter, though that doesn't apply to spectral tools like these. The original reason was that it's a pain in the arse to have to spend your entire lunch break sharpening your axe after having used it all morning. A lot of Lumberjacks would carry two axes just to have a sharp one for after they finished their burrito. Then somepony came up with the idea of putting a second axe blade on the back of the first, and because that's a lot cheaper, easier and more lightweight than having to carry around two separate axes, they just made this one reversible. Again, this is spectral, not steel, so we're not going to need to sharpen these, but it also weighs more than a single bit axe."

"Weighs more?" Jake raised an eyebrow. "I thought you just said it was more lightweight?"

"One double-bit axe weighs less than two single-bit axes of the same size. One single-bit axe weighs less than a double-bit axe of the same size."

"So you gave me the heavy one?" questioned Jake.

"Yes," nodded Celestia. "For you, all you have to do is make sure the blade falls in the right location. I actually have to swing. Now, let's go collect some firewood."

After felling the first tree, Jake was pretty glad to have a heavier axe. Turns out, Celestia was right, and all he really had to do was aim and drop the blade. Of course, she'd fallen five in the time it took him to do just one, and she was managing to do it with just one hand, but she was stronger than he was by a wide margin.

As she picked up a tree over both shoulders and dragged them over to him, he had to ask. "You referred to yourself yesterday as a "banished princess." And earlier today, you called this a "prison island.""

"I did, that," nodded Celestia. "Glad to know you were paying attention and were able to connect the dots."

"No, I... Well, yes, but that's not what I meant. I just wanted to confirm that before I asked my question."

"Well, then, ask away," smirked Celestia. "I hereby confirm that what you heard me say earlier is exactly what I said."

"Why don't you just go back?"

The smile faded from her face. "It's not that simple."

Jake nodded, but did not break his gaze. There was an awkward pause, broken by his next question. "Why not?"

Celestia shook her head. "I am only allotted so much of my magic. I have no means of passing through the barrier."

"What barrier?"

Celestia pointed her axe out over the water. "Five hundred metres out from the shoreline, my stomach begins to twist. That's the proximity warning. At seven hundred and fifty metres, it starts to hurt. At nine hundred, my brain begins to swim, and if ever I make it a kilometre or more from the shoreline, I am teleported slowly back to shore. And the slowness of the process is what makes it all that much worse. Unless there was something powerful enough to dispel that barrier, I can never leave."

"Well, I made it through the barrier," noted Jake. "I wasn't even teleported to shore. I had to swim."

Celestia nodded. "So it seems that you're not an alicorn. Or perhaps the barrier only goes a single direction. All I know for certain is that I've lost five boats out there."

"Have you tried moving the shoreline?" asked Jake.

"There's not enough sand or stone to facilitate that. Besides, it resets twice a week; on Sundays and Wednesdays. If I tried to build a bridge, it'd just be demolished."

"What about a wooden bridge that can float on the water?"

"The same thing, destroyed in three to four days."

"So we can't build anything?"

"No, we can. Or rather, I can. You're still up for debate. I had to build my hut from the ground up. Anything I build that doesn't leave the island stays where it is. The same if it just sits on the island. That's what allows me to keep my fishing raft." She turned to him. "Actually, we can test that. The next time I go out fishing, I'll take you with me. Then we shall see if you suffer the same way that I do."

Jake swallowed. He wasn't keen on the idea of suffering the same way she did, especially since he was a coward, and she likely had a higher tolerance for pain than he did. "When is that going to be?"

Celestia paused for a moment, then smiled. "In five minutes."

Chapter the Sixteenth: Raft

Jake held onto Celestia's waist for dear life as she paddled out away from the island. The last time he'd been at the mercy of the waves, it hadn't ended well, and he still hadn't recovered from that. It'd been less than a week since he'd crashed onto the island, and even if he was sure he could swim back to shore, there was an inherent fear of the ocean that had to be acknowledged.

"You know I'm going in the water, right?" asked Celestia, still rowing against the waves.

Jake wanted to accept her statement and move on, but he couldn't. The point of this outing was to find out if he was subject to the same rules as Celestia, and if he was, this was going to hurt.

"So, beginning to feel uneasy yet?"

"Y-yeah," whimpered Jake.

"Shame. We still have a hundred and fifty metres to go before that threshold is supposed to kick in. When we cross, tell me if it suddenly becomes worse."

Jake nodded, rubbing his cheek against the back of her shirt. He dared not look back toward the shore to see how far they'd made it, even if he couldn't judge distance very well. He had no idea where they were in relation to the island.

After a few more minutes, having no idea how many, exactly, he felt her abdomen suddenly tense up. They'd crossed the first line. They were five hundred metres out, he was sure of it.

She rowed a bit further before turning back to him. "Okay, that's eight hundred. How do you feel?"

Jake turned and looked back at the island. It all fit on one solitary gaze. He could see from one end to the other without turning his head. Anyone who was on the beach would look like little more than an ant from this distance.

"Eight hundred metres?" It suddenly clicked in his head. They'd crossed the second threshold, which meant she was in pain right now. That was the tightening in her abdomen, not discomfort. "Ow! Ow, my stomach! It hurts! I guess we should head back, now..."

Celestia raised an eyebrow at him, then shook her head. Without a word, she started paddling out further, and when he could hear her heart pounding in her chest and feel her gasping for breath, he knew they were past the point where it would be agonising for her.

"Please..." he begged. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lie..."

"But you did," growled Celestia. "Why?"

"I wanted you to turn around!" he whimpered. "Please, can we just go back to the house?"

Celestia took a moment of silence and stopped rowing. In less than a hundred metres, she would be teleported back to the island in the most agonising way imaginable. If that happened, could she ensure that Jake would have the wherewithal, presence of mind, and arm strength to row this raft back to the shore? Or would he be lost to the sea? There was no land that could be seen except the island, but would he think to row out in the direction from which he'd come to try to return to normalcy?

No. No, he was a wimp, and a pansy, and he would be lost without her. And if she were to be honest with herself, she liked having him around. It was better to have him than not, and while she could set him up to escape this fate; to slip free of the island and see himself back to shore so he could resume his normal life, she could just as easily make permanent his residence here on the island with her.

She turned and started rowing back toward the island. She had time to decide which option she was going with, and she had knowledge enough to inspire a solution.

"Don't go any further out!" urged Jake.

"I'm not," answered Celestia coolly. "I have my answer, and I need some time to think about it. Now, shush for a bit."

He definitely wasn't sent by Luna. She was nothing if not consistent, and if Luna had assigned somepony to watch her, she wouldn't want them fleeing the island, either, and would absolutely do everything in her power to keep him there.

Of course, she was already pretty sure Luna hadn't sent him. She was half and half the first time she saw him, and that had only diminished with time. But then, Luna was supposed to remove all contact from her. This was supposed to be a solitary confinement. Sure, Jake could move through the walls of her proverbial cell, but he wasn't supposed to be in here. So why was Luna allowing this?

"Wait here," she sighed, setting the oar down on the raft and grabbing the spear. "I'll be right back."

As she moved to the edge, he moved with her, and she had to pry his grip away from her and onto the raft. Once she was certain that he wouldn't overturn it, she rolled into the water and started swimming around with her wings. A few minutes later, she came up, two fairly large fish skewered on her spear. With Jake still shaking, she managed to climb up on her own and row back to shore.

Once his feet hit solid ground, sandy as it was, he began to regain some of his composure, and before the afternoon was out, the firewood was split, and they were sitting next to it, the fish roasting on skewers.

"Are you mad at me?" asked Jake, a little more than an hour later.

"Why do you ask?"

"Because you've been quiet ever since we came back."

Celestia shook her head. "I just have a lot on my mind right now."

He scooted a bit closer. "Like what?"

Celestia shrugged. A lot of things she needed to think about were pertaining directly to Jake, and she wasn't going to ask him. Not until she'd worked it all out. "What do you think of my sister, Jake?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. I've never met her. I know she put you here, and I don't know why, but if she's anything like you, she can't be all bad, right?"

Celestia nodded. "That's a very diplomatic answer."

Chapter the Eighteenth: New Hire

Luna nodded as she watched Jake snuggle into Celestia's warm embrace, gently running her index finger around the tip of her flared cock. The situation wasn't arousing, per se, but she did find that she was enjoying her view.

The doors burst open and a guard ran in. "Apologies for my lateness, Queen Luna, I came as fast as I..." Seeing her rubbing her dick, he blushed and lowered his head, then his whole body in a deep bow. "A thousand pardons, my queen. I shall wait outside until you are ready for me."

As he attempted to back out of the room, she closed the door with a quick bolt of magic. "You will stay here," she commanded. "You will tell us why you have interrupted our session..."

"Y-yes, highness," he whimpered, not releasing his bow. "You sent for me, and I missed the first train by a minute and a half. I had to wait for the second train, and it had to stop because a tree fell over the tracks, and we had to remove it. I was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago, and I thought it best not to waste any more of your time, but I did not know you had... moved on... I beg your forgiveness."

Luna's eyes flashed orange. "Is that so?"

"Yes, my queen. Every word."

There was silence for a moment, then the sound of Luna's bare feet sliding against the marble floor. "It is good that you have told us the truth. We forgive you your lateness and your interruption, so long as you promise that you shall do as we command."

"I will, to the best of my ability," he promised.

"Very good. Come, stand here in front of us."

The guard moved closer, trying to keep his eyes down so as not to stare at her erection.

"Did your commanding officer make clear your new duties?"

"No, ma'am. He did insist that I bring you my paperwork, though." He reached into his saddlebags and pulled out a folder bound in twine, which he offered to her. "If you would care to check it, he wanted you to know the exact state of my fitness for the position."

Luna took the folder and skimmed through it. "You have a lot of urine analyses."

"He kept asking whether or not I was on drugs, and when I would respond that I wasn't, he would have me demonstrate it, because if I was on drugs, I would obviously say "no.""

"And they always came back negative." Luna rubbed her chin. "We shall have to take a stricter analysis later, but for now, it is clear that, as of two hours and sixteen minutes ago, you were completely drug-free."

"I still am, ma'am. Would you like to perform another analysis?"

She shook her head. "We are satisfied with your reports. Let us discuss your new role."

"Yes, ma'am."

"At ease."

Rather than bowing, the soldier stood at attention, as he felt most comfortable with his eyes looking either at the floor or straight ahead. He didn't want to look at her genitals, or her eyes.

"Good enough, anyway." Luna leaned back and brought her right ankle to sit on her left knee. "You will be in charge of keeping an eye on a few prisoners. Tell us, what do you see, here?"

The guard had to break his pose to look at what she was holding. "It's a magic mirror, ma'am."

"Yes, but what does it reflect?"

He stepped closer to see.

"Take it in your hands, guard."

"Y-yes, ma'am." As he took the mirror from her, he stared deeply into it. "I see a purple alicorn eating out a pink earth pony while being sucked off by a yellow pegasus and a purple dragon, a white unicorn is shoving her horn up the alicorn's butt, and just off to the side, an orange earth pony is sitting on a blue pegasus's face. They seem to be having an orgy, ma'am."

"Indeed, so," nodded Luna. "They do that fairly often. These seven prisoners, you just need to make sure they're healthy. Of course, we don't want them to escape, but it is not going to be difficult to keep an eye on them. If you do spot them trying to escape, tell us immediately."

"Right away, ma'am." He turned to walk away, but she stopped him with another spell.

"There's more."

"Yes, ma'am."

She turned the mirror around. "What do you see, here?"

"I see a white unicorn and a... I'm not sure I know what kind of pony that is. They're in bed."

"That is an alicorn. Her wings are tucked into her shirt. She was supposed to be there alone."

"Should I remove the other one? How would I go about doing that? I'm used to prisoners being behind steel bars."

Luna raised her chin. "Failure to remove him is what cost your predecessor his position. Rather, it was his failure to report to me that there was a breach in the containment cell. As of yesterday, this was a big problem, but as I have been made to do your job all day, as you weren't here yet, I have taken stock of the situation. The order I was going to issue, for you to kill the human male, is no longer necessary."

The guard looked closer at the mirror. "Did he die? I thought he was sleeping... Also, what's a human? Are they an offshoot of earth ponies that I've just never heard of? I know I'm not the best at knowing things..."

"It matters not what he is, so much as what he's capable of doing. He is capable of leaving the island. We could potentially make that impossible, but an hour ago, he has made clear his intention that he plans to stay. If he stays, then we have very little problem. Again, you are to ensure that they are kept safe, fed, watered, et cetera. She has refused my aid more than the others, and is mostly sufficient to keep herself maintained, and it looks as if she is doing the same for him. So most of your job is going to be checking in on them six times per day to make sure everything is alright, reporting to us twice a week on Sundays and Wednesdays, as well as any time you have concerns for their safety or security. Make sure you do not shirk this duty, or you shall end up like your predecessor."

The guard swallowed. "What happened to my predecessor?"

With a grin, Luna lifted herself to her feet and gestured to the chair. A stallion had been secured amongst the cushions, his jaw pried open with his face pointed upward. His penis and balls had been locked in a metal cage that looked to be way too small for him, and a strand of saliva ran from his plumped-up lips to her nut sack, which had been resting on his tongue for the duration of the conversation.

"That's very clear," nodded the guard. "I will begin straight away."

Chapter the Nineteenth: Clearing Space

Jake awoke the next morning to find that his cargo shorts had come undone and Celestia's hands were clapped around his arse, rubbing his cheeks in opposite circular motions. She was groping him in his sleep.

He didn't really mind, were it not for his morning wood. On one hand, he wanted her to keep going. If she continued to grope him, maybe he'd feel comfortable groping her. That would, of course, have to wait until he was no longer solely dependent on her for survival, as if she took offense to him grabbing her breasts, he'd have to come up with his own source of food and water, and he didn't even know where she was drawing her water from yet, merely that it was stored in a large tank under her house. He didn't even know how to fish, yet, and that was the whole reason he rented a boat in the first place.

When her thumbs slipped into his waistband, he knew it was time to object, and with a yelp that was higher in pitch and with more of a shuddering lilt than he wanted, almost like a moan, he suddenly and violently pulled free of her grasp.

"Good morning to you, too," she smirked. "Sleep well?"

Jake nodded. He had slept well, but not as well as he slept the night prior, when he'd been wearing panties. He always felt better sleeping on his back, but there wasn't space in Celestia's bed for that, and he'd been sleeping on his side, where the contents of his cargo pocket dug into his thigh. He didn't have that problem in the panties.

"Good. Because today is not going to be easy."

He nodded, then picked himself up out of bed. His jolt a moment ago had removed a single leg, already, anyway. "What are we doing today?"

"Do you recall what your decision was last night?"

Jake nodded again as he tried to tuck his boner away so that it wouldn't be chewed up in the teeth of his zipper. "I wanted to stay here, with you."

Celestia nodded. "That's right. And while this hovel is fine for me, it's far too small for both of us."

It was a little bit smaller than Jake's apartment, but if you removed the bathroom, as Celestia's was outside, it was about the same. And Celestia was probably twice Jake's size, all things considered. It was already kind of cramped, and Jake owned nothing that he could put in here. More space was a requirement.

"I doubt we'll find a realtor at this hour," smirked Jake.

Celestia chuckled. "Look at that. An actual joke. I'm proud of you."

"So, I'm just guessing, here, but I'm assuming that dragging the remains of the ship over here and just living in that is out of the question?"

"No, but it's a bad idea. We can scrap it for parts, but no guarantee on what's still good."

"So, we're expanding this place?"

Celestia shook her head. "No, this place was built a little bit too permanently. Plus, if something should happen to you in the next few days while we're working, I'll still need my home. Plus, if any storm crops up, I want my house to have all of its walls." She shook her head. "No, we'll be building from scratch."

Jake nodded, then bit his lip. "I've never built a house, before..."

Celestia pursed her lips. "Most carpenters, when they initially set out to build their first house, have never built a house before."

"Well, yeah, but they've probably had some amount of training. Building a chair or a table, or something."

"Some, sure. And building a table is exactly the same as building a floor. Ceiling's a bit more complicated, and the walls are a pain, but we'll manage. I've done it before."

Jake nodded and rubbed his hands together. "So, what's the first step?"

After their morning walk around the island to continue building muscle and tone for Jake's legs, and also his butt that Celestia kept grabbing, they returned to the clearing and started moving things out of the way. Jake would move fallen palm fronds, coconut shells, and clear out some of the brush, while Celestia removed the trees. If they were going to put in a new building, as Celestia explained, the first thing that had to be done was clearing a space for it to sit. Celestia would have to find a new place for her compost, but that was easy enough to do.

The spot they chose was a hundred and twenty degrees off from Celestia's hut and the firepit, and was four times as large as the old hut. Having it set up this way would mean that, whether or not they were both living in the big hut, they would both have access first to the firepit and to the outdoor commons area., which also had to move a bit. That is, the clothesline, the outdoor table, the smoking rig (which Jake didn't know what was until he asked), and a few other pieces of equipment that remained outdoors. Of course, Jake was a bit miffed when he found out that she had a ladder this whole time, and he didn't need to climb a tree to collect coconuts, but he said nothing about it.

During the afternoon, Jake collapsed to the dirt, panting. He was exhausted. He'd never worked so hard in his life, and they hadn't even finished the foundation. He hadn't so much as sat down since he woke up, and the past seven hours of heavy lifting had taken a toll on him. He felt bad about abandoning work for the rest of the day, but his back was killing him. He'd spent six-hour shifts before standing on his feet, but constantly bending over to pick stuff up, carrying heavy equipment, and constantly having to move around was too much. He was unaccustomed to this amount of heavy labour.

Luckily, the dirt was cold, and Celestia was understanding. After starting the fire back up, she left him to watch it while easing his back in the soft, cold dirt, while she went to catch dinner; more fish.

Chapter the Twentieth: Foundation

The next day started the same; with a run and a talk, and when they came back, Celestia gave Jake a spade. "Tomorrow, this section will reset if we don't put something in place." She marked twelve spots with flags made of chopped-off palm fronds. "All of these need to be dug out, at least a metre and a half deep."

Jake nodded. "I'll start here. You can start over there, and we'll try to meet in the middle."

Celestia shook her head. "You're going to be digging all of these. I have to go cut down the trees that are going to fit down into these holes. Because I know that you can't cut down six trees, cut them in half and haul them back here in time to treat them before they go in, so you're going to take a headstart on this, instead."

As Celestia dashed off toward the location where they'd recently cut down trees for firewood, Jake felt alone for the first time since Celestia had captured him. Sure, he'd had some moments of privacy; he was allowed to go out into the bushes to pee without being followed, and she had left him to handle a few things while she went out to do other things, but it felt different this time.

He wasn't sure why it felt different. Last night, he'd worked until he'd strained his back, and had just relaxed in the dirt while she went and did the fishing. Today, he was actually doing something while she was gone. He should have been more proud of himself, not letting her work alone, but instead, he felt like a disappointment.

Perhaps it was because she'd asked him to dig the holes, and he was just standing there, even after a minute had passed. He started digging, hoping that he'd come across the answer, because that meant he was working on the solution. The dirt was pretty soft and pliable, and not quite so full of roots as he was expecting. Celestia had, amongst yesterday's work, removed three trees, so he was expecting the roots to still be down there, but he couldn't find any.

Having the whole day to think, it was a good hour before Jake realised why he still felt like a disappointment. Back at his job, he'd felt the same way from time to time, and as he was digging out the third hole, he realised that the reason he felt inadequate today and not yesterday was because he had been saddled with expectations.

When Celestia had gone off from the camp yesterday to do her fishing, she had no expectations for him. She would come back, and as long as he didn't fuck anything up, she'd be fine. Today, she was counting on him to dig these holes, and he was only a quarter of the way done. At this rate, he'd only be halfway done when she came back, and she'd have to finish the job for him.

A chill ran down his spine. He had made the wrong decision. He'd opted to stay here with her, and that meant this was going to be the norm. He'd fail at something she needed him to do, and she'd have to clean up the mess. If he'd opted to leave, she'd only have to deal with his failures until he was gone. But he'd opted to stay. She'd be picking up the slack for his incompetence for a long time.

He wiped his face as she came back to camp, and refused to talk to disguise the catch in his voice. "Good afternoon," she called out, but he didn't respond with more than a nod.

"So, what crawled up your arse this morning?"

"Hm?" Jake looked up, but couldn't bring himself to look at her for long before returning to the ground again. He just shrugged.

"Not talking, huh?"

He shrugged again and continued digging.

She came over and put a hand on his shoulder. "I don't know why you're so grumpy today, but it's time to turn that frown upside-down."

"It'll have to wait," Jake replied, his voice cracking as he spoke.

"Nope! Happening now!"

She spun him around and lifted his chin, and he was once more face-to-face with her massive tits. He glanced up at her smiling face, then pulled away and turned back to continue digging. He didn't feel that he deserved to look at them.

"Nine and a half holes. Not bad. After seeing you in action, I thought you'd be almost halfway done, but here you are, nearly finished. Maybe you're good for something, after all."

Popular media had told Jake that he'd just been insulted, but to be perfectly honest, it felt good to hear. While she had indeed given him a task that she didn't believe he could do well, she had set her own expectations as to what he was capable of, and he'd exceeded them. More importantly, she saw potential in him, even if the only thing he'd demonstrated was an ability to dig a hole.

With renewed vigor, he kept digging, and she started the fire, burning the ends of the logs. She mentioned that this was to help prevent rot, but Jake wasn't sure how accurate that statement really was. He would have thought that burning the wood would help it rot away, but... Well, he'd never build a house before, and Celestia had. If she said this was right, he would just have to trust her. After all, this was supposed to be her new home, too.

As the sun was setting, they finished eating, and Jake felt pretty good about himself. His back hurt even worse than yesterday, but right now, he didn't care. He felt accomplished, and that was something to be proud of.

"You stink."

He looked up at Celestia, his jaw dropping.

"Don't feel too bad about it. I smell pretty awful, too. It's the smell of sweat from hard work. Be proud of how sticky and gross you are."

Jake nodded. "Okay. I am proud. I feel good about the work I put in today."

"Good. But I hope you're not too proud, because we're washing off that stink tomorrow."

Chapter the Twenty-First: Working Rest

Jake woke up again with Celestia's hand in his pants. This time, they weren't belly-to-belly, so she wasn't grabbing his arse. Instead, he was the little spoon, and she had him by the balls.

The tip of her index finger was rubbing against the soft underside of his penis, tracing the plumbing that ran from the base to the tip. All the while, his testicles were tugged out of the way between her ring and little finger. She was teasing him, and he had to resist. Of low value were the boys that would last less than a minute, and he was already having trouble proving his worth.

Unfortunately, despite his best efforts, he didn't last, and he ended up cumming right into her hand. He thought it was over, but instead, she brought the goo right up to his face. "I know you're awake," she said. "I can hear you breathing."

"I'm sorry," admitted Jake. "You're really pretty, and I tried to hold it in, an--"

She cupped her hand over his mouth, covering his face in his own cum. "Shush." She smeared it around to completely cover his lips. "Have you ever slept with another boy?"

"I've never even been with a girl," he answered through her fingers, letting the goo into his mouth.

He tried to spit it out, but she closed his mouth again, making him savour it. "Those two things are not mutually exclusive. Lots of mares go their whole lives sucking stallion cock and never once eating out a pussy."

Jake would have responded that he would have gladly tried his hand at servicing a girl, but would balk at the thought of having a cock in his mouth, but unfortunately, his mouth was closed, and not by his own means.

"Anyway, I said last light how bad you smell." Letting go of his face, she climbed out of bed and grabbed one of the baskets next to the door. "You remember the washing hole, correct?"

"The big pool in the middle of the island?"

"The very same. Go wash these, as well as your own, as well as yourself."

"And then come back and hang them up," nodded Jake, using his sleeve to wipe the rest of his cum from his face.

"You think you can do it quickly, this time?" she smirked.

"I know what I'm doing this time... kind of... Plus, if I just left them floating in the water, how am I supposed to wear them tomorrow?"

"There's a smart lad. Off you go, then."

Jake took the basket and trudged off to the pond. He could do this. After all of yesterday, and her response that showed he was turning into something worthwhile, he was sure he could manage. Plus, she had given him a handjob this morning. She was clearly happy with him. He just had to hold onto that.

He managed to clean all of the clothes pretty easily, now that he knew how. He was a bit further into the pool now than he had been last time. The water was cold, and his back was still sore, so having a higher water level to soak in was doing wonders for him.

Once the clothes were washed and laid out on the rocks to help them start drying, he returned to the pool to bathe. He took a small sip of the water, not to drink, but just to taste, and immediately spat it back out. It was very salty.

He swam out to where the water started to turn deep. It was darker here than any water he'd ever seen. It had to go extremely deep to be such a shade of blue. And to be as salty as it was, there had to be a connection to the ocean deep below.

"Enjoying your swim?"

Celestia's words brought him back to reality. He swam back over so that he didn't have to shout. "Sorry. I was washing up, and I was curious..."

Celestia shook her head. "You've been working hard. I've heard you grunting as you bent over, and heard your back popping as you settled into bed. What say we take a few minutes to just soak in the water and relax, hm?"

A smile crept across Jake's face. "I'd like that."

Celestia nodded and turned around, untying her grass skirt and draping it over a rock. It was made of dry grass, and rather than being washed, it would just be replaced. But underneath, her light blue lace panties slipped down her thighs, and Jake could not keep himself from staring. Not since his first day here had he seen her perfect and smooth arse, with the little sun tattoos on either side.

She tossed the panties onto his face. They were a bit foul, but he had to admit, knowing she'd just been wearing these made him want to take a big whiff.

"You can smell those for a minute, but then you need to wash them," she said, having slipped into the water while he was distracted.

With a nod, and her permission, he took several deep sniffs, his hand drifting down between his legs to fondle himself, but being at least polite enough to turn away.

"Okay, that's enough," she declared after almost a minute. "Put 'em down, wash 'em up."

Jake did, but he revelled in the fact that he still had some of her scent stuck to his little moustache hairs. Going a week without shaving, his stubble was starting to come in, and now, it was doing him a favour.

He washed her panties, then sat down next to her, and she wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"You're a great big pervert," she said, tousling his hair.

"You gave me permission."

"I didn't say I wasn't a pervert... Fuck's sake, I woke you up this morning with a handjob and then smeared cum all over your lips."

"That you did," nodded Jake, scooting a little closer. "But that's all forgiven now."

"Good." She grabbed him by the wrist and pulled his hands up, as well as a small pair of scissors, made from the same see-through material as her axe, and she started trimming his fingernails.

"What are you doing?"

"Giving you a manicure, of course. If you're going to return the favour, I can't have your fingernails all jagged and cracked."

"R-return?"

Celestia smiled down at him. "Don't you want to feel what's been inside my panties?"

Jake nodded vehemently.

"Thought so. Other hand."

As he gave her his other hand, he could barely contain his excitement. He was going to touch her. She was going to let him touch her. They'd only been together for a week, and she was willing to let him explore her body.

He took a deep breath to calm down. Of course, he wanted to know her better, to respect her wishes and boundaries, and if she told him to stop, he would. Obviously, if she wanted him to stop, he would, because if she really wanted him to stop, she would stop him. She was stronger than he was, and the second she grabbed his wrist, he was done for. But at the same time, he really wanted this.

Chapter the Twenty-Second: Clearing the Air

Despite the warm air, Jake was shivering as he walked back to the hut. Both he and Celestia were wearing nothing but panties, and she was carrying the basket of clothes. He would have, were he not so shaken, but the whiplash of emotions he felt when he placed his hand on her genitals had caused him to be a bit uneasy. She'd offered to carry him back, but with how he'd reacted at the first touch, he felt like the skin-on-skin contact would be a bit too embarrassing, so he opted to walk a few paces behind her.

He thought back to his first day here. He'd walked the same path, further back from her, watching her tail and arsecheeks sway with every step. The view was nicer up close. Back then, he'd just wanted to put his hands firmly on those buns. He couldn't wait back then. But now, he was older, he was wiser, and waiting didn't sound like such a horrible idea.

When they returned to camp, Jake saw what Celestia had been doing all morning while he was washing their clothes. She'd cut and laid all of the floor joists, and a few of the decking plates. There was the beginning of a floor here, and it had only been a couple of hours. She was really good at this.

He hopped up onto the floor, which was about chest height. There were no stairs yet, as those took a lot of cutting that she just hadn't made it around to doing yet. Jake wasn't sure how much cutting, exactly, and he wasn't remotely aware of how much work it would take, but she'd said it would be one of the most difficult parts, and he believed her.

Celestia, on the other hand, went to hang the clothesline. It had been one of the things set up where the new house was going to be, and now it had to move.

"Are these comfortable?" asked Celestia, holding up his boxer briefs. "We don't really have these where I come from. Or at least, we didn't when I was there."

Jake nodded, then realising that she couldn't see him behind her, answered again, vocally this time. "They are."

"Perhaps I'll have a pair made for myself."

"Have a pair made?"

Celestia turned back to face him. Immediately, his gaze dropped to the ground.

She turned back to her work. "I can ask for things to be sent here. I usually try to handle things myself, but let's be honest, there's no cotton on this island. Or wool. And I left my spinning wheel and knitting needles back in Equestria. I have a sewing needle, though, and I can spin coconut fibres into short threads to make repairs."

Jake nodded. He didn't know how to spin wool or cotton into thread, or any of the other stuff used to make fabric. He wasn't big on textiles, as he was certain that he'd never have to make his own clothing. He lived in a society where, if you wanted clothes, you just went out and bought them. He'd never needed to make his own clothes before. But it would be nice if he had a second set. Eventually, his cargo shorts would wear out, and his shirt... Well, in excess sun, it wouldn't be dark blue for very long. But they were made of polyester, and he wasn't sure what plant or animal provided that.

Once she had the clothes hung up, she sat down next to him on the beginnings of the floor. "So, we need to talk about what happened back there."

Jake lowered his head. He didn't want to talk about it.

"So, obviously, that was your first time. You also weren't expecting it. It's not so bad once you've grown accustomed to it."

"I don't know if I want to grow accustomed to it," whimpered Jake. "It's very unsettling, and not at all like I imagined."

"Not at all?"

Jake shuffled his fingers uncomfortably. "Well, it's just... I mean, your boobs are so freaking gorgeous. And they're so big, and bouncy, and kind of squishy and soft and warm and perfect and smooth and beautiful... You have the best tits I've ever seen, and I could stare at them for hours."

"You wanna touch 'em?"

With a nod, Jake cupped them in his hands, shifting them slightly with his fingers and feeling their weight flow around his grip. Everything about her breasts was wonderful, and he loved them.

"They're nice, right?"

"They're the best!"

She grabbed him by the wrists and pulled his hands away. "I love having my breasts worshipped so. But I am more than just a big, swinging pair of tits."

"I know. You're also really strong, and really smart, and way better than I am at pretty much everything. You're so much more than just the biggest breasts I've ever seen, and the first pair I've ever held."

"Yes, but there's more, still."

"And I appreciate that."

"So, here's the deal: If you want any part of me, you have to know that I'm the whole package. You can't just ignore the parts of me that you don't like; the parts that set you on edge. You have to accept me for who I am, and you have to accept my body for what it is. This is a dealbreaker. All of me, or none of me."

Jake nodded and pulled his hands back a bit to grip her thumbs. "I know I acted really weird when it came up. I want to tell you the truth, and the truth is, I didn't like what I felt. Part of me wants to stand behind that decision, but there's another, smaller part of me that wants to change my mind. I want to stay beside you, but most of me wants to say "no." However, that would be a really stupid decision. You're probably right, and I'll probably be less bad about my reactions once I grow more accustomed to touching it. I mean, you have to deal with it every day, and there's nothing inherently wrong with you, so I'll probably be fine, eventually. Right?"

Celestia nodded. "Trust me. Once you see it as normal, it's not going to even bother you anymore. Are you ready to feel it again?"

Jake nodded. It was a lie, but he had to react better than he did at the pond. At the very least, he was more ready now than he had been back then.

As Celestia placed his fingertips at her waistband, Jake swallowed. He was going to do this, even if he didn't like the thought of it. He slid his hands down into her panties and cupped her enormous balls.

Chapter the Twenty-Third: Relaxation

Celestia lay supine on what floor there was, her legs open and breathing deeply. "Don't forget the balls," she reminded Jake.

He nodded, and took a moment to bring his hands down to her balls, cupping them and rubbing them softly against each other. He felt a bit cheated, as he was going to be here until she came, and that wasn't going to be easy for him. He didn't dislike gay people, but he wasn't one of them. He didn't like touching other people's dicks. Even if the dick he was rubbing his hand against was attached to the body of the most beautiful woman in all of existence, it still felt wrong.

"How's that feel?"

Celestia tightened her grip on his ankle. He wasn't going to leave this spot until he finished, as they were both pretty aware that he'd bolt and try to wriggle out of doing this if given the chance. "It's boring," she said, looking up at him. "Is this how you treat your own penis?"

He lowered his head. "When I'm edging, sometimes..."

"You can be a little more rough," she offered. "You're stuck here until I finish, so anything you can do to hurry that along would be to your benefit."

Jake picked up his pace a little bit with his rubbing, still mostly using his palm. His fingers still felt a bit stubby and unnatural, like they did every time he trimmed his fingernails. "So... what usually helps you... pop off, as it were?"

Celestia looked him right in the eye. "If I tell you, will you do it?"

Jake was quiet, and he focused his attention back on her cock. It was huge, roughly the size of his forearm in girth, and nearly twice as long. Each testicle was bigger than his balled-up fist, and dense enough to feel heavy in his hands. They were significantly bigger than his, and it was baffling to him that she was able to hide these for so long without him knowing. It was, as a whole, big enough that it would be like stuffing an entire human arm into her panties, and she'd done so without anyone noticing.

Of course, by anyone, he only meant himself. No one else was here. Seeing it in front of him, being unable to close his hand around it, he felt inadequate. He knew that his body wasn't going to grow much larger, maybe two or three centimetres if he was lucky, but he'd reached his maximum height, and even without her horn, she was way taller, and bigger in every way. Even if she had a pussy, he knew deep down that he was too small to satisfy a woman of her size, but his dick was less than a tenth of hers, and both of his balls together didn't even qualify as a handful to her.

Suddenly, his face was pressed against her cock, and a sudden gasp filled his nose and mouth with her scent. The same scent that had been on her panties when he stole them. The same scent that had been on her panties when she made him wash them. The same scent he'd jerked off to twice. The same scent he would have masturbated to a dozen more times had he thought she wasn't watching and judging him. He knew this scent. He liked this scent. He had a reaction to the scent from a week of wanting to see what was under it. His dick immediately shot up to full attention at the memory of the scent because he'd connected this scent to a good thing.

A sudden thought occurred to him. He'd never do this for real, but with everything happening, he wondered if he imagined it, it might make the situation seem a little better. He closed his eyes and thought about Celestia's scent, and what her taste must be. If she had wrapped her pussy around some guy's cock, then his shaft, covered in her juices, would smell and taste like her. The question then became, would he suck her juices off of that guy's cock just to taste the woman he wanted to be with?

No. It was a romantic thought, and he wanted to believe that he would do it; that she meant enough to him to validate this course of action just to be closer to her, but he wasn't so desperate for her yet that he would stoop to that level. It was still another man's dick, and that was more than he was willing to put up with.

Unfortunately, as he was shaking the thought from his head, he was nuzzling her cock and motorboating her balls. He stopped for a moment, then his head started again of its own accord. He tried to stop it, but something was forcing it, at least for a minute or two.

"Alright, come up for air, pervert."

Jake felt the pressure leave his head as he pulled himself up. "Something was forcing me to do that," he gasped.

"Yeah. That was me," answered Celestia. "You wouldn't talk to me, so I assumed you just wanted to hurry this along. So I helped you hurry it along. Feel how close I am."

She pressed his face against her cock. It was throbbing. Slowly, but it was throbbing.

"Now, do you want to spend the rest of the day blandly rubbing against the underside of my shaft, or do you want to make me cum and move along?"

Jake was quiet once again, but for fear of her making the decision for him again, he thought it better that he make a decision quickly. "The second option, please."

No sooner did he finish his sentence than feel himself being lifted into the air and then pushed to the floor. Now he was the one on his back, and she was sitting over him. In the next few moments, she had straddled him, placed his hands on top of her cock, and started thrusting against his chest, bopping him in the face repeatedly with her flare for a little more than a minute. She held his hands down tightly, almost crushing him under her weight, until finally, she reached her climax, unloading a torrent of cum right into his face in several powerful bursts of rope. Some of it went up his nose, and when he opened his mouth to complain, some went in there, too.

"That was good," she panted, rolling off of him. "Having a partner is way better than using my hand. I'd almost forgotten how good that felt. Was it good for you?"

Jake wiped off the thick, sticky goop that covered his eyes and looked right at her, unimpressed.

"You have something on your nose," she chuckled.

Chapter the Twenty-Fourth: Reset the World

Jake once again awoke to the feeling of having his cock stroked by Celestia's soft hand. While he enjoyed that, he didn't enjoy what else he felt. They'd gone to bed buck naked, and to help Jake normalise the feeling of Celestia having a cock, she'd slipped it between his thighs, and it was rubbing against his balls.

Rather than pretending he was asleep to just let this play out, he pulled her shaft closer to him and began to rub it. He was being a bit rough, but if he did it quickly, he could move on to the next part of his day.

"My, someone's eager," giggled Celestia. "Already in love with it?"

Jake shook his head. "I want to finish the floor."

"Well, at least you're honest." She began to thrust up between his thighs, which he squeezed around her girth, and before too long, she was finished, and she pulled away before Jake could reach his own climax. He was about to climb out of bed, but she pushed him back down, wrapping her lips around his cock and tonguing his balls. He definitely couldn't reach her throat, but she certainly sucked hard enough that he felt a couple of centimetres longer, and it wasn't more than a few seconds before he reached his climax.

He felt a little bit bad as he slipped into his clothes. She'd swallowed his morning load, and he'd just tried to rush through hers. It wasn't that he was trying to be ungrateful or burdensome. Deep down, he wanted her to feel good. But he didn't like servicing her cock. He wanted to move past that, and he wished that he'd normalised it already, but it'd been less than twenty-four hours since he'd learned about it. He didn't know if it was because hers was bigger, or just because she had one, but he didn't like it, and he didn't like the part of himself that didn't like it. Not when she was nice enough to keep him alive.

Nevertheless, he walked out of the hut to find that several things had changed. Two trees had spung up overnight; One in the exact center of the new hut, and one where he thought the stairs were supposed to go. Not sprouts or saplings, but fully-grown, fully-formed trees.

Of course, the brush had returned, too, but not within ten centimetres of any of the posts. In addition, any of the spans that ran across the frame of the subfloor were empty underneath. If they finished the floor, the underside of the house would stay clear.

"So, what's all this?"

Celestia turned and looked at Jake for a moment. "I told you the day before yesterday that everything would reset that night. While it seems I was wrong about Luna losing her grasp on the situation, it seems as though she slipped in all of the excitement. She's a day late on the reset. That's why we didn't have any vegetables last night; we ran out. And that tells me that we should probably start gardening."

"Doesn't that take a long time to set up?" asked Jake. "Even with some of the faster plants, doesn't it take, like, three weeks to grow?"

"True, very true..."

"And that's not even counting all of the weeding, watering, checking for parasites... And I don't even know what we'd plant or what kind of diseases it'd be susceptible to... Like, logistically, how is this even going to work? And with it resetting every couple of days, all of our progress is just going to disappear. How would we even make this work?"

"Hm..." Celestia's horn glowed, and an axe appeared in front of her, along with a few splitting wedges. There were still a few fallen trunks around from the day before yesterday, and as her magical, glowing axe twirled around in front of her, she smiled. "We'll figure it out."

Jake wasn't quite so sure, but if anyone knew what they were doing out here on this island, it wasn't him. She knew more about this than he did, and if she thought there was a chance to improve things, he'd trust her.

This spot was pretty shady, though. The palm canopies were pretty wide, and there was a chance they wouldn't see enough sun to really grow.

He followed in her lead, splitting the trunk into flat-ish planks. She would start them, then he would run the length, driving wedges in as he went until the whole thing came apart, and she'd start a new row for him. Then, while he would split, she'd shave off the splinters with a side axe and lay the plank in the right place.

When they ran out, it was already late into the afternoon, but the floor was almost done. They'd opted to keep the tree in the center, as it was fairly straight, and it could act as the central beam for the roof, sparing them a load-bearing wall spanning the center of the building. There didn't have to be multiple rooms, but there still could be, if they wanted that.

Nevertheless, the floors were almost done, and Jake crawled around beneath the house to clear away all of the brush while Celestia went to collect the vegetables and fish, and he was supposed to take the ladder to collect more coconuts. At the very least, he was doing something helpful, but he was exhausted and sore when dinner was done. Luckily for him, Celestia was also too tired to keep him up, so they went to bed, and he fell asleep before she could rub him with her dick anymore.

Of course, that didn't stop her. She stripped him down, spread his legs, and situated herself firmly between his thighs, letting him keep her warm. "You did a good job today, Jake," she whispered into his ear. "I know you can't hear me, but I'm very proud of what you've done. No matter what happens, I want you to know that I'm proud of you, and you've done a good job. Soon, you'll be able to look back and see your progress, and I envy you that day."

With that whispered, she kissed the top of his head, and then she, too, drifted off to sleep.

Chapter the Twenty-Fifth: Regulation

As the guard nervously raised his hoof to knock on the door, it swung open before his hoof could touch it. "Come in," came Luna's voice, beckoning him closer. With a nod, he crept into the room, the door slamming behind him. He was almost certain that he was going to be the next chair ornament, but he stepped closer to the throne, anyway.

Luna was enjoying a nice shoulder massage while she warmed her cock inside the throat of the guard that had failed in his task. "You have more questions?"

He nodded. "Y-yes, ma'am. Sorry to d-disturb you so f-f-frequently, ma'am."

"Stop shaking," she ordered. "We have brought you here to do a job. We would rather that you ask questions and do your job properly than shirk your responsibilities. That is why we have forgiven you for forgetting which days you are supposed to reset the island."

"And I'm really, really, really sorry about that."

"Just don't let it happen again."

He nodded. "Anyway, I was watching them today, and I started thinking... Maybe we should send them care packages?"

She looked up at him, raising her right eyebrow. "Excuse us?"

He swallowed hard. She was mad, now... He'd fucked up. "N-nevermind, I'm just... I'll learn my place..."

As he turned to leave, she grabbed him by the tail and brought him closer. "Tell us. Tell us what it is you wish to send them."

He fidgeted with his hooves. "Well... Because I forgot to set everything back to normal, they're all flustered. I thought sending them a few gifts might make them feel that we didn't forget about them; that they still matter. Studies have shown that if you treat prisoners like citizens, they're less likely to reoffend."

"That is indeed true, but it is not the question we have asked. These prisoners will not reoffend because they cannot."

"Right. Okay. So, for Princess Twilight and her friends, I noted that they seem to be running out of energy a bit faster with the extra... sessions... I thought we might send them some electrolytes, or something. Something to help them maintain their energy?"

Luna nodded. "Very well."

"As for your sister, and her new... guest... Well, mostly for the guest..."

"Spit it out."

He took a deep breath. "I was thinking we might send some new clothes."

Luna looked up at him. "New clothing items, is it?"

"Well, he only owns the one set, ma'am. Plus, Princess Twilight's panties and bra, the latter of which is too big for him."

There was a pause, then Luna burst into laughter. A few seconds later, however, she returned to her silent, stoic state. "Sincerest apologies for the outburst, though you need it not. We were simply musing to ourselves. Indeed, we shall give Jake new clothing. However, we shall personally select the clothing he shall receive. We will have something ready for you by the end of the night."

"Excellent. Additionally, I've noted that they seem to want more edible vegetables. Do you happen to know what humans can eat safely?"

Luna lowered her face back to the massage table. "We are not familiar, personally, but he seems to have done okay with the red potatoes and coconuts. We are aware; coconuts are actually a seed, not a vegetable, but the point remains. We do, however, know of one who has dealt with humans in the past. In fact, she had to live among them and pretend to be one of them. Perhaps she would know?"

"Wonderful. Who should I contact?"

Luna held up her handheld mirror. "This is Princess Twilight Sparkle. Does she look familiar to you?"

The guard looked at her. He'd seen her several times. In fact, he'd just suggested sending her a care package. "How do I speak to her?"

Luna's horn glowed, and Twilight suddenly disappeared, leaving Fluttershy gaping in the mirror. A moment later, the guard found that he, too, was separated from the room where he just was. He was now in an orange-beige box, With only Twilight Sparkle and her thunderous erection.

"You have fifteen minutes," came Luna's voice from a speaker in the corner. "When your time is up, I will bring you back. The clock is ticking..."

Twilight turned to the guard and scowled. "I'm not going to let this happen." Her horn charged up, and a great purple and pink blast sent him into the wall.

As he stood up, he wheezed. "You don't understand..."

"I understand plenty!" shouted Twilight, blasting him again. This impact knocked the wind out of him. She walked over to where he'd collapsed and picked him up by the mane. "I am not a violent pony, but I will defend myself from the likes of you!"

As she dropped him in the corner and walked to the opposite end of the room, the guard picked himself up. As Twilight charged her horn again, he lowered himself back to the ground.

Every time he tried to ask, she would blast him. Every time he would stand up, she would blast him. When his fifteen minutes were up, he was barely able to pick himself up off of the stone floor, and he was no closer to an answer.

"That was a sub-par performance," scolded Luna. "We were told you were one of the best wardens in Equestria."

"Usually," he coughed, "the pony is bound when I first go to speak with them. They've been searched for weapons, they're magically suppressed, and there's at least one other guard present. I don't go for one-on-one visits without a plan beforehand..."

Luna nodded and pulled her cock out of her chair's mouth. "We shall gather some information for you. We shall also gather some clothes for the little human boy. You can come pick up the care packages tomorrow. For now, it is time you slept off your troubles."

The guard looked around and saw that they were no longer in the throne room. She'd brought him back to one of the guest rooms.

"You are to rest here tonight. We have ordered the masseuse to help you unwind, and of course, feel free to use our fuck hole while we're gone." To emphasise this last point, she brought the guard's predecessor over to the bed, spread his legs, and lifted his tail, revealing that his arsehole was already lubed up. "We shall return at dawn."

As she stepped out of the room, the guard hopped up on the massage table. If he was being afforded extra treatment, he certainly wasn't going to say no. What kind of idiot refused a gift from the queen, herself?

Chapter the Twenty-Sixth: Putting Up Walls

Perhaps it wasn't so bad, shacking up with Celestia. She may have had a giant cock, but she was warm, her hands were soft, and she didn't mind that Jake's hands were pressing against her boobs. It wasn't perfect, but it was obviously better than anything he'd ever had before.

He'd grown up in a time where porn was a common thing. Girls with perfect bodies, cinematographers with perfect angles, the best makeup, lighting, well-written scenarios. He'd wanted to deliver pizzas since he was twelve because porn had promised that he'd have his dick sucked by hot women all the time. He changed his mind at thirteen, though, when he figured out that it was all staged.

As he reached down and rubbed her tip, however, he still couldn't find any enjoyment in it. He wasn't gay. He wasn't even bi. He wished she had a pussy he could rub, instead.

Suddenly, a loud boom outside caught his attention. Celestia's, too. They scrambled to their feet and scurried out the door, not even bothering with their clothes.

Another boom rang out as a second box burst into existence, right next to the first. Celestia held Jake's shoulder, sitting him down on the steps as they waited. Ten minutes, and no third box. Just two.

With Celestia by his side, Jake approached the boxes. Celestia even gave him a crowbar, with which he could open them. She'd have opened them, herself, but they had Jake's name on them... almost.

"For "Jack," huh?" chuckled Celestia. "I suppose that's evidence. Luna knows you're here, and that you're fraternising with me."

"I'm guessing these are from her?" asked Jake, prying one open. Inside the wooden box were two smaller boxes, one cardboard, one wooden. He pulled out the cardboard one, first.

"I mean, it's either her or the guard assigned to watch us. And if the guard assigned to watch us is doing this without her permission, he's going to suffer for it. Treason's a pretty nasty charge."

"Well, let's see if his effort was worth it."

Jake pulled open the cardboard box and found that it was full of clothes. Mostly pink, but there were a few things that weren't.

Avoiding the pink, he pulled out a black tee. It was way too big for him, and had a print of a zombie pony with white hair with strings coming from its fingers that controlled a puppet of a devil with a pitchfork, which had strings coming from its fingers that controlled an even smaller puppet of the zombie, dancing for a crowd of blackened silhouettes in a sea of yellow fire that reflected in the giant zombie's eyes.

"That's probably mine," said Celestia, grabbing it from him and slipping it on. It fit perfectly.

The next thing he pulled out was some lacey red lingerie. This was definitely not in Celestia's size, as the bra was tiny, and her tits were huge.

"Ooooh!" clapped Celestia. "Put it on! You'd look so cute in that!"

Jake put it off to the side, ignoring her plea. The next shirt, which was in his size, was blue. It had an arrow pointing to the collar, and the words "Until It Snaps" written in cursive. Then a pink button-up with the words "blowjob princess" written on the back, then a black tee that said "Daddy's Little Napkin," and had a bunch of used tissues as a picture.

"Is there anything in here that doesn't paint me as being a slut?" asked Jake, tossing aside another shirt that said "Cum Guzzler."

"Looks like she has you pegged," snorted Celestia.

That snort became a full-on raucous laughter as Jake picked up a pair of booty shorts that had the words "Peg Me" printed on the arse. "I'm starting to not like your sister."

Celestia was rolling on the ground now, unable to contain herself. She couldn't answer for the tears streaming down her face as she roared in laughter.

"Here. This will do just fine." Jake held up a shirt that was pretty tame. It was blue with white buttons, and all it said on the back was "#LostMyKeys." He put it on, and it actually fit. "This is fine. I can rock this. At least there's no sexual connotations here. I'm okay being portrayed as forgetful." He found a wide-brimmed hat, too, with a little unicorn horn on it like Celestia's. Underneath, it said "#ThisIsNotMyHorn." "Look, I'm a unicorn!"

Celestia clutched her stomach. She couldn't take much more of this.

Jake slipped into a pair of blue satin panties, and a pair of shorts that had a regular zipper in the front, and a longer one in the back. Out of everything that was sent, this seemed to be the least offensive to him. The rest, he just kind of put back in the box. He understood the joke; Luna thought he was a girl because of his tiny dick. At only twenty centimetres, who could blame her? Especially compared to Celestia. That made him only good for fluffing bigger, more worthy dicks. Funny joke.

He opened the other boxes, and he found something far more agreeable; potted plants. All of them had tags listing what they were, with pictures showing what they looked like. Cucumbers, peppers, tomatoes, spinach, cabbage, radishes, potatoes and corn were there, but so were some other things. There was an eggplant, but it was listed as an "aubergine" for some reason, and even more strange, there was a plant that just said "Cheeseburger." It had a picture of a cheeseburger on it, too.

"You know, cheeseburgers don't grow on trees..."

Celestia had recovered just enough to look up from the ground and catch her breath. "I think that's a vining plant."

"They don't grow on vines, either. Well, I guess the tomatoes and pickles do..."

"Pickles don't grow on vines. The cucumbers do, and then they're pickled."

"Yeah, whatever. And jalapeños, if they have them. But what makes a cheeseburger is the cheese, the patty, and the bun. You can't grow the cheese or patty from any plant."

Celestia took a deep breath. "Yes, well... We'll plant them and see what happens. In the meantime..." she picked up the cardboard box and smirked. "You have some clothes to try on."

Chapter the Twenty-Seventh: Daydream

Jake lifted the last plank up over his shoulder and carried it over to the floor frame. He'd thought that the wall frames would be going up before the floor was finished, and he didn't know why he thought that was the case, but it wasn't, and for good reason. It turned out, according to Celestia, and also, it made sense, that it was a lot easier to put down a floor before building the walls, as you could bring the materials up and then build the wall while standing on the floor.

Now, Jake had wondered how they were going to secure any of this without nails, and before Celestia had gone off to cut more trees, she'd showed him. Her ability to summon tools had afforded him a hammer, and that was expected, but it had also included an auger, which was one of those olde-timey drill things that he'd seen in old cartoons. He used that to put holes in the planks, then drove a bunch of sticks through the holes. Celestia had taught him how to make a straight line before she left, so he would go down through the planks and into the joists, then use some sticks to drive down into the holes to make sure the planks didn't move around.

He'd actually done pretty good today, despite his embarrassment. He'd been tasked with cleaning up the remaining planks and securing the flooring, and as the last dowel was cut down to the right size, so as not to stick up, he was finished. At least, for now. He'd probably be given another task as the day went on. When Celestia came back, she'd have something for him to do.

It wasn't often that he was afforded a break, yesterday excluded, and he was going to take advantage of that. Dipping into the bushes, he undid the zipper on his shorts and pulled out his dick. Celestia was great; having her around was wonderful, and he was having more sex now than ever, but he had no real alone time to just imagine his favourite porn scenarios and just jerk off. It was something he did quite often before bed, but now, not so much.

He closed his eyes. He was a plumber, today, and he was going to a house up the street. A lady had a problem with her sink, and he was the one to fix it. There was no sense in messing with perfection; the woman who answered the door, dripping wet and wearing only a bathrobe, was Celestia. "Oh, right this way," she said, directing him to the kitchen. "I'm having a party tonight, and the sink just... stopped working. Can you fix it for me?"

"Not a problem, Ma'am," he smiled, dropping down beneath the sink and moving up into the cabinets. As he did so in his imagining, he lowered himself to the ground and pushed his shoulders into the dirt. He wanted to feel it the same as he was imagining. "Let's take a look..."

Jake wasn't a real plumber. He didn't actually know how to fix a sink that wasn't working. He knew that the plumber would normally climb into the cabinets and twist some pipes until it was fixed, but that didn't matter. In this scenario, he was a genius, and after moving a few things with his wrench, the whole thing was fixed.

As he pushed his way out, He saw up Celestia's robe, which was now hanging open. Her breasts were bouncing on her chest, and her pussy was absolutely dripping. "You fixed it!" she clapped. "How can I ever repay you?"

"Just doing my job, ma'am," he smiled. "No thanks necessary."

"Oh, but I can't let my hero walk away with no reward. Now, let's see..." His pants sprung open as his dick was rock hard, and just as big as the real Celestia's. "Oh, I know... Let me take care of that for you..."

His hand ran up and down his penis, stroking himself to the mental image of her labia engulfing his shaft. He bucked his hips a bit, biting his lower lip as he did. His left hand reached up under his shirt and gripped his chest, a sort of half-simulacrum to represent him grabbing her breasts, and her putting her hands on his chest for stability.

"You're so big and strong," she panted. "I wish I had a man like you in my life. Someone who would always be around to fix my sink and clean my pipes. You're such an asset, and a credit to your gender! I love you!"

"I love you, too," he moaned. "You're so perfect." He came, inside of her in his dream, and into the dirt in reality.

"You were fantastic," she smiled, lying on his chest. "When can we be together again?"

"The next time I fix your sink," he smiled. "When next you spring a leak, call and ask for me, personally."

A splash of warm liquid drew Jake out of his fantasy. "Oh, no!" called Celestia. The real Celestia, not the one in his vision. "The sink sprung a leak again! Guess you'll have to stop fucking your client and go back to work..."

Jake finally managed to put his hand in the stream of urine long enough to swat it off of his face as Celestia continued to pee on him. "Stop!"

Celestia lowered her hand, aiming at his chest and belly, instead. "Have a nice wank?"

"I was, right up until you interrupted it!"

Celestia giggled. "So, dish! I want to hear the details about the man who you went to go fix the plumbing for. Was he a hunk?"

"She was a babe. Perfect tits, a smooth pussy, and a plump, squeezable arse. She also had wings, a horn, a snout, white skin, rainbow hair and tail, and sun tattoos on her hips."

"So, she looked like me, but with a pussy?"

Jake nodded as Celestia's stream dried up and turned to just dripping. "What, you thought I was kidding when I said you had perfect tits? I think most of the rest of you is really hot, too."

"Just not my dick..."

He looked down. "I'm sorry. I'm trying to adjust to that, still...."

Celestia nodded. "You'll come around. In the meantime, it's time to return to work. Come along."

Chapter the Twenty-Eighth: Sleeping Arrangements

Jake sat down on the sand and looked out over the ocean. He'd become sedentary again, and had spent all of his time lately at home. Rather, building the house, but once it was constructed, it was going to be home. Any time not spent at home was at work; either gathering lumber or coconuts (though Celestia usually gathered the lumber), or washing clothes, as well as himself. He was on a tropical island. He was in a committed relationship, even if he wasn't the initiator of most of the activities. Anyone else in his scenario would be having sex on the beach; both the activity and the drink.

But not Jake. Jake wasn't indulging in anything. The closest he'd come to letting loose and having the fates do with him what they would was that he'd had a daydream that'd ended with him being pissed on. And he wasn't dreaming of a vacation destination, but a work scenario. He was dreaming of working, at a job he knew nothing about. And he was dreaming about that while living many people's dream vacation. What was wrong with him?

The crashing of the ocean waves was louder than he imagined. Celestia had given him permission to come out here, of course. He was a bit mopey after such a long day. It was a pretty hard one, too. After such an effort, with how difficult the day had been, despite his short break in the middle, she'd told him to go take a break while she put dinner together. She'd pulled out a clay pot, so she was clearly doing something soup-like.

His mind went back to that clay pot, actually. Most notably, it was made from clay. It wasn't like the spectral metal tools she kept summoning. It was ceramic. That meant that it was either a gift from Luna, which he doubted because of the bad blood between Celestia and her sister, or she made it herself. Given how resourceful Celestia was, that seemed more likely.

A small crab scuttled over his hand, skittering back to the sea. Or maybe to a hole. He wasn't sure which crabs lived where, and his thoughts were merely a guess. But he did watch it for a moment, seeing it move across the clay deposit. Celestia had a fireplace in her hut. It was small, but she had one. If she could build a fireplace from the clay sitting here on this beach, she could probably make a deep, round bowl with three legs, even without a potter's wheel. She was smart enough to build a house; she was probably smart enough to make pottery.

Pottery. It had never occurred to him, but now, he was thinking. Usually, when pottery and making ceramics came up, it was vases and decorative cups and stuff like that. But he recalled seeing ceramic cookware and knives, and he'd attended his history classes, so the thought that people used to use ceramic was not entirely foreign to him. He'd even heard that porcelain was a ceramic, and that's what toilets were made from. They were pretty sturdy, and so were porcelain plates, which were for eating. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to have food cooked in something that used to be dirt. After all, steel used to be rocks.

A whistle brought him back to the encampment. Celestia had finished making fish stew, and there was plenty of it. "Hungry?"

Jake nodded and scooped out a bowl of soup. There was no ladle; she'd cooked it with a wooden spatula. Dipping the bowl into the soup and then pulling it out was the way to serve it.

"Weather looks like it's going to be clear tonight," mentioned Celestia. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Probably not," answered Jake, swallowing a small chunk of what he thought was potato.

"Let's check."

"Hm?" Jake had never heard that in response before.

"What are you thinking about right now?"

Jake was silent for a moment. In truth, he had a lot on his mind. But if he had to pick a recent thought, it might as well be something useful. "I was wondering if it might be a good idea to put in a fireplace in the new house, and that thought was being cast aside with the understanding that I don't know how to make one."

"Is that all?" scoffed Celestia. "Jake, you don't even have to worry about that. I know how to make one, and I'm going to assist you. You're so very lucky to have me!"

Jake nodded. "So, how do we go about that, exactly?"

"Well, first, we're going to need the grating. That's for the ashes to fall through. Then you start at the base, and just start working your way up. In this case, we'll put a small opening outside so we can shovel out the ashes. Then another opening on the inside, a bit wider and taller, to let the heat through. The grate will sit at the bottom of that. Then a hollow tube going up to let the smoke out, and at the top, a cap so as not to let the rain in. It's as simple as that. I can't believe you didn't think of that, silly!"

Jake nodded. "I guess I hadn't really considered the steps to "how." I suppose I was solely focused on going from nothing to the finished product."

"That's the great thing about learning; you see the steps taken, and before too long, you find your road."

There was a pause as Jake considered her words. Just about any process could be broken down into steps. "So, what about you?"

"Oh, I know how to build a fireplace. I built the one in there." She thumbed over her left shoulder to the small hut behind her. "Don't even worry about my ability to construct a fireplace."

"Not what I was asking. What was it you were thinking when you asked what I was thinking?"

"Oh. Yeah, you were right, I wasn't thinking the same thing."

"So what were you thinking?"

Celestia shrugged. "I forgot."

"Well, it had something to do with the weather..."

"Oh, yeah! I was going to ask if you wanted to just sleep out here tonight. Under the stars, you know?"

Jake took a deep breath and pushed his shoulder-length brown hair back over his head as he looked up. "That sounds nice. We moving the bed out?"

"Nope." Celestia picked up some palm fronds that had been tossed aside and spread them over the floor. "Right there's fine. And hey, I have something else, too." She reached behind the log she'd been sitting on and pulled out a large green bottle. "Abyssinian Absinthe..."

Chapter the Twenty-Ninth: Hell

Jake felt like his whole body was in a vise. His legs were numb, and he could barely feel his arms, but everything else hurt, and it was excruciating. He'd never felt quite this bad before. Not even that time a few years ago when he'd tried to drink a rancid beer that he couldn't finish because the taste was just... not good, the other one. Bad; that was it. He didn't remember what he'd done last night, but he didn't really remember anything. Maybe he'd remember if he looked around.

Unfortunately, someone had set the sun to its maximum brightness, because as soon as he opened his eyes, he was blinded as his corneas were set on fire. He couldn't look. He'd have to feel around. He'd never guessed that he'd be blind, but now, he was. At least, temporarily.

He commanded his right arm onto his face. It smacked him a few times before actually managing to find its grip, but he found it eventually. With his right eye covered, he opened it, then began to lift his hand to let in just a little bit of light.

It was green. He was in a green place. The location where he was was green. Greenland. No, wait, that was a misnomer. He was in Iceland. That's why it was so hot; because Iceland was green and Greenland was icy. He was in Iceland.

No. Not Iceland. Island. Why was his brain telling him wrong things? Why was he being so stupid right now? "Wha--"

He clenched his eyes shut and shot his hand to his hair. He meant to cover his ear, but had gone too far. In addition to setting the sun too loud, someone had set his volume to maximum brightness.

"Fuck..." he whispered. Despite whispering, the consonants sent a pair of shockwaves cascading down his body. He could finally feel his toes, and they were unhappy with him. It felt like he was being stabbed by a thousand tiny needles, and not in the way that stepping on a thousand needles would all apply equal pressure to his foot and not let him sink. They were stabbing him, like the blood in his foot was the only vaccine to the world's most deadly disease, and they needed all of it.

The feeling began to radiate up his leg as he moved it. He needed to put his knee in front of him so he could wrench himself up. He had to move up to his hands and knees so he could move around. Perhaps he could find a dark place under the floor?

As he brought his legs closer, he felt a hot, sticky fluid run out of his butt. To top off everything, he had diarrhea. Wonderful. He took a deep breath. He must have lost his sense of smell, because it didn't smell that bad.

Suddenly, and arm wrapped around him and squeezed him. "NUUU, NUUU!!!" it bellowed, ripping through his hand and stabbing into his eardrums. "FIVE MORE MINUTES!!!"

As it squeezed him, more fluid squirted out of his tail end, and as it pulled him back, he could feel the vise grip that had taken over his torso operating from both the inside and the outside. His body was being crushed both outside-in and inside-out. How was that even possible?

He couldn't even try to figure that out right now. As he was drawn back, something was crushing his head, and it was big and heavy and powerful. His eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, and the only thing he could do to stop it was clenching his eyes shut as tightly as he could. Granted, he was already doing that to keep the noise out, and whatever this thing crushing his head was kept the light to a more manageable volume. It was still excruciating, though.

After five hours, the grip lessened, and he managed to pull himself away. He could feel more, now, and something solid was sliding out of his butt. Something big. Lots of liquid was coming with it. He couldn't look, but he was pretty sure his intestines were sloughing out through his rectum, and he was going to die very soon. But he'd have to look, first, and opening an eye revealed that the sun was still too loud.

A roar sounded out behind him, and with one more push, he felt whatever was coming out rip free of his body. Like a sea cucumber, he'd just eviscerated himself to flee from whatever foul beast was chasing him across the floor, and he hoped that the discarded pile of organs was enough to slow it down.

He made it to the edge, and had to stop. He knew it was the edge because he could feel the drop. He couldn't feel gravity, but he could feel his hand, and it fell. The direction it went must have been down, so it had to be the edge. Plus, that's where the floor was. Down was that way; he was seventy percent sure.

He leaned over the edge and cracked open his eyes. There was dirt, but it was several kilos away. Suddenly sickened at the thought that he'd almost fallen off the floor to his death, he vomited over the edge. It, too, was green when it hit the ground. It was green land. Greenland. Wasn't he in Greenland at one point?

He vomited again, and a few more times, too. Every time, the ground came a little bit closer, and his head felt a little bit heavier, until he fell over the edge.

It hurt to die. He felt like he had when he'd fallen off a ladder while cleaning a window, but now it was in his shoulder, rather than his hip. He wasn't in heaven this time, though. The last time he died, he was surrounded by billowing white clouds. Now it was just plants and dirt.

Jake threw up a few more times, until nothing would come out anymore, then crawled under the floor. He was dead, and he was going to be buried. And if the house wasn't going to build itself on top of him, he was going to build himself under it. He could still hear the monster roaring above him, and he would let it roar. Let it roar until it fell asleep, because it couldn't find him all the way out here in Iceland, where he was safe and dead, and maybe a little bit still exhausted. It had been a long night.

Chapter the Thirtieth: Happiness is a Cup of Coffee

Jake woke up again. He remembered everything that had happened this morning, but not the night before.

Well, actually, that was inaccurate. He remembered some things. He recalled Celestia pulling out a bottle of something he'd never had before; she called it Abyssinian Absinthe. He could have sworn he'd heard those words before, but he couldn't place them. He recalled seeing her drink from the bottle, and she seemed to enjoy it. Then he drank from the bottle. He didn't recall the taste. After that, it was just flashes. He was rubbing her dick, letting her finger his butt and sucking on her tits. He wished he could recall that taste. Unfortunately, the only thing he could taste was his own vomit.

He was under the floor now, and the cold, slightly damp earth felt really good. He was sore. Very sore. He had, this morning, fallen from the floor to the ground, "to his death." He'd then crawled over to his grave and burrowed down into the hole. He was fleeing from the roar of some monster that hat ripped out his intestines with a loud pop.

He reached back and grabbed his butt. It was still covered in a sticky liquid, so he pulled that forward in front of his face to inspect it. He opened his eyes; it was still very bright, but he could manage. He was expecting red, or at least brown, but no. The liquid oozing out of his arse was white.

He heard the "roar" again, up above him. It was much quieter now, and it wasn't some great beast. Celestia was snoring, and his sensitivity to sound was way up. Light, too, judging by how blindingly bright it was.

"Test, one, two..."

He sounded like himself. His ears were still very sensitive, but less than they were the first time. It hurt to hear, but he could probably suffer through a conversation.

He crawled out from under the floor. Judging by the angle of the sun, it was probably afternoon. Already this late in the day, it was unlikely that he'd be able to do any work. Celestia was still asleep, sprawled out on the floor with her cock standing tall and proud above her. Three green bottles were lying nearby, and that told Jake that she'd had more than one drink.

That's when he put it together. Whatever Abyssinian Absinthe was, it was an alcoholic beverage. That would explain why he'd blacked out, his sensitivity to light and sound, his inability to recall the night prior and his stupor though the morning. He was drunk. He was drunk and hungover; he remembered now.

He went to go grab some water, but right next to the tank was a large decanter that had something written on it. He looked a bit closer, and it said "coffee." There was even a pair of cups, individually wrapped in paper hotel-style, sitting next to it, with his and Celestia's names on them.

He unwrapped his cup and poured himself a serving. It was still hot. It smelled wonderful, reminding him of the best aspect to waking up early. Whenever he had to be up early, he would grab a cup of coffee. It wasn't the caffeine that helped him, but the burning sensation on his lips that woke him up, and the rich, earthy taste that brought him comfort.

He took a sip. It wasn't as hot as he originally thought, it was just very warm. The perfect temperature: sixty degrees. That was wonderful. So wonderful, in fact, that he chugged it all right down, as well as two more before finally settling into the fourth, which he would sip.

"Well..." He looked around. There was little he could do today. He was still very sore, and covered in dirt. He needed a bath. A long, cold bath. And so did Celestia. He would compare her dick to a flagpole, and that was no accident. One of the palm fronds had been picked up in a small gust, and her cock was so sticky that it hadn't fallen off. She was covered in something.

As he felt a bit more fluid drip down his leg, he looked at it again. White. Suddenly, it clicked into place.

He'd felt a tremendous pressure inside of him, pressing outward. He'd felt a mass moving out of him as he pulled away that he thought had been his intestines. The mass had separated from him. It had left a white fluid inside of him that was sticky and was leaking out of his butt.

Celestia had tricked him into drinking three bottles of absinthe, and when he passed out, she'd fucked his arse and came inside. Then she'd... made coffee?

Okay, so he wasn't completely sure, but her cock had gone up his arse and she'd enjoyed the inside of his guts without his consent. It wasn't a guarantee, but it just made sense. And he was drinking coffee, now, so his mind was clearing up.

He needed time to think. Grabbing a change of clothes, he took his coffee down to the pool and lowered himself into the cold water.

When he returned, Celestia had pulled herself over to the coffee decanter. She raised her cup to him as he came in. "Awake long?"

Jake shook his head. "About an hour, at most."

Celestia nodded. "I might take you up on that offer."

Jake looked down. He was wearing the "Until It Snaps" shirt. "I thought you might be spent after last night."

"You remember?"

Jake shrugged. "Some of it."

"Well, you're doing better than I am. Everything goes dark after that first swig."

She didn't remember anything. At least, she said she didn't remember anything. For a brief moment, it occurred to Jake that he could trick her into agreeing to something, saying she'd promised it to him. Then again, he couldn't think of anything off the top of his head. Plus, if she ever found out the truth, he'd have to pay it back, plus more, for lying about it. He was only just staring to find his value. If that was reduced to a negative value, where would he be then?

"Wait... I remember one thing..."

Jake looked up. Whatever it was, it must have been important, if it was all she could remember.

"I remember you being really good at sucking my cock."

Chapter the Thirty-First: The Garden Plot

For an hour or two, Celestia and Jake compared notes. Luna had sent the absinthe while Jake was at the beach, along with a note, which Celestia didn't want to read right now. Jake remembered her holding up a paper and talking to it after she mentioned the note. He couldn't remember what it said, but she did shake her chest while she read. She had two bottles, he'd had half a bottle, and there was still half a bottle that had some bugs in it, which was promptly poured out. After watching their antics, Luna had sent the coffee in a decanter that would disappear when it was empty in order to help them recover. It was her handwriting on the cups, after all.

The note, as they found out, was sitting on Celestia's table. Jake had gone in to find her a shirt to wear, and there was a small box with Celestia's name on it, and a rolled-up scroll of paper with a broken seal. Sure, he was curious, but Celestia remembered part of the letter and said she didn't want to read it, so he left it alone. Instead, he pulled a shirt and a skirt from the same box that had held the bottles, and brought them out to her.

They had some leftover stew that had been covered since last night. It held a fair amount of heat, still, and Celestia said that if they brought it back to a boil and simmered it for half an hour, which could all be done on one log, they could just have it again. However, she wasn't in the best condition, having drank a lot more than he had, and after he lit the fire, he brought her to the pool and washed her to make sure she was alright.

After bringing her back, the coffee decanter was emptied into her cup, and disappeared with his cup in a puff of black smoke. They wouldn't have any coffee tomorrow, but after today, after it had saved them, something which he genuinely believed because coffee was truly a wonderful thing, he'd let it be.

The stew still hadn't come to a boil yet, but it smelled pretty alright, so Jake just let it keep going. Celestia was still not back to full, and had curled up in her hut after returning. A part of Jake just wanted to sit next to the cauldron and wait out the day, and he'd probably be right to do so. After the stew, he couldn't really work on the house anymore. However, another part of him didn't like that idea. He'd stopped early yesterday, had taken a break, and had done nothing today. After so much time spent working, he'd felt he deserved a break, but after so much break, he felt a bit guilty that he hadn't done anything aside from helping Celestia wash up. At any rate, he had some time. At least half an hour, if not longer. He could probably find something to do.

And then it hit him. He'd been given some plants. He had wanted pants and was given plants. He could transplant those.

He had some wood scraps from the floor that were fairly short. Driving those into the ground, he made a grid of boxes not far from the house that he then put the plants into. He wasn't sure exactly how it was supposed to go, so he just dug a little hole in the center of each plot and lowered the cardboard plant pots into them.

By now, the stew was hot, and had been going for more than half an hour. It was also around this time that Celestia stepped outside. She was looking a bit worse for wear than when she went in, but also just a bit more stable.

"Evening," called Jake. "Just finished out here. You doing okay?"

Celestia just shook her head.

"Soup's ready, if you're interested."

Celestia moved over to the fire and sat down as Jake moved the pot away from it to cool down. He scooped out two bowls, and held one out to her, which she placed on the log next to her.

"What's wrong?"

Celestia rubbed her face. "I just found the note. After reading through it, I think I owe you an apology. I think something terrible has happened, and if it has, it is by my hand."

Jake stiffened up. He hadn't told her about the condition in which he'd woken up the first time, or how he'd reasoned out what had happened. He was going to either give her time to confess, let her try to initiate it again, or, barring the other two options, ask her outright if that was her intent. It sounded like the confession was coming.

"So, you recall that, last night, we'd gone through an entire bottle before we found the note?"

Jake furrowed his brow. "No, I don't. I don't remember when it showed up. I know we started drinking before reading it, but that's about it."

"Well, that's what happened." She took a deep breath. "The absinthe was a snare. She knew I loved it; it was a very expensive and powerful spirit. What was in those bottles was diluted to just twenty-five percent and still knocked us on our arses."

Jake nodded. He was still in a stupor when he woke up. "But if it was a trap, why the coffee? If it was meant to make us do something, why offer something to counter the effects?"

"My guess is, she saw what she wanted to see, and gave us the coffee to clear our heads because we were good little puppets. Rest assured, if I'd seen the note before the bottle, I might have just shut it all down and refused the whole box."

"Why? What did the note say?"

Celestia was silent for a moment, then pulled out the note, holding it out to Jake. Accepting it, he pulled it open. The written words were not what he would expect from the same pony that had given him things to plant in his garden and a decanter of coffee to drive off a hangover or let him stay on the island. But it was exactly what he would expect from the pony who had sent him a bunch of slutty clothes.

"Hey, Sunbutt... We noticed that you've been meeting resistance in convincing the human to accept your cock. Allow us to assist you in that. Convince him to drink some of this "medicine," and he will be far more accepting of your advances. Stretch him out for us. --Queen Luna of Equestria."

Chapter the Thirty-Second: The Cold Night

For the first time since they'd moved in, they were sleeping separately. That is, not counting this morning when Jake hurled himself to the ground and curled up in the dirt. He was in her bed, and she was outside.

They were both hurt, but not the same way. Jake had been taken advantage of, and for that, he blamed Luna. Aside from the plants, which were meant to feed him, and the coffee, everything she'd sent was to encourage Celestia to force herself on him. And she had. In fact, Celestia remembered it being his idea to be complicit in this.

Celestia fared no better. She'd betrayed Jake's trust. Not just in small ways like she was taking advantage of his naivete for the sake of a joke, either. She hadn't really lied the whole time he'd been out here. Nothing more than a joke, at most. The worst thing she'd done to him was to request a handjob, but he'd accepted. Sure, he didn't like it, but he'd agreed to it, anyway.

And then she'd had too much to drink.

She cursed herself for having this weakness. A weakness for the sweet nectar from the bottle, and a weakness for Jake's supple body. She hadn't meant to hurt him. Not really. A slap on the arse, sure. She'd even let him fret over nothing. But a little bit of rubbing was all she was going to force on him. If he despised it, she would stop there, but last night, she'd been inside of him twice, at least. He wasn't ready for that.

She rolled onto her side. It was kind of chilly that night, and she'd grown to appreciate his warmth. His body pressed against hers had been a tremendous comfort to her. And now... Now she'd ruined it.

Jake was feeling the chill, too, to a lesser degree. He was at least out of the wind, but he'd felt very safe with Celestia's arms wrapped around him. She was the strongest force on the island, and if anything were to happen, she'd protect him. He almost didn't mind being a glorified sex toy if it meant being under her protection. Several times, she could have killed him, could have forced him to do things, could have given him no choice. She had a clothesline made from grass twisted into a rope. She could tie him up and use him whenever, and all she had to do was keep him alive if she wanted him to be warm. She could have killed him, imprisoned him, or abandoned him at any point, and yet she hadn't. That had to mean something, right?

She remembered that he was good at sucking dick. That sounded very deliberate. As if he was the one initiating that action. She even said that it was his idea. Maybe it was. He'd wanted to grow more accustomed to her having a dick. Knowing that it had been inside of him already, twice at least, made his handjobs seem wholly unimportant. He could probably massage her dick and balls and think it's no big deal now, because at least it wasn't inside of him.

He curled up tighter. He knew Celestia was drunk, too. She'd started drinking before he did. And she'd apologised to him after she'd sobered up. He couldn't find it in him to stay mad at her. Maybe he'd be a little upset for a few days, but he would forgive her. And maybe he'd try to suck her off again. Perhaps he'd even enjoy it. He was told he was good at it, after all...

With a sigh, he picked himself up and went outside. "Celestia?" he whispered, placing his hands on the floor. "Are you awake?"

She was, but she remained still and silent. She didn't know that he wanted to forgive her. More importantly, she didn't know whether or not she wanted to forgive herself. It was possible that they'd done worse than they remembered, and right now, she didn't want to think about it.

"I suppose that's just as well," sighed Jake. "I'm not even sure what I'd say." He pulled himself up onto the floor and sat down with his legs dangling over the edge. "I probably should have figured that out before I came out here. I'm always doing that; acting without thinking."

Celestia remained silent. He actually did think of some things. She'd seen the wooden fixtures for the garden. He'd been afraid that the magic would remove them, so he put down barriers. He'd done it wrong, but that was okay. She could fix it.

"I'm sorry this happened. I know it's not entirely your fault. I have to take some of the blame. I'm not about to claim that I'm actually innocent in this whole thing, because I'm not. Not entirely, of course..." He sighed. "I guess if I had to say one thing, it's that I'm open to the thought that I might forgive you. I don't know yet, but I hope I can. I mean, we're building a house together, and even if we don't both live in it, we're going to end up being neighbors. Surely, then, it would be best if we didn't have this hanging over us."

Celestia agreed. Granted, if he wanted to change his mind and build a boat, she'd help him, but he had decided to stay, and that meant that they had to share their space. At least, they had to share the island, and he was useless on his own.

"I need you. I know you don't need me, but I need you, and I can't go on if I'm on my own. Anyway, I don't know if you're hearing any of this through your dream, but... I'll give it some more thought. I'll talk to you more when you wake up."

As soon as he was gone, tears began to form in Celestia's eyes. She barely deserved her own forgiveness for what she'd done, she thought. She'd been teetering on the edge for a bit, and now had decided that she needed to forgive herself. But she was far from being able to accept his.

She rolled onto her back. He was right about one thing. They were going to be together for a long time. She had to make things right, or spend eternity with someone that hated her. That meant protecting him from Luna, and as much as she was loathe to admit it, protecting him from herself. Because he was wrong about something else. She did need him.

Chapter the Thirty-Third: Square One

It was Celestia's turn to be awoken with a handjob. Jake had risen at dawn, while Celestia had trouble falling asleep after his speech, so she was late. As he rubbed the shaft with his hands, he popped the head into his mouth. To his surprise, it didn't taste all that bad. It was just like the smell; a bit musky and rich, and not exceptionally powerful. Of course, he'd like to taste her tits, instead, but if he was going to rebuild their relationship, he had to make some sacrifices.

He didn't go for anything more than the tip. Not yet. He was still hurt, after all, but he wanted to make clear that forgiveness was an option, and he'd like to take that route. Plus, he was afraid. Large nuts were a choking hazard, as was uncut sausage. He didn't want to try for the shaft unless she was awake, and even then, he needed more courage. But at least it was a start.

She came after about fifteen minutes, by his estimation. He managed to swallow just a mouthful of seed and no more, and before long, she was up and about. She made an attempt to caress him, but he had a bit of a panic, and realised that he wasn't ready to start that back up quite yet.

It had been a few days since they had a walk, so they did. On the way, Jake gave the same apology he had the night prior, slightly reworded.

"I suppose I should apologise, too," sighed Celestia after he finished. "I've been making a royal arse of myself lately. Not just with the addition of the absinthe, either."

Jake shook his head. "You don't have to--"

"Yes, I do." She took a deep breath. "When you first showed up, I was sure Luna would have you removed. Killed, even. She was going to destroy you, like a petulant child who breaks their older sibling's toys because if they can't both play with it, neither of them can play with it."

"Did she do that when you were kids?"

"No. She was always very moody and dour, though. She could be fun at times, but for the most part, she was content to just watch quietly from the side. We both knew the meaning of sharing, though. She would share with me, I would share with her, and all was okay. That's not the point I'm trying to make, though."

"Oh. Sorry."

"I thought she was going to take you away. And that meant I had to draw everything I could out of you. All of my pranks, jokes, laughs at your expense... I had to rush my way through them. I even tried to hurry our physical relationship, because if I was going to fuck your juicy arse, I would have to do it before Luna removed you. I managed to have some restraint, but... I don't know. Everything was just moving so fast..."

"Well, I--"

"Don't interrupt. I need to say this. Until that care package arrived, I was certain she was going to take you away to continue punishing me for what I did. When it had your name on it, or an approximation thereof, I knew you were here to stay, and I became a bit too overzealous in my celebration. I was hoping that... maybe we could slow down a bit?"

Jake really wanted to ask what she did to land her on the island. He also wanted to answer her question. However, he decided instead to prank her, just a little bit, and not interrupt.

She caught on pretty quickly, likely due to his mischievous smirk. "You can answer, now."

"Well, honestly, there are some lines we already crossed, and there's been some backtracking. I think that's good. However, I don't know if we should backtrack any further than this morning. We've known each other, what, a week?"

"About that, yeah..."

"I think we should slow down, but I don't think we should ignore the progress we've already made. I've already learned so much from you. I don't want all of that to just go away. But yes, I agree that we should perhaps take less frequent steps."

"Deal."

They arrived back at the house earlier than usual, and after having spent the last day and a half doing little of value, it was time for them to start back in on building the house. Rather, it would be, if they had some logs.

"I'm not great at cutting down trees," admitted Jake, and Celestia knew he wasn't wrong. "I could try my hand at fishing for a bit?"

Celestia shook her head and pointed to the garden. "I think you have something else that needs your attention."

Jake looked, and there were indeed several plants that had fruited while they were gone. The cucumbers and eggplants, he noted, were shaped in such a way that he knew why Luna had chosen them. The cheeseburger plant, however, had actually grown cheeseburgers, complete with paper wrapping. It was astounding to him that it was real.

With a nod, he lowered himself to the ground, picking things to eat while Celestia brought him his first tree. He finished up and started splitting and shaving it as per her orders. She wanted planks for some reason, and she wanted them divided in half. She was the expert, after all, so he did as he was told.

They didn't actually put anything up, or even put it together that day, but eight trees were felled and brought back to camp, only to be split by Jake into more half-planks. He supposed they were just as usable when they were shorter, but he wondered how one could use these to make a wall. Or maybe stairs? He was growing tired of having to climb all the time.

Celestia hadn't the time to go out and do any fishing, but she had also never eaten a cheeseburger. They had that for dinner, as well as some cucumbers, as Jake knew those could be eaten raw safely. Celestia was absolutely enthralled by the cheeseburgers, eating no less than seven to Jake's two. She really liked them.

Chapter the Thirty-Fifth: A New Man

"Close. You were close that time."

Celestia sat next to the fire, gently rubbing her tits as she watched Jake practice. She had given him her favoured spear, letting him practice on the eggplants. He'd nicked a few, and the last one, he'd barely skewered, with just the skin holding the spear in place. A good shake released it.

"You have to keep your wrist steady."

"I'm trying," panted Jake. "It's not as easy as you make it look, and it's hurting my wrist with every shot."

Celestia nodded. "Try aiming while underwater, swimming around and holding your breath, with targets that move faster even than the darting eggplant."

Jake put the spear down. "I don't think I'm ever going to be that good..."

Celestia pointed to the walls. "You never thought you'd successfully frame a house, either, and yet you built that."

Jake looked up at the house. It had been even more work today than yesterday, not just building the frames, but securing them to the floor, and then to each other. There were four frames to put in; two windows, a door, and a chimney. The windows themselves were the only thing actually finished, just large square holes in the framework. The door was just a frame, and the chimney was just a hole in the framework. There wasn't going to be any glass panes in the windows, nor wire mesh. Celestia was going to teach him how to make strong blinds to be able to close the windows on chilly nights when they wanted the heat from the fireplace to stay in. They wouldn't be useful in the slightest until the wall plates went on, because what good is there in closing the windows when the walls weren't up yet?

As Jake went to put the spear down, Celestia stood up and placed an onion on the target platform. She directed Jake to stand in the same spot he had been, and tensioned the spear in his hand. "Now, I'm going to hold your wrist steady. You just aim and fire, and I'll handle the recoil."

Jake nodded. He took aim, and then a breath. Before he could release, however, Celestia adjusted his stance, tightening it so that his arm was better braced against his shoulder, his shoulder against his spine, his spine against his hip, his hip into his leg, and his leg down into the dirt. Every newton of force from the release of the spear would now go right into the ground, instead of blowing him backward. Even though he'd only grazed the eggplant at this distance, he managed to skewer the much smaller onion on the first try.

"I did it!" he excitedly exclaimed, bringing it back. "I hit it right through the center!"

Celestia nodded. She'd originally told him not to brace, as there was nothing to brace against underwater, and he needed to learn to account for recoil, but he needed some amount of confidence, first. If he could figure out the easy stuff, she could move him up to the harder stuff, but if he gave up before that, all of the training would go to waste.

"That's enough for tonight, but I want you to keep practising," she smiled, returning to her seat. "You'll make a fine fisherman one day."

"Thanks," smiled Jake. "Do you know how to use a rod, though?"

Celestia nodded. "I don't know if I can conjure one, though."

Jake nodded solemnly. "It'd be nice to just sit on a raft with the line in the water, just waiting for a bite. I mean, yeah, the spear is probably more effective, but if that's all you have to do in a day, just catch something to eat, it'd be nice, you know?"

Celestia raised her eyebrow. "Last time you went out, you were so terrified that, even when we turned back, you didn't want me dipping into the water. You were squeezing me so tight that I had to pry your arms off."

Jake shrank down a bit, but then took a deep breath and puffed out his chest. "I'm different now from what I was then. You've made me different, and now I'm starting to be better." He gestured to the house. "Look at this thing. If you'd told me a month ago that it'd be building a small house, I'd have thought you meant a little plastic dog shed because you were going to saddle me with an animal that I wouldn't feel comfortable having sleep at the foot of my bed. I'd have never guessed that I could do this, especially not so fast as we have been. It's astounding!"

"It's certainly something," smirked Celestia. "I had mine finished by tomorrow, but it's a lot smaller. It's definitely good to have a second pair of hands helping out."

Jake beamed. He was proud of himself. It was a rare feeling, but one he definitely enjoyed. If he'd had her build a boat to sail away, he'd have missed this feeling.

Thinking of the boat, he remembered back to when he was sure he'd made the wrong decision. He'd made the wrong decision because he was a burden on her when she'd been so kind to him. She was still being nice, and he was still being a burden, but now, he was going to learn to take care of her. Now he was able to stomach the work, and even more important, he wasn't afraid of her anymore, because the second worst thing that she could do to him, she'd already done. He just had to make sure the worst thing didn't happen, and she didn't kill him. But she probably wouldn't.

As they put out the fire and started inside, Jake's confidence flared up again. It wasn't a big flare, and it could be snuffed out pretty easily, but he was feeling brave. "Can I be the big spoon tonight?"

Celestia stopped and looked back. "Excuse me?"

Jake cleared his throat. "I want to be the big spoon. May I?"

Celestia, after pretending to carefully consider it, nodded. "I think you've earned that."

With a grin, Jake climbed into bed and opened his arms for her. She climbed in as requested, and Jake instantly regretted his decision. She was bigger than he thought, and he had some trouble wrapping his arms around her waist. He was going to place his hands on her breasts and hold her like that through the night, but he could barely reach his wrists around her navel. He couldn't even rest his dick between her cheeks. The crevice between them was too high, and he was too short. But he'd made his bed, and now he had to lie in it.

Chapter the Thirty-Sixth: Beach Day

As Jake scrubbed his panties with the hole in the butt, no doubt designed so that he wouldn't have to remove them to be Celestia's sausage warmer, he sighed.

"Something wrong?" asked Celestia, floating on her back in the middle of the pond.

Jake shook his head at first, but after a moment, changed his mind. "There is, but... it's not a big deal."

Celestia scoffed. "No, I suppose not... Tell me about it, anyway?"

"It's just... There's something I was thinking about lately. The evening before we found those bottles, actually. That was the first time it crossed my mind. Ever since, it's just been cropping up again and again, and I'm starting to be kind of upset by it."

There was a pause as Celestia glanced toward Jake, who just kept scrubbing. "Are you going to tell me what it is?"

Jake shot a quick look up at her, then went right back to his laundry. "Everyone dreams of what I have. Or, will have, soon. From the simple desk jockeys to the high-end lawyers, they all want the same thing. A private island to live in relative solitude, a beach that they can relax on every day, a sexy woman to share it with... This is every guy's dream."

"And you have the opportunity to live it," smiled Celestia. "Lucky you!"

Jake nodded. "The reality is a lot different than the fantasy, though..."

"You figured beach umbrellas and cocktails?"

He nodded. "I guess it's a bit silly, when you think about it..."

"I guess it is," nodded Celestia.

Over the next few days, as they put up the wall plating, Celestia kept sending Jake away to do things while she worked on something secret in her hut. First to gather some coconuts and drain them, then roast them and mash them up into a paste on the first night. Then she made him work on the door alone while she took a bunch of wood into her hut to build something he wasn't allowed to know about. She even made him build and hang the steps himself. It sounded like busywork, but he didn't know why it was so important. He wanted to know why she was avoiding him, and outright telling him to wait outside, but he didn't ask. Perhaps she'd just had enough of him and needed some time alone.

Nevertheless, when they did laundry again and came back to camp, Celestia put a hand on his shoulder once he'd finished wringing and hanging the clothes. "Join me out on the beach, would you?"

Jake nodded and followed her out to the shore, where he found a pair of wooden chairs for lounging, one clearly larger than the other. They were made from the scrap wood that had been cut off while building the house, and were padded with the fronds removed from the palm trees. Between them sat a crudely put-together table with a wooden bowl full of a yellowish-white cream.

"What is this?"

"Something silly," answered Celestia. "We're almost done with the house, and even though we still have work to do after that, I figured we'd take a moment to just sit back and take stock of what we've managed so far. What do you say?"

Jake couldn't believe it. He'd given up on the idea so many times, thinking it was unattainable. He knew he was supposed to lounge and listen to the waves while drinking a light beer with a lime wedge in the neck of the bottle, or something with crushed ice through a straw with an umbrella, but he was pretty sure she didn't have either of those, and even if she did, the relaxation would be wasted because he'd just pass out again and wake up with her cock up his arse.

"Piña colada?"

She had two coconut halves, one of which she was offering to him. He was a bit wary, because he'd never had rum before.

"Don't worry," she shook her head, unable to wave it off with her hands full. "These are just like you when you arrived; smooth, creamy and virgin."

Jake took mild offense to being called a virgin, but then he remembered, he wasn't anymore. He'd had sex. He'd experienced his first time here, on the island. With a smile, he took the drink she was offering, and tasted it. It was sweeter than he'd expected, and less fibrous.

They took their places on their beach chairs, with Jake taking the smaller one, as Celestia was bigger. They spent a good twenty minutes just sitting in silence, just sipping on their drinks and listening to the soft roar of the waves crashing on the shore. It was peaceful, and it was nice for their ears to not be constantly under the barrage of the tools.

The stillness was broken as Celestia let her empty coconut hit the table as she set it down. "Time to oil up."

Jake turned to her. "Excuse me?"

Celestia grabbed the bowl of creamy white stuff. "The sun is nice, but it can damage your skin. Staying in the shade of the grove helps, but if we're going to be out here for more than a few minutes, we need some kind of protection."

Jake furrowed his brow. "Doesn't tanning oil like that cause even more skin damage?"

"This isn't tanning oil," explained Celestia. "This is coconut oil. It has an SPF of four or five, so it's not particularly great as a sunblock goes, but I don't have any zinc oxide, and it's better than nothing."

"Wouldn't an SPF of five barely do anything?" asked Jake.

Celestia folded her arms. "Is not twenty percent of the required protection better than zero? Coconut oil is as protective as a white cotton shirt. It's not much, but it's something."

Jake was still a bit skeptical. "If you're that concerned about the sun, we can just go back home. There's no reason we can't do this another day. Maybe with clouds, or an umbrella? I can't make it fold, but I could probably make an umbrella. Slap some palm fronds on there, and it'll be just as good as a canopy."

Celestia snorted. "Well, if I'd known you were so against it, I wouldn't have asked you to rub oil on my tits."

Jake's eyes shot open and he bolted upright. "Wait a minute!"

Chapter the Thirty-Seventh: Coconut Milking

Jake grabbed a small scoop of the coconut oil Celestia had brought out. It was thick, and had even solidified in some places. It was really only a liquid when it was warm, which meant that it melted in his hand. It was already pretty soft, too. If he had to compare the feeling to anything, it was like a dry lotion. The little lump that solidified in the spigot if you let the pump sit for a few days without using it. When he'd had to move his dad into a new place, Jake had stayed with him, and since he was sleeping on a couch for those few days, he couldn't masturbate, and when he went back to his own bed, he felt the lump shoot out. But unlike the dried lotion, this was melting back down to a liquid state.

He climbed on top of her, straddling her hips, and dripped a bit of oil on her abdomen. Setting the bowl aside, he rubbed his hands together to even out the oil, then started rubbing her abdomen. He wanted to move up to those glorious tits, as she'd offered, but if he started around them and worked his way in, maybe he'd be allowed to spend more time on them.

Not that he didn't want to rub the rest of her down with oil. She had beautiful abs, very muscular and well-toned. He could feel every crease and crevice as his hands glided across her fur. He had forgotten that she didn't just have skin, but a thin layer of hair covering it, barely three millimetres in length. It was soft enough to be pushed out of the way by his hand, and yet strong enough to force its way back into position as soon as his hand was gone.

After her abs, he moved to her shoulders and arms, all with just the original batch of oil. He'd never questioned it before, but her underarms were without hair. Rather, without much in the way of hair. Sure, the thin layer that covered her skin covered her armpits, and it was a bit thicker there, but it was white and short. This was especially odd, considering her mane and tail were a pastel rainbow.

Now, it was time for the main event. Dipping his hands in oil to resoak them, he reached for her breasts. But he didn't quite touch them. He couldn't quite reason out why, either. He wanted to touch them. He had most nights, nestling his face between them, and he'd washed her a few times, too. But it felt different this time, and he couldn't say why. Perhaps he was changing? Mayhaps his growth into a new man had changed his sensibilities? It was possible that he now felt like he was taking advantage of her, and his conscience was stopping him.

"Something wrong?" asked Celestia, looking up at him.

"Just, uh... contemplating how I want to go about doing this," he chuckled nervously. "I hear they're very sensitive, and I don't want to hurt you, ya know?"

"Then allow me to instruct you in the ways of how to properly oil a lady's tits."

Taking just a few drops of oil, she slathered up his dick, then grabbed his hips and pulled her closer to her chest, laying his oily cock between her mammaries. Then she pulled his wrists to clasp the outside of her breasts and pushed them in, rubbing her boobs all over his erection.

"You need something in the middle to supply the oil, and your hands on the outside to keep the massive weight up on top. Real breasts fall to the side, you know. The fake ones just sit there and jiggle on their own. Naturals like mine need the support of good, strong hands like yours. Go on, now; keep rubbing..."

Jake did as he was told, rubbing and squeezing her breasts as he pushed them against his dick, which he slid along her sternum by gyrating his hips. Even if her claim that the coconut oil would only mildly protect their skin, it was reducing the friction of their rubbing, and he was able to glide his testicles across her chest with little to no effort.

"Okay, that's enough," moaned Celestia after a few minutes. "It's your turn."

Jake climbed off as Celestia quickly smeared the rest of her body in oil, mostly her legs, arse, cock and balls. He lamented that her didn't have the chance to play with her arse, as he'd spent so long on her tits, but now she was going to rub him. He lay down on his beach chair, his mast standing straight up and already well-oiled.

She started at his chest, her fingers skittering across his skin as she oiled him up. No one had ever offered him anything like this before. He'd never had a massage of any kind. Not even so little as a shoulder rub. But here she was, rubbing muscles he didn't even know he had, putting pressure on joints he'd been neglecting for years and exploring every nook and cranny she could fit her fingers into, made wider by the oil.

"That's quite a knot in your thigh," she mentioned, pressing against a sore spot. "Roll onto your stomach, please?"

Jake rolled over, and found that he was being bent backward. Realising her mistake, Celestia shifted the chair until he was up in the air a bit so as not to strain his lumbar. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable position, but it did give her better access to his thigh, and after a few minutes of high pressure, the area was smooth. He was still sore, but she promised it would feel better come morning.

Then he saw her apply a bit more oil, and felt two fingers slip inside of his arse. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, and he clenched down, but the more he relaxed, the better it felt, until he should barely feel the stretching anymore. He could have asked her to stop, but instead, he just let it be.

He looked behind him a few times to see Celestia smiling down at him. He could also see her massive cock bobbing up and down in front of her. He'd neglected it, and now he was going to face his punishment.

Suddenly, an overwhelming pressure washed over him, and he came, hard. Nothing was touching his dick, and yet, he'd cum, just from being fingered in the arse. Sure, the titjob had helped, but he'd cum from being fingered. Maybe he still needed to learn more about himself...

Chapter the Thirty-Eighth: A Roof Over Our Heads

While they were content to spend the rest of the day rubbing each other with oil, there was a rumbling in the sky that changed their minds. Grabbing their chairs and going back home, they took down their clothes from the line and grabbed some food before cooping themselves up in the small hut. They made it just before the rain set in.

"Well, so much for that beach day," sighed Celestia. "Half-baked as it was, I almost expected it to break down sooner. I suppose good job on the plan for surviving as long as it did."

Jake put a hand on her shoulder. "Oh, come on. It was fun. Good, clean, oily fun!"

"The fact that is was oily makes it literally unclean, and the fact that we were rubbing each others' genitals makes it figuratively unclean, as well. Add in the fact that we're unwed and you hit the trifecta."

"Not to mention the fact that we both have dicks..."

Celestia cocked her head to the side. "Why should that matter?"

Now it was Jake's turn to look confused. "Doesn't it?"

Celestia shook her head. "Equestria has universal healthcare and happy citizens. The growth rate of our population is fine. Why should we care if two stallions want to rub their dicks together? It's kind of hot, actually."

Jake shrank back a bit. "We don't have universal healthcare... Or happy citizens. I'm barely allowed sick days."

"Sick days?"

"Yeah. That's how many days a year you're allowed to be sick. I have three days out of the year when I'm allowed to be sick."

"But what if you're actually sick? What if you catch pneumonia and have to stay in the hospital for a week?"

Jake shrugged. "They'll probably give my job to someone else."

"That's stupid."

"Is it? I've been gone for quite some time, and they had to hire someone else to do my job while I was away, and the person they hired was working harder because they wanted to take my job, and if they're only going to pay for one worker to do the job, anyone new will start at minimum wage, whereas I would have several cost of living adjustments. And worse, because I was fired, my health insurance goes away, so I have to pay for the hospital visit with my sudden lack of insurance."

Celestia was dumbfounded. "How does one survive in your world?"

Jake shrugged. "Just don't ever catch a cold. If you do, cover it up; don't report it. If your employer believes that you're healthy and doing your job, he'll treat you like you're healthy and doing your job. If you're sick at home, you're not making any money for him; why should he give you anything?"

Celestia shook her head. "I would not stand for this."

Jake shrugged. "That's the way it works. I can't change it. If I tried to be the change I wanted to see in the world, I'd just be replaced with someone else who already wants my place in the already-established system."

"I can't imagine anyone actually wanting those conditions..."

"Oh, they're fine conditions if you can meet them. I've never taken a sick day. I just suffered through the symptoms until I had a day off, and then I rested."

"And what'd your doctor have to say about that?"

"Didn't see one."

"But you were sick, you said?"

"Every expense in the hospital has to be paid by someone, and if the insurance company hears that they have to pay two hundred dollars for some doctor to tell me that I have a fever and that I need a bowl of chicken soup, they'd have a field day with me."

Celestia shook her head. "Rest assured, if you fall ill here, I'll take good care of you."

"You have medicine?"

"Luna has medicine. She wants me alive, and she seems to be okay with keeping you alive, too."

As a burst of thunder shook the walls, Jake took to Celestia's embrace. He wasn't frightened by the thunderclap, but rather, it just happened to coincide with him trying to hug her. "I don't know what I'd do if you fell ill."

"Don't worry, pet. Luna would know." Celestia ran her fingers through his hair. There was already a bit of oil in there from the time they had spent together during the afternoon, but what still remained on her hands smoothed it out yet further.

She sighed and looked around as the rain hammered against the roof. It was coming down pretty hard out there. "You know, we probably won't have to hide out in here the next time it rains," she mentioned.

Jake looked up at her. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I mostly mean that we should have the roof up by then."

Jake nodded. "And probably walls and window shades, right?"

"Maybe even a fireplace. And we'll have definitely hung up the door."

Celestia nodded and turned to the door. "It's days like this that are pretty much the only reason I have a door."

"Not for wild animals?"

"Have you seen anything aside from birds and fish?"

Jake smirked. "An alicorn."

Celestia chuckled. "Well, if I'm a wild alicorn, you'd better hurry and domesticate me, huh?"

Jake chuckled, then shook his head. "I'd rather you stay the way you are."

"Hm..." Celestia grabbed one of the cheeseburgers and held it up above him. "I'll just have to domesticate you then. Beg."

Jake scoffed. "Why?" He reached for a cheeseburger, but Celestia used her magic to levitate them all to the ceiling. "Very mature."

"You're the one being naughty," shrugged Celestia. "Beg, and I may just give you a bite."

"This is highly inappropriate."

"No, that command is "speak." I said "beg.""

Jake pulled his wrists up to his shoulders and begged like a dog. "Woof."

"Good boy." She lowered the burger to him, and he grabbed it out of her hands, unwrapping and eating it before she changed her mind. "So, did you enjoy being domesticated?"

"It puts food in my hands. It's more humiliating than working at the gas station deli, but not by much. At least it tastes better..."

Chapter the Thirty-Ninth: Checking In

As they drifted off to sleep with the low rumbles of thunder humming around them, the guard jotted down his final notes. It was time once again to report to Queen Luna.

When he opened the door to the throne room, he was a bit shocked to see that she was discussing things with a few of her counsellors. He knew better than to interrupt, so he stayed off to the side, waiting his turn. His report wasn't urgent, after all.

As Luna sent them away, he approached. "What has our sister gone and done, now?"

"Nothing too upsetting," he noted. "They're almost done with the house, it looks like."

"Good. That'll make it easier to keep an eye on them. Less moving around. Your job is about to become a lot more sedentary."

"Yes, ma'am." He pulled out some pictures from earlier today of Jake rubbing oil on Celestia. "As you can see, she's also built some beach chairs for lounging in the sun."

Luna grabbed one of the pictures. "He's fucking her tits."

The guard blushed. "Yes, ma'am, he is."

"Are you showing us this picture because that's what you want to do to us?"

His face went pale as his eyes shot open. "No, no! I swear, I'm just stowing you as part of the report! No ulterior motives here, ma'am!"

Luna snorted. "Too bad. It's been a bit too long since anypony gave our breasts any attention."

The guard swallowed. "They're lovely."

"Don't stare..."

"Sorry, ma'am," he answered, closing his eyes.

"Seems everything's in order, here," noted Luna. "Anything else you wanted to discuss?"

He swallowed. "His outfit, ma'am?"

"You can open your eyes."

He did, trying to look anywhere but her breasts.

"What about his outfit?"

"I know you said you wanted to pick what he would wear, but... Are you sure it's his style?"

Luna scowled. "Are you questioning our fashion choices?"

"...No, ma'am."

Luna snorted again. "Shame. We would have agreed to add in some extra clothes, but since you think it's fine..."

The guard was well and proper frazzled by now. Having upset him enough for her own entertainment, Luna cracked a smile.

"Oh, very well. We shall put together another care package with real clothes for him. We will deliver it personally, too."

"Personally, Ma'am?"

"Yes. It means we will go to the island ourselves to deliver it."

"Yes, ma'am. If I may clarify my question?"

"You may."

"Why would you go to the island personally, when you can just send the box, like last time?"

Luna stepped closer, her hips swaying with every step, until her hand rested on his shoulder. "That's why."

He looked down at her hand. "I don't believe I understand what you mean."

"Jake knows only of us what my sister has told him. That is not enough. He should meet us face-to-face."

The guard nodded. "Are you sure that's wise? Celestia has been training him to use a spear."

"For fishing."

"Yes, but he can still stab someone."

"Us, you mean."

He nodded.

"Fret not, little prison warden. I'll be bringing you along for protection!"

That only served to worry him more. "Your highness, I'm not trained fo--"

"Oh, yes you are. You were trained as part of your mandatory basic."

"But that spear is capable of being fired faster than the eye can perceive. I've watched them practice, and he's been improving his aim. The speed at which I would have to react would be--"

"Just take the damn spear out of his hands," grunted Luna. "How hard is that? He can't use it if he doesn't have it!"

The guard lowered his gaze. He hadn't thought of that.

"Now, unless you have more to say, I believe we're done, here."

"Actually, there was one other thing. I was hoping we could send them some sunscreen. I know Celestia is immune to the sun, but I don't think Jake is."

"Oh, very well."

"And he complained that we spelled his name wrong on the box. While we're there, I plan on asking him how to spell it, if that's alright with you..."

"It is." Luna returned to her throne and sat down. "Is that all?"

"I believe so."

Luna nodded and settled in. A few moments passed before the guard realised she was done. But he wasn't sure why.

"Highness?"

"Yes?"

"I was just wondering when we might want to put that care package together?"

"Before we leave."

"And when is that to be?"

"When we are ready."

Reasoning that he couldn't draw any more information out of her tonight, the guard excused himself and returned to his office. It was a small room with a large mirror on two of the walls; one to track Twilight and her friends, who were currently playing cribbage, with Rainbow cheating by sending signals with her toes under the table into Applejack's crotch. He realised right then that he'd failed to report on them, but there was nothing to report, really. They were behaving, serving their time as required. To tell the truth, he'd rather visit them than Celestia. Sure, Twilight had kicked his arse last time they spoke, but if he could be alone in a room with Fluttershy...

He panned the mirror over to her. She, like Jake and Celestia, was asleep. She lay on her back, her massive breasts held in place by her sports bra. He moved down a bit to look at her pussy, gently being moved in miniscule amounts by her soft breathing. He knew he should be watching the others, but they were generally well-behaved prisoners.

He watched her for several minutes, stroking himself to her visage, then moving up to her face to listen to her tender moans. He wanted to be there with her, not stroking himself, but being stroked by her. Of course, she would probably react to him the same way Twilight had, and he didn't really want to pin her down against her will. He had the right, as her warden, to have her shackled for a full cavity search, but he didn't want to just take from her. He wanted her to give herself to him.

He finished with his fantasy and cleaned up his mess. He would be back tomorrow, where he could watch them all again. They were all horny, sex-crazed balls of lewdity, so he'd be allowed to just sit there and jerk off to them all day. As long as he was watching them and checking in regularly, who cared?

Chapter the Fortieth: Chill Wind

The rain had lightened up by the morning, but it hadn't stopped. Jake was considering just staying in all day, and Celestia was right there with him in spirit, but at the same time, they were still a bit oily from the night prior, and the rain wasn't particularly heavy. It was just a drizzle. While it would be a pain to auger out the holes today, as the rain would cause the wood to puff up at best and fill up at worst, wash away the sap, and cause the dowels the swell up and not fit in the holes, the mild chill was the only thing preventing them from going for a walk.

They set out along the beach and let the rain soak in. It was kind of nice, letting the chill in. Plus, the cold made their dicks shrink and nipples hard, so Jake had the best view of Celestia's body in this weather. He was starting to grow used to her having a dick, though. She didn't look quite right without one anymore.

Perhaps it was a bit too cold, though, as about a quarter of the way around the island, Jake could no longer resist the urge to shiver. Celestia felt kind of bad for him, and since the coconut oil had all washed off by now, she extended her wing over him like an umbrella.

Jake had never seen her wings at full extension before. She usually kept them tucked against her back, all folded up. They were huge. She could probably even fly, if she tried.

"Thank you," he acknowledged. "That's very kind of you."

"Don't mention it."

Jake looked around. "I bet the plants in the garden are going to love this."

"They actually don't need this," shrugged Celestia. They're kept in a state of readiness through magic. They don't have to be watered. Have you been watering them?"

Jake shook his head. "I don't know how much water they need. I was just looking for any signs that they might be drying out, and since I didn't see any, I assumed all was fine."

"Good. That'd be a waste of effort, pouring drinking water on plants that didn't need it."

Jake took a deep breath. "Where does our drinking water come from, anyway? It can't all be filtered through coconuts..."

"You're right, you're right. It's a capillary well that draws fresh water out of a spring underground. I typically run the pump every morning, or as needed."

"And the spring never runs out?"

"What part of "magically reset" still confuses you?"

Jake lowered his head. "There's no magic where I come from. I tend to not consider it as my first thought."

Suddenly, the rain started to pick up, along with the wind. While Celestia's wing had sheltered Jake from above, it couldn't protect his thighs if the water was coming down sideways.

She grabbed him around the chest and carried him to the crashed boat. The crabs had scuttled the place clean by now, but with a quick brushing, they were clear to sit down on the lopsided bed. Jake had forgotten how soft it was, having spent so much time on Celestia's bed lately. He was used to the firmness, as even sitting here, he could feel that he'd sunk all the way to the bottom.

"So, now what?"

Celestia leaned back. "Well, we're almost as far from the grove as we could be without taking to the waves. Going back in this sort of chill would not be a lot of fun. I guess we just sit here until the rain calms down."

After a minute or two of the only sound being the pattering of rain on the deck, Jake felt a twinge of curiosity. He reached down into the drawer and pulled out his phone and pressed the button. There was magic on the island, and maybe, just maybe... No. There was nothing. Even magic couldn't make it work.

"Isn't that your xbox?" asked Celestia.

"No. It's just a brick," sighed Jake, tossing it back in the drawer. "Don't know why I expected anything else..."

She wrapped her arms around his chest and pulled him back. She couldn't lie down in the bed, she was taller than it was long by a wide margin. But she could rest half of her body on it while her knees dangled over the side. "I'm sure it was important to you, but nothing lasts forever. Even my prison on this island is only going to last another seven hundred years or so."

"I'm not even going to live that long."

"Oh, I'll protect you and keep you safe."

Jake shook his head. "I think average human life expectancy is somewhere around eighty years. I have another sixty to go."

"That's just an average," waved Celestia. "You could last longer."

"Another hundred, at most. Other than in legends, the oldest human to ever exist was a hundred and twenty, I think."

"There you go. All you have to do is make it to a hundred and twenty-one, and you become the oldest human. Plus, that gives me something to pass the time for a bit. Rest assured, I'm going to keep you around for as long as I can."

The wind caught the sail and blew it up on top of the hull, blockading their view of the sea. They could still see inland, but the area was pretty well covered. It even kept the rain out, a bit.

Jake walked up to the sail to push it out of the way. He did enjoy looking at and hearing the sounds of the ocean, and this sail covered that. As he put his hands on it, though, he noted that it felt very dry, and some of the flaps still on the ground were holding rainwater that had trickled down.

"Hey, Celestia?"

"Yeah?"

"I think this sail may be waterproof."

Celestia folded her arms. "I suppose it might be."

"It's holding pools of water, like a tarpaulin."

She shrugged. "I guess it is, then."

"We could probably just make this the roof, or at least use it as a starting point."

Celestia nodded and beckoned him back over. "You seem to be just as dry as when you walked over. I'd say you came up with a pretty good plan, there. Well done, Jake..."

Chapter the Forty-First: Confined With a Goddess

The rain didn't slow down at all over the next half hour. In fact, it had picked up in intensity, and the thunder had returned, shaking the hull of the boat as it boomed. Jake had secured it to the trees, and he knew that they weren't going anywhere, but being on the boat and hearing the thunder set off memories of the last big storm he'd weathered on this vessel; the one that destroyed it, and the idea that it might yet repeat terrified him. Celestia took note of this.

"What's wrong?"

Jake shook his head. "J-just gut f-feeling. I'm sure it's wrong."

"It's the storm, isn't it?"

"K-kinda..."

Celestia nodded and excused herself for just a moment, returning quickly. "I double-checked your bindings. This hull isn't going anywhere. Neither is the sail. You're safe here."

Jake nodded along, but he wasn't reassured.

Celestia pulled him into a hug. For a moment, she was covered in cold water, but after a moment, her fur began to glow softly, and she went from being cold and wet to warm and dry, with Jake's back doing much the same. She then turned him around to dry off his front within seconds. She didn't have power enough to blast away the clouds, but she could at the very least give him a warm, soft hug.

Jake was very appreciative of that, as it did make him feel a little better. Sure, he was still scared that the tide would come in and float them out to sea, and then Celestia would be painfully brought back as he sank with the vessel a kilometre or so out, but it was comforting to know that right here, right now, she was watching over and protecting him.

Another hour later, after the storm calmed down just a bit, where the thunder was just a low rumble, Celestia started to snore. He couldn't blame her, really, as they'd had nothing to do since they came here, so it was understandable that she would go for a nap. But he was still a bit bothered by the storm, and couldn't join her.

As he shifted, he felt something push against his sternum. He looked down to see that she was having a good dream. She was poking him with her erection, which had grown up between them without him noticing. Why not? It was warm between them, especially with her body kicking out so much heat as to dry them off. Even his hair was dry by now, despite the humidity in the air and the water streaming down the beach behind him.

He gently lowered himself to the floor so that it was right in front of him. There was nothing he could do about his situation. He didn't want to be who he was. There was a Jake in the past that would have run away from this, would have cowered and hid, was very weak and timid, and wouldn't last a day out here without going crazy. However, there was a possible Jake in the future that was strong, healthy, had the capacity to feed himself and his wife, as Celestia would be in this possible future, who was having regular sex and wouldn't need to be invited to grab her tits because he knew how to treat her right. That version of himself with the capacity to keep himself and his loved one safe was not afraid of her dick, and that's the version of himself that he wanted to be. She had told him that he needed to accept all of her if he was going to have any of her, and he wanted her. So, he would have to accept all of her.

He started by licking her balls. They were clean, if a little bit sweaty. They were as big as his fist, and he couldn't fit even one in his mouth, let alone both. Of course, if he were able to fit one into his mouth, he would have to resist the urge to bite down while gagging. The dick could be pressurised to push back, but the testicles were solid, and held up by just a few tubes, just like his. He wouldn't like having his bitten; he wasn't going to risk doing the same to her on accident.

He started up the shaft, kissing and lightly sucking on the skin as he went. It was covered in belly sweat, both his and her own, but he was okay with that. That's all she was covered with, as the rain had washed away everything else. He was starting to grow used to the taste of her, having done this a few times before. He didn't much mind it, or at least, it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been the first time. He remembered being afraid to touch it, and now he was tonguing her urethra. He didn't like it quite yet, but the fact that it wasn't sickening him meant that it was an acquired taste, and he was starting to level out. The same thing had happened with his first sip of coffee. He'd thought it was yucky, and now he was dreaming of that magnificent black brew.

He took the tip into his mouth and it filled him right up. He couldn't close his mouth if he tried right now. He could feel the pressure inside of her tip pressing outward. He'd done this before, and he was apparently pretty good at it.

He pushed himself down until he couldn't take anymore, then tried to pull up, but he was locked. She'd flared up, and her tip could no longer squeeze past his jaw. At least his throat was open and he could breathe again, but in order to free his mouth, he'd have to make her finish.

"You can do it," She said, looking down at him and shifting his body with her magic into a more comfortable position, even going so far as to slide the pillow under his knees. "Deep breath..."

With a bit of help from her hand and her new position, Jake was able to push almost halfway to the ridge in the middle, and he held himself there for as long as he could, even after her hand receded. When he couldn't take any more, he pulled up slowly, keeping his lips closed to produce as much suction and negative pressure as he could. When he came back to just the tip and emptied his throat, before he could take a beath, she shot her load into his mouth, and he swallowed every drop.

Chapter the Forty-Second: Fishing

Celestia didn't return the favour after Jake was finished. He didn't ask her to. He instead just curled up next to her and nestled into her embrace. She held him like that for another three hours before the storm subsided.

In truth, he'd had a good plan. Taking the sail back to the house to serve as the roof, or even as a baseline for the roof, was a good idea. As soon as the storm had subsided, she woke him up and they untangled the sail, folding it up as best they could, wringing it clear of water, then carrying it back to the grove. She was capable of carrying it herself, but he had insisted that he was going to help her. Of course, there was no frame on which to put the sail, so for now, it was just shoved under the house. That would prevent it from being further soaked by rain.

Of course, the island was soaked now, meaning the same was true of their lumber and house. No work today, or so Jake thought at first.

Celestia put him through a quick refresher course on the use of her spear, then took him out on the raft. The sky was clear by now and the wind was calm. It was a good day for Jake to learn how to fish, and he was quite eager to improve.

"Okay, let's go over it again," breathed Celestia. "Why are we so far out?"

"Bigger fish," answered Jake. "And it just rained, so they'll all be up near the surface."

"Not all, but a good many of them," corrected Celestia. "Now, what happens when you go down there?"

"First, the spell you cast kicks in. The one that protects my eyes, and the one that makes it possible to breathe down there."

"Right. Can't have you dying down there, can we?"

Jake shook his head.

"That said, do test the spell out before diving too deep. If it doesn't take, for any reason, come right back up. How do you know if it doesn't take?"

"I try to suck in a mouthful of water. If it tastes salty, come back up, if it's just air, I'm good to try breathing through my nose, and then I can open my eyes."

"Good boy."

"But I have to come back up, anyway," reminded Jake. "I'm not allowed to panic while holding the spear, and I won't even bother to grab it until I'm sure I'll be fine down there."

"Correct," smiled Celestia. "We can't have you hurting yourself, can we?"

Jake shook his head.

"What else?"

"If I catch something, bring it up to you to see what you think."

"Right. There are some that are poisonous, and if you skewer them all at the same time, you risk infecting the lot. So come see me every time, okay?"

Jake nodded. "And watch out for sharks."

"And marlin, and barracuda, and anything else that may be dangerous to you. If it sees you, come back. If it grabs you, stabby-stabby. If it lets go, swim to me. If it does not, stab again. But you'll probably be fine."

Jake swallowed. "Okay. Here I go."

Taking a deep breath, he lowered himself into the water. He could feel the air rushing into his mouth, and then his nose, and, noting that the spell was working, opened his eyes. The water was very clear. He could see all the way to the seafloor, thirty metres below. Or rather, it looked to be thirty metres. It was possible that it was closer, or perhaps further away, through the refraction of light.

He came up and grabbed the spear before returning below the waves. He wasn't a strong swimmer, but he wasn't needing to chase anything down. All manner of fish swam about nearby.

Suddenly, he found himself to be quite squeamish. Here he was, holding a spear in his hand, and there were fish to catch, but the thought of stabbing one of them weighed on his mind. Something about this suddenly seemed very wrong. He didn't want to do this anymore. He wondered if he would feel the same way if he'd caught a fish on a hook, instead, or if this feeling was only brought on by actually seeing them in their natural state.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. He hadn't heard Celestia come into the water, but here she was. She drew his attention to a rather large fish that she often brought back with her, smiling and pointing, unable to be heard through the bubble in front of her mouth. It was bright red, with a dull green head and tail. She'd caught several, and they were pretty tasty.

This was no longer mandatory for him. He could become a vegetarian and just stay on the island. He didn't have to prove how manly he was to anyone, and if he told Celestia that he didn't want to kill the fish, she would probably understand.

He shook his head. This was why they were here. They'd come out here so he could learn to fish. Even if he didn't want to, he may have to, someday. He was going to be here for a long time, and being able to provide for Celestia when she was sick would be important. He had to be able to provide food and water, and if he was going to do that, he needed to do this. It wasn't about being manly or buff or strong, it was about being good to his girlfriend.

Immediately, the thought of her being his girlfriend changed his mind again. She was his girlfriend. Boyfriends did nice things for their girlfriends, like cook dinner. He would cook dinner for her. But first, he needed something to cook. He needed a fish. He needed that fish.

He moved a bit closer, tensioning the band that would launch the spear and holding it tight as he swam toward it. He was going to catch it, and that was that. Remembering what Celestia has told him, he aimed very carefully, kept the fish clearly in his sights, took a deep breath, and as he was letting it out, the spear flew from his grip, launching forward and piercing into the flesh.

Chapter the Forty-Third: Open Wound

"I think that's commendable," smiled Celestia, climbing back onto the raft. "Both parts, actually."

"Seriously?" huffed Jake, struggling to pull himself up as he and the raft bobbed at different rates. "That can't be your decision. They're two contradictory statements! You can't agree with both!"

"Yes, but both sides have a good reason, so I understand why you're so conflicted. Hurry up, now..."

Jake twisted and contorted until his right heel managed to catch on the edge of the raft. Finally managing some leverage, he tried to pull himself up, but a wave beneath the raft tossed him back off.

Shaking her head, Celestia used a bit of magic to lift him onto the raft. "You're so slippery..."

"I'm all wet!" argued Jake. "And all I caught was one stinking mackerel." He indicated the tiny fish that had caught his spear when he tried to nab the red one. He'd tried to catch it four more times, and had failed at every turn. Celestia had taken the spear and skewered him on the first try. Seeing the two right next to each other, with Celestia's massive haul of prime sockeye salmon next to his dinky little chub mackerel only served to remind him how big she was when compared to him.

Dick size notwithstanding, he was exhausted. "It doesn't really matter, I guess."

"Oh?" Asked Celestia, grabbing her oar. "Why not?"

"It's not like I can come out here and provide for you when you're sick, anyway. I can't cast the spell to breathe underwater."

"I can cast it before you come out. I can make it last four hours, even if I'm sick. Plus, we can just stew some fruits and vegetables."

"Jake scoffed. What kind of fruits would go into a stew?"

"Tomato," smiled Celestia. "Some peppers."

Jake looked up at Celestia. "Those are vegetables."

"No, they're not."

"But they're all vegetable-y!"

Celestia scoffed at him. "Do you know what the difference is between fruits and vegetables?"

"Fruits are sweet."

"Like lemons and grapefruit?"

"Those are different."

Celestia shook her head. "Fine. Carrots and onions are sweet. Sweet potato? Sugar beets?"

"Well, yeah, but those are vegetables."

"They're sweet, though. By your definition, they're fruit."

Jake thought for a moment. "Vegetables grow underground. Fruit grows aboveground."

"Spinach is a fruit, now?"

"What? No!"

Celestia shrugged. "Spinach is sweet, and it grows aboveground. Same with lettuce and cabbage. Is every salad a fruit salad?"

Jake grumbled. "Fine. What's the difference?"

Celestia smiled. "All fruits are actually vegetables. Vegetables just means edible plants. Roots, like carrots and beets, stalks, like broccoli and cauliflower, leaves like spinach and cabbage, tubers, like potatoes... What makes something a fruit is dependant on two factors. First, it came from a flower. Second, it has seeds in it. Fruits are nothing more complicated than seed pods with all the nutrients to advance its growth."

"So if you just let a fruit sit on the ground, it'll just grow?"

"Well, no. Sometimes, it has to pass through an animal's digestion, first, and then it comes out the other side with a big ol' gob of fertiliser."

Jake grimaced. "That's disgusting!"

Celestia chuckled and shook her head. "That's a part of life. That's how seeds make it from one place to another. That's one of the reasons why they're the hardest, most difficult part of a fruit to break through. Because they sometimes have to survive through stomach acid."

As Jake rolled his eyes, a large wave came up from behind and tossed him overboard. He wasn't very far from the shore, and even exhausted as he was, it wasn't a long swim back. However, he was thankful that the spell cast on him was still active, as he ended up with stands of something sharp wrapped around his leg. He was suddenly in searing pain, and as he gasped and screamed, he was glad that his lungs weren't filling with water.

He pulled himself back to shore, still not sure what had snagged him. Celestia was already there, and while she was dragging her raft ashore, she dropped everything as soon as she heard Jake shouting in pain.

She dragged him into the sand, and in the dim light of the evening, she saw the little yellow balloon he was dragging with his leg, about twenty centimeters wide.

"A jellyfish," she noted, untangling it from his leg and tossing it back in the water. With any luck, it was still alive and uninjured enough to float away.

Jake gasped and panted. There was only one way to neutralise the toxic venom of a jellyfish sting. "You have to pee on me!"

Celestia raised her eyebrow. "You sure about that?"

"It's the only way! It could kill me!"

With a nod, Celestia grabbed her penis and started spraying Jake's face with a stream of urine.

"My leg!" he shouted through the deluge. "Piss on my leg!"

"Sorry, but that doesn't work. Not for me, and certainly not for you."

As Jake continued to swat her away, her stream ran out, and she picked him up and carried him back to the house, setting a cauldron of water on the fire. She left him sitting on the bed while she left to grab the fish, then came back to add some cold water to the cauldron. It was very warm, just over forty-five degrees when she pulled his leg over next to it. With a pair of tweezers and her magic, she ran all the way up and down his leg, plucking out any barbs she could see.

"Luckily for you, that's not one of the more dangerous jellies," she said, having come down past his knee. "Yeah, the myth about spraying urine on the wound is baseless. I mean, the actual solution isn't too far off from that, just being hot water, but pissing on it will just cause a tiny bit of relief and a moderate chance of bacterial infection. You wouldn't smear manure on an open wound, would you?"

Jake shook his head. "How was I supposed to know? I've never been stung before, and everyone says that's the only cure!"

"I've also been told that the only cure for ignorance was a lead pipe, being applied vigorously to the temple. And yet, despite hearing that several times, I still keep my school for gifted unicorns open. Or kept, I should say. I don't know how it's faring without me."

Jake put a hand on her shoulder as he winced in pain. "I'm sure it's fine..."

Celestia nodded. "And I'm sure that Luna will send you some rash cream for your leg."

Chapter the Forty-Fourth: Almost There

Celestia had kept Jake's leg warm and wrapped in a damp cloth all night long. After waking up, he didn't even remember the reason why until he took the wrapping off. Even then, it took a few seconds before he noted the red marks on his leg in lines. He wasn't bleeding, but it was very red. Not particularly sore, though. Itchy and sensitive, yes, but sore? Not so much.

He stood up, slowly putting weight on it. It wasn't that bad. The bone and joint seemed to be fine. It was just on the skin. He had expected it to be worse, but it wasn't that bad, really.

"Good morning," smiled Celestia, sitting up. "Feeling better?"

"Yeah. Should be fine."

"Don't strain yourself, now. If that leg starts burning again, you let me know right away."

Jake nodded. It was quiet. "Sounds like the rain stopped. Think we can put the roof up today?"

Celestia rolled over and lifted the blinds. "Looks like we can, if you're feeling up to it. You want some breakfast, first?"

After polishing off last night's dinner, they went outside. They weren't going for a walk today. Jake wasn't even leaving the grove. He was going to stay here, in case his rash was exacerbated.

Celestia could leave, though, and she did, bringing back just a single tree for Jake to split. He had sawed through a single plank several times according to her instructions, and now he had a square of wood with chopped-down corners, and per Celestia's orders, it was looped around the tree in the center.

On Celestia's return, the tree was broken down into eight planks, the ends of each of which were cut at a specific angle decided by Celestia. Once they secured the first one to the box, it was obvious that this was the roof frame, and the point of the box was the same as the hole in the floor; to not damage the tree growing in the center of the house.

Once they had the second roof beam up, and it could just about stand on its own, Jake scooted around the outside, while Celestia took to the middle with her wings. Even at his best, Jake wasn't sure he could use his legs to grip the tree after climbing so high. He certainly wouldn't be able to do so with the rash, especially with both hands being used to secure the beam to the block.

It wasn't long before the braces were all up, and Celestia lowered Jake to the ground. His rash was doing rather poorly at this point, so she let him wrap his leg in a hot cloth while she finished. She first tried wrapping the sail around the tree, but when it wasn't big enough, she just cut a slit from the center. The center wrapped around the tree and when the two sides of the slit came back together, they were overlapping, as cones are wont to do when made from flat sheets. With a few remaining slivers of wood, she pinned down the sheet, with two pins on every beam except the one where they overlapped, where there were four, just to make sure it never came apart in the wind. After securing all of the beams and the outer rim, she covered the whole thing in palm fronds before returning to Jake.

"How's my big, strong fisherman doing?"

"Please don't condescend me, princess. I feel bad enough already."

Celestia sauntered up behind him and gave him a hug. "How's your leg?"

"Better now. Did you need me outside?"

She leaned down a bit, resting her breasts on his shoulders. "Need is not the right word. I'd like you to come outside. And then we can go back inside, but in a different spot."

Jake nodded, unwrapping his leg and following her outside. She lifted him up to the roof to see the house from above, and it blended pretty well with the canopies. Better than Celestia's own hut, which was a lump of light brown in a sea of green. It was wood and dried fronds, and before long, the fronds on top of the sail would dry and become brown, and then they, too, would stand out.

Nevertheless, it was practically invisible now, and that meant that any rain coming directly down would be blocked off. The comical shape, or rather, the eight-sided pyramid structure, would move the water off the roof and onto the ground below. As she brought him back down, he noted a shallow ridge placed above the door, which would divert a fair amount of rainwater away from it and anyone who was coming in or going out, protecting them from the runoff.

The interior was shady, but that was to be expected. The wall plates weren't quite done, but they were close, needing only a few more planks to finish them off. And of course, there was the gaping hole where the fireplace was supposed to go.

"This is nice."

Celestia squeezed him tighter. "It'll be nicer when we finish."

Jake reached behind him, unintentionally grabbing her butt before moving his hands down to her thighs, instead. He just kind of held her there for a bit, swaying back and forth with his arms as around her as they could be. "So, should we start thinking about furniture?"

"We should," she answered, reaching down to rub his panties. "I mean, the bed's not coming over. It was built for one. Squeezing you in was doable, and squeezing into you is preferable, but sometimes, it's nice to just air out a bit, you know?"

Jake nodded. "On hot nights, I'd sleep naked, sprawled out on the mattress with an oscillating fan spraying air across my body. And I'd still wake up in a pool of sweat."

"So, it's decided, then," clapped Celestia. "I'm going to have you make a bed for us."

Jake looked up, concern covering his face. "I've never done that before."

Celestia chuckled and shook her head. "It's just like building a house. You've done that before. Well, a bed is even easier."

Jake snorted. "Well, if you put it like that, I mean..."

Chapter the Forty-Fifth: Warm Bed

While Celestia finished up the last bits of the house, all being up hight around the edge of the roof, Jake spent the next day with a saw, cutting twelve lengths of equal size from the planks, then two really long ones, one slightly shorter, two of medium length, four of just under half of that, and nine just slightly longer than the medium-length ones. It was a lot of cutting, especially after laying it all out in stacks on the floor. He wasn't sure which pieces went where, exactly, but the entirety of the plan was in Celestia's mind, and she was the one calling the shots.

Once all the pieces were cut to length, Celestia came inside, having just finished. "Have you finished cutting all the pieces?"

Jake nodded. "I have."

"Good. How's the leg?"

"Fine." It had stopped being a big issue about halfway through the day. It still stung, but it was more manageable now. It was easier to move about, and he could even sit on the floor, as long as it was a smooth section without a lot of wood feathers. Which, because this was palm wood, and not something more fibrous, there weren't a lot of feathers.

"So, with all of the pieces here, can you tell how they go?"

Jake rubbed his chin. His beard was starting to grow in fairly thick. "Well, If I had to guess, there need to be at least four legs, right?"

"Minimum three," corrected Celestia. "And that's only if we want it to be elevated."

Jake turned back to her. "If we're not going to elevate it, we're going to be sleeping on the floor. If we're going to be sleeping on the floor, why would we even build a bed in the first place?"

"True, true..."

"So, four legs, I'm guessing, with these ones about seventy-five centimetres being those. That's the only thing we have four of."

"That's a fairly reasonable assumption," nodded Celestia.

"However, they're a bit too tall for me. It's just under my hip, sure, but once we put the mattress on top, it'll be over my hip, and I'll have to climb to go to bed."

"And I don't want to make the ladder a permanent fixture in the house."

"That leads me to think more than four legs. We have nine of these, but they're a hundred and sixty centimetres; up to my shoulder. If I wanted a ladder before, I need one now. Plus, nine legs?"

"Good, good..."

"Twelve." Jake pointed to the short ones. "These are about sixty centimetres. Just below your knee, just above mine. I can see myself sitting on this, my feet dangling just above the ground. No ladder required. These are the legs. Why we need twelve, however, is beyond me."

"Well done," nodded Celestia. "Very well discerned. The reason I called for twelve of them is to make sure it can support our weight. I'm pretty heavy."

"Oh, you look just fine," smiled Jake, almost instinctively so. He was raised to never call women fat, even if they were. Men could be fat or ugly, but women were not to be referred to as such under any circumstance, except when talking to your girlfriend about another woman, and never when said woman was around. In addition, Celestia wasn't fat. So when she referred to herself as "heavy," it was drilled into his mind to assure her that she wasn't fat.

"Oh?" smirked Celestia. "I wasn't referring to my figure. I was talking about my weight. Can you lift a hundred and twenty kilos?"

Jake swallowed. He could not. Even at his heaviest, he was only ninety-five, and he typically hovered around eighty. Granted, she was much larger, and had way more appendages, but a hundred and twenty kilos?

"Sit."

He did, moving over to the wall and leaning against it. Celestia walked over and sit down on his lap. Jake's leg immediately started to hurt, not because of the rash, but because his femur was not used to the lateral weight. He was pretty sure she wasn't even putting her full weight on him, but as she nestled, he let out a soft whine that told her it was time to stop.

"Not too bad," she noted. "If there was a mattress beneath you, or a chair, or anything soft, you might be able to take my full weight." She stood up and sat down next to him, patting her thigh. "Your turn."

Jake was very easy to hold, as Celestia's bones were far stronger than his. She could support his entire weight and her own through her wings, which she had demonstrated in the rain. It wasn't a stretch to say that her leg could support just him.

After a brief sit and cuddle, they returned to the bed. The two long ones were the outside of the bed, the long way from head to toe. The slightly shorter one went in the middle. The medium two were the head and foot, and the half-length ones were to span between the edges and the middle. The feet were located at every intersection, and the nine slabs were to lay across the top to create a flat surface.

They spent the rest of the day doing that, building essentially a low table that they could lie down on. They did lie down on it, of course, and it was certainly big enough. But it felt like lying on a table, because there was nothing there to lie on top of. It was a good start, and after dinner, Celestia dragged her mattress onto the new bed, which was moved up against the wall. It was long enough, but not quite wide enough to serve as a permanent fixture. However, it would do for now.

Things were looking up for the duo, and as they settled into their new bed, albeit with an old mattress, they could rest contentedly, wrapped in each other's embrace.

"I'm glad you decided to stay," whispered Celestia, holding him close. "It's been great having you around."

Jake snuggled in closer, as well, holding her forearms that were wrapped around his chest. "I'm glad I stayed, too. I can't imagine I'd have this kind of connection with anyone if I'd gone back."

Chapter the Forty-Sixth: Separation

After yet another bath and laundry day, Celestia, rather than resting, went out to collect some rocks. Big ones. Rocks so large and heavy that Jake couldn't carry them. So he was left alone in the grove, cooking the food she'd selected for dinner.

The thought occurred to him that he should be doing something else besides waiting, so he started thinking up plans that he could actually do. Then he spotted the cutoffs from making the bed and walls. A lot of them would be used as firewood, but there was still a lot left. He could do something with it. Besides, they'd probably want more furniture than just the bed.

When Celestia came back with her first batch of rocks, which Jake actually could lift, by the by, he waved her over.

"That fish should only be about half done," noted Celestia. "It can't be ready yet."

"Oh, it's not," answered Jake. "Nor the tomatoes. I was just thinking of something, and I wanted to ask you, first."

"Oh, okay. Shoot."

"I was thinking of taking some of this wood and making some furniture."

Celestia looked over the scraps and snorted. "You're not going to be making much from this. There's not a lot here. What are you trying to make?"

"It's a surprise," he muttered. He didn't want to spoil it for her, as she was the intended recipient. "I'd much rather just show you when it's done."

"Celestia paused for a moment, then chuckled. "Okay, I'll make you a deal. I'm going to be building the fireplace and chimney along this wall." She indicated the wall that was still missing a vertical strip. "As such, you can't build in there and keep it a secret. However, I don't plan on using the small hut right away, unless it starts raining again. You can build in there. Whatever it is, it's going to be small enough to fit through the door. Right?"

Jake nodded. "I'm pretty sure."

"So the deal is this: As long as you don't run out of wood, you don't have to tell me what it is."

Jake nodded. "Deal."

Over the next few days, they were kept separate for the most part. Celestia was not keeping her end of the construction secret, mostly just stacking rocks on top pf each other and sealing them with clay from the deposit near the beach. The bottom was just slabs stacked on top of each other a few centimetres up. Above that, it was mostly circular. Celestia had shoved some cutoff boards into the mix to hold up the stones while she was building the archway at the base, from which they would pull the ashes. From there until she reached the floor, it was just a tube. On the first day of building, she'd finished by building a frame of sticks and coating it rather generously in clay. This was placed over the fire to harden into a ceramic grate.

Meanwhile, Jake had been concentrating on cutting the pieces and measuring them out. He'd used his knowledge from the bed to make sure all of his cuts were accurate to their length. He also had some knowledge from previous experience, and Celestia confirmed, that any tall furniture should have its legs banded together at the bottom to keep the legs straight. He would deal with that when the time came, but for the first day, the only construction was the frame.

On the second day, Celestia did much the same as she had the first day, except instead of starting with the ground and flat slabs, she started with the grate, now hardened, and built up from there. She made it about halfway up the wall before running out of rocks, and she had to spend the afternoon collecting new ones. And some clay, too, why not?

Jake's second day was complicated, but doable once he realised that he could use the wall as a guide. The problem was that the legs in the front were short, stopping at the edge of the frame, and could be done against the floor, but the legs in the back were far longer, extending far above the frame. They were bent, too, but that was okay. Better than okay, in fact. He worked it into the design. And of course, they were banded at the bottom to keep them from fanning outward and breaking.

On the third day, Celestia finished the chimney, going up fifteen centimetres from the roof before setting up four pillars that were capped with a large, flat stone, then lit a fire in the bottom to cook off the clay. She even smeared some clay around the interior of the house around the opening, just to ensure that no embers leapt out and caught the house on fire. In doing so, she was also checking for leaks where smoke might escape. There were a few small cracks, but they were tiny and easy to fix with just a quick patch.

Jake, on the other hand, spent his third day working on the intricacies of the design. Aside from two arms, the only thing left was the top and back plate. The top plate was simple, just a few slabs laid out properly and secured down to the frame. The back plate wasn't so much a plate as much as a grate of flexible sticks, bound together with grass rope taken from Celestia's stash. The only thing missing was a cushion, and Jake didn't know how to make one of those.

Finally, it was laundry day again, and after washing their clothes and themselves, Jake asked Celestia to stay by the pond while he brought the furniture over to the new house. She didn't need to comply, but she did, anyway, waiting in the water until he returned to pick up the basket of clothes. She even helped him hang them on the line before going in to see it.

Her jaw dropped upon seeing what he'd made. It was a chair, and a big one at that. He'd put it near to the fireplace, but not so near that it could catch alight. It wasn't big enough for both of them, but it was definitely big enough for her, and sat about as tall as the bed.

"Jake, it's beautiful! But why?"

He shrugged. "You're a princess. Princesses need thrones to sit on. And you didn't have one. So, I decided to correct that error."

Chapter the Forty-Eighth: Battle of the Sun and Moon

When the guard returned to his office, he very nearly dropped his sandwich. It was still in its container, so it wasn't about to go all over the floor, but he was going to have to reassemble it. He noted immediately that Celestia was sitting on a throne, wearing a crown, and referring to herself as "queen." She could fuck her pet human as much as she wanted, but trying to retake the throne was on the list of behaviour he was obligated to report, and it was listed at the highest priority.

Leaving his lunch on his desktop, he took off towards the throne room. He was meant to report to Luna again later today, and he was going to tell her about the chair, but now he had to hurry.

The doors burst open. "Queen Luna!"

Luna looked up from her throne. "We are having a meeting! For what purpose have you imposed upon our esteemed guests?!"

The guard dropped to his knees mid-run and skidded to a stop in front of the throne, bowing before Ember and Thorax, and of course, Luna. "I have emergency news regarding your sister's confinement, highness! She's trying to retake the throne!"

Taking stock of the situation, Luna held up a finger to let her guests know that their meeting was on hold. She whipped out her personal mirror and inspected it closely. Celestia was just now rising from her throne, wearing her tiara, and carrying Jake across the room. As she referred to herself as "queen," Luna's ire was piqued.

"Dearest guests, we must humbly ask you both to return to your guest rooms and wait for our return."

Ember scowled. "You think we can't handle this?"

Luna took a deep breath. "This is something that we must take care of on our own. We consider you to be friends of the highest calibre, but this is a familial emergency."

Thorax nodded. "I know what it's like to have a brother that's not cooperating. Come on, Ember, it won't be that long."

Begrudgingly, Ember stormed away, grumbling and growling the whole time, with Thorax leading her. As soon as they were clear, Luna turned to the guard. She said nothing, only placing a hand on his shoulder.

With a loud crack, the guard was blinded by the sudden light. He was used to the dark castle, the dimly-lit sky, the soothing coolness of extended nighttime, and the shaded interiors that he spent most of the day in. This was a bright, warm, sunny outside, and he wasn't used to it.

"Lead the way," instructed Luna.

"Y-yes ma'am," the guard saluted. Well, not so much saluted as much as covered his eyes to shield them from the light, but that was beside the point. He spun around until he had taken in the surroundings, and then walked directly to the grove.

Celestia pushed her hips as far forward as they could go, her balls just barely grazing Jake's nose. She could see the bulge she was creating at the base of his sternum, and could feel his lower esophageal sphincter resisting. She was centimetres away from being in his stomach. She could almost be completely engulfed. He was almost stretchy enough. But not quite. He was just a little bit too small, still.

She pulled out, letting Jake breathe. "Sorry," he coughed. "I was almost there. I could almost reach..."

"You did wonderfully, my brave knight," smiled Celestia, massaging his chest. "Open wide."

As she plunged back into Jake's throat, she heard another throat clear behind her. She turned to look, pulling herself free of Jake and letting him turn around and lift himself up. "Well, well... I certainly wasn't expecting a visit from my dear baby sister today..."

Luna sneered at Celestia's comment. "You should have anticipated our arrival. You have been warned, Tia. Any attempt to reclaim the throne before your sentence is up is only going to extend it. We had thought that you had learned this when you declared yourself the queen of the moles and started arranging an army to take back the surface."

Celestia shook her head. "I have no such army."

"Oh, no? You have a knight. That's a military role, is it not?"

"He's not a real knight, Luna."

"You taught him how to use a spear."

"For fishing!"

"Stabbing a pony is exactly the same principle as stabbing a fish."

As the two argued, Jake tried to back away, making an attempt to leave through the door. Celestia was right, he wasn't a real knight. He was a coward, and he was going to run away before things turned violent. He couldn't win against Celestia, he definitely couldn't last against the one who had imprisoned her here. Especially if Luna could pull from magic that Celestia could not.

He didn't make it to the door, however. Before he could reach it, a pair of hands stronger than his own grabbed him by the wrists and held them behind his back. "Not another step," whispered the guard directly into his ear. "Hold still."

Jake swallowed as the guard cuffed him and brought him down to his knees. "I wasn't doing anything..."

"And you're going to continue to not do anything," informed the guard. "You made me miss lunch."

Jake lowered his head and kept silent. He'd had no intention of hurting anyone. Especially this guard he'd never met. If he hadn't just been made to kneel with his arms tied behind his back, he'd offer him a cheeseburger, but bound as he was, there was no way for him to collect.

"Then explain that!" Luna pointed to the throne Jake had made. "You have given yourself a throne! You know the terms of your incarceration!"

"It's just a chair," spat back Celestia.

"It is a throne," corrected Luna. "An opulent chair that is used to denote status and power, especially of royalty, as your flagrant use of your tiara shows."

"I built the throne!"

The two turned toward Jake, Luna scowling and Celestia terrified.

"I built it," he admitted. "It was my idea. She didn't know about it until an hour ago."

Luna looked to the guard, who silently confirmed the story. "Well, it seems that you did not build yourself a throne."

"I told you, it's just a chair..."

"And that's just a tiara on your head, and you were just referring to yourself as the queen of the island."

Celestia looked to Jake. She didn't want to hurt him any further. "Yes. Yes, that's true."

"Thank you for your honesty," nodded Luna. "We have decided to let you off with a warning this time." She turned to Jake. "However, you are to be punished for encouraging this behaviour..."

Chapter the Forty-Ninth: Punishment

Celestia sat on her knees, her hands bound behind her back, and her mouth gagged shut. She had been offered to the guard, that he could play with her as he saw fit, but he wasn't into alicorns with dicks and balls. He'd had a bad experience in the recent past. This one wasn't purple, but she could probably still beat him up, so he just stood on her tail, holding her by the horn. She was required to watch.

Jake was the one who was really in trouble. Luna had brought him back to the bed and returned him to the position he'd been in when she'd arrived. "Do you know who we are, human?"

"Which "we?"" asked Jake. "You and your sister, you and your cohort, or all three of you combined?"

"The royal "we.""

Jake blinked. "I don't know what that means."

Luna sneered. "Have you no kings or queens in your society? No leaders of your country, no rulers of your lands?"

He shrugged. "We have a president, I guess."

"You guess?"

"I mean, we do. Did. When I was still on the mainland, we did, but that was a month or so ago. Who knows what's going on, now...?"

Luna sneered. "We are Queen Luna."

"Both of you?"

Celestia chuckled. She was proud of Jake for standing up to Luna, even if he was just being naïve, here. She would have explained the situation to him, showing that he was unfamiliar with Equestrian custom if her mouth was usable, but as it wasn't, all she could do was laugh at how frustrated her little sister was becoming.

Luna pointed to Celestia. "She is a disgraced princess." She pointed to the guard. "He is a prison warden we hired to keep her here." She pointed to Jake. "You are a human." Finally, her fingertips found her chest. "We are Queen Luna, ruler of Equestria and commander of the sun and moon."

Jake blinked. "So, when you say "we," you mean just you..."

Luna smiled. "Yes. That is how the crown works."

"It makes you think you're multiple people?"

Celestia nearly spit the gag right out of her mouth.

"Do you know why we're here, Jake?"

"Yeah. You don't like my chair."

"We're here because you have violated the terms of Celestia's prison sentence."

"To be fair, I never read the terms. I wasn't given a list of infractions to avoid. How was I supposed to know that building a chair would call you down here?"

"It wasn't just the throne. You accepted a position as a knight."

"I thought that was just a silly pretend thing. I felt awful when I had to kill a fish for food. Do you really think I could stab something that could beg for its life? I'm a coward."

Celestia shook her head. Pacifism was not cowardice.

"Regardless of whether or not you knew it was an infraction, it was. Rules do not cease to apply just because you don't know them. And any rule that is broken must be punished." Luna turned to the side. "However, as this is your first offense, and we can produce no evidence to contradict your claim, we shall see fit to let you off with a warning. Or, we would, except the fact that Celestia should have told you as soon as she saw the chair."

Celestia scowled at Luna.

"And so, we are going to punish her for not putting a stop to this."

"She didn't know!" called Jake. "It was a surprise!"

"A chair is a chair, but a tiara is a tiara. And now, it is time for her punishment."

Luna grabbed her shoulders and pulled off her dress, revealing her full nude body, including a throbbing, thunderous erection. Rather than Celestia's pale pastel pink that was almost white, Luna's was very dark blue, almost black. It was bigger than Celestia's, but her balls were smaller, as were her breasts.

"Celestia. As punishment for not informing your charge of the ramifications of his actions, as well as for your response of actions following the event, we, the crown, hereby sentence you to watching us plow your boy toy."

Jake's jaw dropped. Or rather, because he was upside down, it popped up. He didn't know how to react, and was slow to register a response. It was already inside his mouth by the time he knew what was happening.

Now, he could bite Luna. He could blame it in the shock of the situation, and the larger girth she had. But by the time he'd thought about that, she was already sliding further in, and he'd missed his opportunity. Besides, if she was powerful enough to put Celestia in custody and gag her, he really didn't want to draw her full ire. He didn't even want to upset her; he had only done so through his own misunderstanding.

Despite being wider, Luna went all the way in, even making it into his stomach. She reached down and rubbed her tip through his flesh, letting him stretch around her. "Do you enjoy this, Jake the human? Do you enjoy having our cock down in your stomach?"

On some level, the answer was a resounding "yes." Jake had been trying so hard to stomach the idea of sucking Celestia's dick, to the point where a similar one would invoke the muscle memory and a similar set of emotions. His throat thought that he was sucking Celestia's dick, just a bit wider. His nose thought he was smelling Celestia's sweaty balls, just a bit muskier. But he knew it wasn't her. And the part of him that knew that was the part that didn't like it.

Still, he couldn't answer. His mouth was full, so even if he tried to say something, he couldn't. And he couldn't shake his head, either, as there was something holding his neck straight and rigid from the inside.

Just as he could feel himself starting to convulse from lack of oxygen, she pulled back to his mouth. Her cock tasted like vomit, likely because it had come from his stomach, and had its contents stuck to it. He took a moment to breathe before she rammed herself down again, petting his throat to rub herself through his flesh. "You are such a good little cocksocket," she purred, wiggling her hips. "You're tight, you're warm, you're good at holding your breath... How would you like to be my new chair?"

Chapter the Fiftieth: Why It's Important to Stretch

After a few more deep penetrations by Luna, Jake was feeling pretty hazy. The lack of oxygen combined with the arousal of having sex had weakened his mind. It was familiar, somehow, but he couldn't quite place it. If he could, it would have been the night he and Celestia had downed three bottles of absinthe, but he could not remember what that felt like. He was lucid enough to remember this, however...

"That's enough of that," moaned Luna, pulling out of Jake's throat. "You make a very good cock-warmer, Jake. We would have you return to the palace, where you shall have the most lush bed imaginable, fine dining to your heart's content, and all of the princess cock you can suck. What say you to our offer?"

Jake really wanted that. To live in a palace, lounging about all day, having sex... He might even be able to request mares to have sex with. Mares with vaginas, and not just boobs. And all he'd have to do was suck a dick every once in awhile, which he could do with ease. It was a very tempting proposition.

"...No deal..."

His mind was clear. He was about to accept, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Celestia tied up. It would be wonderful to live in a palace being waited on hand and foot, but that meant leaving Celestia here. More than just leaving her alone, it was saddling her with the house she'd helped to build, the garden, the chairs, the remains of the boat, and all of the memories of what Jake had promised; that he'd stay with her. In an instant, he saw the suffering he'd put her through with such a decision, and he made up his mind.

"Are you sure?" asked Luna. "We can provide you with all of the amenities you can fathom. Ask for it, and we can give it to you."

"You can," nodded Jake. "But I don't think you will."

Luna chuckled. "You have been missing your "X-Box," have you not? We can provide you with a far superior "Game Cube." It's even shaped like a cube, so you know it's good."

Jake shook his head. If she'd said she had a PS5, maybe she'd have a case, but she could not tempt him with something he didn't want. "Only if Celestia is brought back, too."

A smirk spread across Luna's face. "Demanding the release of a criminal, are you? Would you set loose on the world a great evil just because you think she's pretty?"

"I don't think she's evil," scowled Jake.

"True, true," nodded Luna. "Not inherently. We cannot go into detail, but if she were to return to Equestia, havoc would be wrought, and the world would fall to terror. Would you prefer that the world fall to terror, Jake?"

"No," he breathed. "And that's why I'm not going with you."

Luna cleared her throat. "Let us make this clear; you don't have to stay."

"I know."

There was a long pause, ending as Luna smacked her cock against Jake's cheek. "Very well, then. Be that way." Luna picked Jake up and flipped him over, pulling his hips back until her sausage was nestled between his buns. "But first, let us bestow upon you the smallest punishment we have for conspiracy to commit an act of terror."

Celestia, still bound and gagged, tried to turn her face away, but it was held in place by the guard, who also held her eyelids open. Luna had ordered that she watch this. He couldn't turn her eyes, but he could keep her facing the right way.

Slowly enough to make every centimetre grueling, but quick enough to make sure there was no recovery period, Luna sank her giant blue-black cock into Jake's arse. Five centimetres in, then two out. Then five more in, and two more out, again and again and again until Jake's balls rested on top of Luna's.

Luna slipped her hand down between Jake's legs and grabbed his dick between her thumb and forefinger. "Such a small thing. It's a wonder that you ever thought it would reach our dear sister's pucker. Such a waste to have."

Jake couldn't answer. He could barely hear what she was saying. He was concentrating on the pain in his arse as his sphincter was pulled apart wider than ever it had been. Wider even than when Celestia had been up there. His biggest focus was in not screaming and trying to relax his arse so that she could fit.

She started moving, and she was not gentle. She was slow and methodical, but she was still very much trying to make this punishment feel like one. Her medial ridge did not come out, even when her thrusts went deeper.

"We should not be the only one enjoying this," moaned Luna. "Tia, darling, you have trained a very good fucktoy."

She grabbed the back of Jake's head and dropped down to the floor in front of Celestia, rubbing his face on the head of her dick.

"Go on now, little bitch boy... Find that cock and suck it..."

Jake could not say no to that order. His mind was almost shot at this point, and he could barely keep track of what was going on. He was losing his periphery, as his mind was diverting everything he had to focus on his arse. He barely took note of Celestia's cock in his mouth, letting his training take over as he swallowed the whole thing.

"This is how it should be," moaned Luna. "The two of us are sisters! We should be working towards each other and meeting in the middle! It should be like this all the time!"

Celestia nodded, but she wasn't necessarily doing so to agree with Luna. Jake's throat had never been so tight as this, his tongue never so dextrous, and his jaw never so loose. His lips were even especially greedy right now. This was the state he was in when he was drunk. This was the phenomenal blowjob he'd given the night they couldn't remember. This was his best.

Unfortunately for Jake, his mind shut down right at that moment. He could no longer take in any information. He was down to just emergency functions, limp and dull.

Chapter the Fifty-First: Lingering

When Jake woke up, he was sore, and feeling a bit sick. But he was warm, and he was comfortable. He opened his eyes, and he was met with a dull white. Pulling back, he recognised Celestia's tits, acting as a sort of pillow for him. They often did, but not like this. He was curled up in her arms while she was sitting almost straight up.

He looked around. The room was empty, save for the two of them and the furniture. The bed and throne were still there, meaning Luna hadn't taken them away. The fireplace was unlit, the door was wide open, and the dark of night had found its way out to the island.

Jake pulled himself out of Celestia's limp grasp. She wasn't dead, just asleep. He could hear her heart beating if he listened. With a kiss to the tip of her horn, he walked outside and pulled out the ladder to climb to the highest point he could.

The moon was setting. It was bigger than he remembered. On the other side of the island, there were a few red marks on the horizon. It was almost dawn. Soon, the sun would be up, and the day would begin.

He had no trouble going up the ladder, but the muscles required for climbing back down were different than the ones required for going up. It was still doable, but it took so long that by the time he reached the dirt, the sun was already up.

"Jake?"

He turned back to the house where Celestia was. "I'm outside!"

His voice was very hoarse. Obviously, his throat was stretched out from yesterday's activities, but there was more to it than that. There was fluid sloshing about inside of him, obviously the remnants of the princesses' climaxes, and maybe the guard, too, if he'd opted in. He'd probably find his voice before too long, and if he didn't, he'd be able to pick up a new one. Maybe a deep, sexy voice.

Celestia came out and pulled him into a hug. "Are you okay?"

"A little sore and stiff, and my voice is a little bit rough, but otherwise, I seem to be fine..."

She pulled him a little bit tighter, using her chin to press against his back. "I'm glad. For a moment, I thought she was lying..."

Jake shook his head. "I'm fine, princess..."

Celestia nodded. "That's right. I'm a princess. Don't call me a queen; she can't take a joke..."

Jake rubbed Celestia's back, gently patting his hands against her spine. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen."

Celestia shook her head. "I should be the one apologising. After what you've been through..." She pulled away to look him in the eye. "You passed out."

He nodded. "I know. But that wasn't your fault."

"It was," she answered, caressing his cheek. "I encouraged the behaviour that brought her here."

"But she's gone, now..."

Celestia shook her head. "She may be off the island, but she's still watching. She can see and hear everything we do. Or at least, that guard can."

Jake snorted. "I'd say "Let's give him something to watch," but I have to wonder if he's had enough of that since yesterday..."

Celestia shook her head. "No. You're in no condition for that. You need to rest." She scooped him up in her arms and carried him back inside, only to hear a loud bang from outside. She set him down on the bed and walked out, only to come back in a few moments later with a large roll under her arm.

"What's that?"

She set it down at the foot of the bed and moved Jake to the floor, along with the mattress. As she unrolled it, it became a large flat sheet, and shortly after that, it began to swell to the size of a king-size mattress. "It's a gift from Luna. She wants you to change your mind and go with her."

Jake shook his head. "No. Not without you."

Celestia nodded. "Eventually, sure."

Jake furrowed his brow. "What does that mean?"

Celestia picked him up and lowered him onto the mattress. "When my sentence is up, you're coming back home with me."

His eyes went wide. "You mean you're going to be let out early?!"

Celestia shook her head. "But you have been granted agelessness for as long as you're here on the island. When I return to Equestria, I shall grant it to you there, as well. Barring any mortal injuries or sicknesses, you shall be with me forever." She leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. "If that is your wish."

He took a deep breath and nodded. "I will stay with you, yes."

With a big smile, and a couple of tears dripping down her cheeks, Celestia climbed into bed with Jake, wrapping her arms around him as yet another package arrived from Luna. She wasn't going to go pick it up yet, as her biggest concern right now was to stay with Jake. She loved him so much, and she wasn't going to leave this bed for something so frivolous.

About half an hour later, though, when Jake's stomach growled, she brought everything in. It wasn't much, just a few things for Jake, mostly. Regular clothes, a hairbrush, shave butter and a straight razor. There was a note attached to the razor, too, telling him to ask Celestia for help if he didn't know how to use it.

He folded the laundry as Celestia sat on her throne next to the fireplace, cooking some eggplants. He wasn't against wearing the slutty clothes anymore, but it was nice to have something normal. Cargo shorts, oxford shirts and boxer briefs, instead of panties and thongs. This was more what he would wear on a normal day, and he could wear something more revealing when he wanted Celestia to use him.

Oh, yes. After feeling Luna stuffing his arse, and being able to recover from it, Celestia would be less of a problem. She was smaller, she was gentler, and most importantly, she would cuddle with him after. He wanted to make her feel good, and now... Now he was confident that he could. He was going to be her stud, and he was going to love her the way she deserved for a long, long time.

Epilogue: Four Years Later

Jake surfaced, tossing his mane back as he did. He'd learned long ago that he needed to keep his hair under control as he came out of the water, or it would stick to his face and not want to sit correctly. He lifted his spear and tossed it onto the raft, as well as the two bass that he'd caught, then climbed aboard and started paddling back toward the shore.

It was still early morning when he arrived, spotting Celestia just coming back from her run. "Hey, Jake!" she called, waving as she approached in her Lynyrd Skynyrd shirt. "Happy anniversary!"

"And a happy anniversary to you, too," he smiled, moving the raft and its oar back to the proper position. "Good run?"

She shrugged. "It was alright. Kind of wish I had a hot piece of arse to chase after, though..."

As she gave him a swift but light spank, he jumped just slightly. He loved when she did that. "Trust me, you'll have plenty of time with it today," he assured. "Just let me start dinner, first."

He brought the speared fish into the house. They'd filled the place up with other furniture, with two tables, a few dining chairs, and a very large chest of drawers. There was even a wardrobe with baskets made from woven vines that held their dirty clothes.

Jake brought the fish to the table by the wall and started scaling, gutting, fileting and skinning the fish. Then he chopped it up into little chunks, which he tossed into the cauldron. He did the same for the other fish, as well as adding some fruits and vegetables; Tomato, carrot, turnip, celery, onion and garlic. Some herbs, too, as Luna had supplied him with parsley, rosemary and thyme, as well as several that he wasn't using. Lastly, some salt and pepper for flavour, and then some fresh water to act as the medium.

With the stew over the fire, Jake moved back to the bed and lay down. Of course, he'd washed his hands when he went to collect the water, and he'd cleaned the vegetables and fish before cutting anything, so he was clean, and before long, dry.

"All better?" asked Celestia. She'd been sitting at the table while he handled the prepwork for their dinner, carving a small square of wood with a knife. She'd carved out several of these already, with forty-nine of them finished. This one would be number fifty, and then she only had fourteen to go.

"Dinner is on its way," nodded Jake. "We just have to wait. In an hour or so, it'll be ready."

"A bit early to start dinner, don't you think?"

He shook his head. "Reduced to just a simmer, it'll soften up as it cooks slowly. It'll be fine to sit there for a couple of hours."

Celestia took a deep breath. "A couple of hours? How ever shall we pass the time?"

Jake snorted out a small chuckle. "Judging by that smirk on your face, I know that you already have an answer to that question. So, how do you want me? Usual position?"

Celestia shook her head. "Today is a special day. And since you're already making dinner, how about I feed you some lunch?"

Jake propped himself up on his elbows and nodded. "I'd like that."

At his confirmation, Celestia put down her whittling and stood up, moving over to the bed and sitting down. Jake crawled up into her lap as she removed her shirt, letting her tits flop out. Jake immediately grabbed one of her nipples with his lips, sucking on it and flicking the tip with his tongue.

For a few minutes, Celestia just sat there, holding his shoulders up. She wasn't lactating, he'd suck no white substance out of her breasts. Another place, sure, but not her breasts. He was essentially just sucking on flesh. But it made her feel maternal, which was something she didn't have as much of now that her charge was fully capable of handling everything here on the island. He didn't need her anymore, but it was nice to feel like he did for a bit.

She slipped his shorts off and pulled out his dick, which was hardening nicely at her touch. She didn't need to say anything; just smiling down at him told him everything he needed to know. The fact that she was jerking him off with one hand while he was feeding on her breasts was evidence enough that she loved him.

The evidence that he loved her came shortly after, when he shot a load right into her hand. "That's mommy's good boy," she giggled, rubbing the discharge on his arsehole. "Did my little boy enjoy his handjob?"

Jake separated from her and nodded. "He did."

"Mmm... good. Roll over for mommy, we're going to go to the usual position."

Jake crawled further into the bed, kicking off his shorts. He hadn't put on a shirt this morning, or he'd be taking that off, too. As he spread his legs, he lowered his chest to the mattress and gripped at the sheets, letting Celestia see his waiting pucker. "I'm all yours."

Luna watched through the wall-sized mirror as Celestia drove her whole cock onto Jake's arse. He'd become quite good at taking her cock, and had even been able to stomach Luna's when she popped in for a visit on rare occasions. She'd known about this coming for awhile, having reminded Celestia about the date herself. Perhaps it was a bit of a kink for voyeurism at this point, but she loved watching them. She'd often watch while rubbing herself, but today was a special occasion.

She waved the whore over. She'd paid to have one available to her all day while she watched. She was going to tend to Luna's needs. "Do you see what we see?"

The whore nodded. "It's doggystyle."

Luna nodded. "You are going to ride us like a cowgirl. You will try to match their pace. Are we understood?"

The whore swallowed and climbed on. She was going to have a difficult time. While she had more experience than Jake, Jake had grown to be stretchy and accustomed to large insertions. The whore was just a common whore, used to normal-sized dicks. Luna was a queen, with a queen-sized dick to match.

Still, she tried. She wasn't quite as fast as the other two, but she was fast enough to not hear any complaints from Luna. But judging from the amount of moaning coming through the mirror, they weren't having nearly as much fun as Jake and Celestia.

Chapter the First: Lost at Sea

BANG!! CRASH!!

The thunder rang out across the waves as lightning burst from the sea and sky around Jake as he held onto the rigging for dear life. He was regretting coming out here alone, even as he knew there was no one to come with him.

The wind buffeted his sail, listing his ship almost sideways before slamming back down with enough force to throw him to the flooded deck. The impact knocked the wind out of him, but he rushed down into the belly of the boat. Perhaps he'd find it safer below deck.

As he came down the stairs, all of his equipment was either lying on the floor in pieces or sliding around as the boat pitched about, and as he tried to step down, a bucket of chicken liver splashed across his face, and his rented skinning knife landed in his pillow. Suddenly, he was aware of how unsafe it was to be down here, and he'd be better off up in the wind and rain.

It was hard to believe, but just a few short hours ago, the sea was calm. He'd come out here to pretend to know how to fish, and maybe, if he was lucky, he wouldn't have to buy something from the supermarket and pretend that he'd caught it. He wasn't a fisherman, he was the deli operator at a gas station. What he knew how to do was scoop egg salad out of a bucket onto a sandwich, wrap it in butcher paper, and put a sticker on it that said "Made fresh everyday!" He could make a tuna salad sandwich, but he didn't know what a tuna actually looked like without being shredded and pre-cooked.

His hopes were high when he set out that he would manage to catch something. He'd showed up late to the marina and someone had rented out the last dinghy, meaning he was upgraded to a sloop at no charge. The attendant was even nice enough to teach him some of the basics of movement, as well as offering a demonstration of how to gut and clean any fish he caught at a discounted rate.

Fat load of good that did him now. Granted, he didn't fully expect to catch anything, meaning those lessons were probably going to go to waste, anyway, but even if he had caught anything, it'd have gone overboard with the bucket of icewater he'd set up.

Another flash of lightning illuminated the deck, and he was made aware of another mistake. The anchor was still weighed. He'd never dropped it. Sure, he'd lowered the sails so as not to catch any wind, but who knew how long he'd been drifting? He might be further out now than he'd intended, or the currents may have moved him either north or south. There was no way of knowing without going downstairs to check the GPS, and with unsecured knives and hooks flying around with every rouge wave, he wasn't going back down there, and he could forget about having his security deposit returned.

BOOM!!

Another rogue wave smacked into the side of the hull, knocking him into the air. He landed on the railing, and his deck chair landed on his knee. The jolt of pain shot through his leg instantly, and as he pulled it away, he suddenly felt nauseated. Being tossed around had done nothing to his stomach, but as the pain radiating from his knee hit his abdomen, he immediately turned and vomited over the railing.

As if he has puked on the face of Poseidon himself, the sea twisted and roiled, and the ham and cheddar sandwich he'd just voided from his stomach was rushed back over his face. His eyes stung, and he coughed several times, trying desperately to keep his airway clear.

There was no place safe on the deck. No shelter from the storm below. No one to take control of the situation. No practised sailor to rescue him from his own incompetence. He wished; he desperately wanted, that he could go back to when he was a kid, when his dad had taken him fishing at the pier, and this time, pay attention, instead of trying to catch a Pokémon. He wished that he could go back to the boy scouts and learn his knots instead of trading Magic: The Gathering cards. Mostly, he wished that he could go back to yesterday and talk himself into staying home and using his vacation day to sit on his futon and play Battlefield instead of trying to pick up a new skill from scratch.

Another crash sent him over the railing and into the water below. When it had splashed his face, it had felt warm, but perhaps that was from his own stomach, or the contrast against the driving rain. Once fully submerged in the ocean, it was frigid.

For a moment, he was lost. He didn't know what direction would take him to the surface, as it was all dark. Luckily for him, another bolt of lightning illuminated the sky, and he saw his boat. Or rather, a boat. But the likelihood that someone else was stupid enough to end up caught out in the storm like this, and also that he hadn't noticed them, was exceptionally low, so he had to assume that this was his boat rental.

He swam as hard as he could to the surface, taking a big gulp of air as he breached the water. He started paddling as hard as he could toward the boat. He was almost completely exhausted, and was running on almost pure adrenaline right now. If he couldn't reach the deck, he'd drown out here, and while his life wasn't that great, he still wanted to live to see the age of thirty.

Luckily, he managed to just barely reach the grips for boarding the boat, and pulled himself up to the deck. His top priority right now was to weather this storm. If he lived to see tomorrow, he could worry about trying to orient himself then, and try to make his way back home. Or at least, back to the marina so that he could turn in the boat and try to set up a payment plan to save him from paying all of the damages at once.

The stairwell. If he were to sit sideways in the stairwell and press his legs against both walls, he could lower his chances of being thrown from the ship. He would have preferred to be inside, but he and the previous renter had both neglected to secure the cargo, so it was too dangerous in there. If he stayed on deck, there was flying debris and rouge waves that would throw him over the edge again, possibly for good this time. No, he had to sit in the stairwell, and he had to stay awake and pressed against the walls. If he passed out, he could fall overboard when the ship tossed again.

He tried to make it to the stairwell. Really, he did. But trying doesn't always yield successful results. The tiller suddenly shot to the side as he tried to walk past it, sending another powerful shock through his knee. As he bent forward in pain, the boom arm swung around and smacked him in the face, knocking him out cold.

Chapter the Seventeenth: The Decision

Jake sat and watched the fire crackling in front of him. He and Celestia had finished eating almost an hour ago, and the sun was setting. They hadn't said much more, and Jake wasn't about to change that. She'd said she had a lot on her mind, and he was going to let her think. He didn't want to interrupt her and make her start from scratch.

"Do you want to go back?" she finally asked, after enough of the log had burned away that it split in two.

"What?"

Celestia looked up at Jake. "I'm asking if you want to return home."

Jake lowered his head. "I mean, I have my dad, my apartment, my xbox... There's my job, I guess. I don't know a lot about you, but if I were to guess, I think you'd be disappointed if I were to just... not do my job."

"Ah, but even you said it wasn't a great job. Surely someone else can do it?"

"My manager used to do it in addition to her other duties. It's not hard, she's just going to have to work a little bit harder until she can find a replacement, if she hasn't already. I was supposed to be back two days ago. If I showed up now, I'd probably just be fired. I guess I don't have a job anymore."

"And spending a few weeks to build a boat that can take you back isn't going to make those days disappear."

Jake shook his head. "It's likely that I'd already be replaced when I arrived. Then there's the debt. I owe eight hundred dollars to my coworkers. Twenty each for not catching a fish, plus seven hundred for the boat rental loan. Oh, gods, the boat, too... How the Hells am I ever going to pay that off?"

"I'm certainly not going to build you anything that big," smirked Celestia. "So, it sounds like things aren't going to go well for you if you cross the barrier."

Jake looked up. "Oh, right, the barrier. That hurt a lot, too."

Celestia gave an unimpressed look.

"Right, sorry."

Celestia placed her hands on her knees. "Of course, I'd like to go to your world. But as we demonstrated today, I still can't leave the island. I'm stuck here."

"Well, here's not such a bad place to be stuck," offered Jake. "I mean, it's a pretty big island. There's food, shelter, you somehow managed to find fresh water... It could be worse."

"You like this place?"

He shrugged. "I mean, if I were to pick between living here and being stuck in a stone room the size of your bed that I can never leave, being sold for a cigarette to perform sexual favours for someone I've never met because my owner decided that I should, I'd rather be here."

Celestia nodded. "Would you rather be here, or back home?"

Now that was a question. If she'd asked him this morning, he'd have said he wanted to go home, but now that he was thinking on what was waiting for him back home, and how he'd rather be here than in a prison cell, he wasn't sure.

"You don't have to answer right away," she said, standing up and walking toward the hut. "I took several hours to think it over. It's only fair I give you the same luxury. Take all the time you need. And put the fire out before you come to bed."

It honestly wasn't a lot to think about. He loved his dad, sure, and it would suck to not ever play another match in Battlefield, but if he was being honest, he didn't really have a great life. If ever there was a time that he was going to change who he was, this was that time. Plus, if he changed his mind later and sailed back home after having been here for several years, he could come up with an impressive story to tell. Some of it would even be true. He went out on a rented boat, a storm broke it and stranded him on an island, and he lived there for a fairly long time before figuring out how to come back. It would be like that Tom Hanks movie that he couldn't remember the name of.

Only problem was, he would be unable to return to this place if ever he left. At least, he was pretty sure that he'd never be able to return. He'd not been able to track his pathway to the island, and he'd be unable to track his path back without a GPS. He'd just be going as east as he possibly could, hoping that he'd find the west coast again. And that's assuming that he could manage to keep going the right direction. Even with her help, there wasn't even a guarantee that he would make it back. Another storm, and he could just die out on the waves.

It was many reasons for which he made his decision. It was the damage already done to him by the system he'd put his faith in. It was the damage it was going to do when he showed up again at the end of the day. It was the cowardice that he would die or mortally injure himself out there. But more than anything else, it was the thought that Celestia had been alone here for so long that made up his mind. This was her prison cell. He couldn't set her free, but maybe if he stayed here with her, this place would feel a bit less like a prison.

He poured some water over the fire. Not freshwater, but seawater. There was plenty of that to go around. He'd been out here for what felt like an hour, but there was still a light in Celestia's hut. He walked in to find her horn still glowing as she set out some things on the table, likely for tomorrow.

"Calling it a night?" she asked, barely looking up as he entered.

"I've made up my mind," he answered. "If I go back now, nothing changes. I'll have had the pleasure of meeting you, but everything in my old life will either be the same or worse. If I go back later, I'll have a stronger foothold on trying to rebuild my life. And if I just stay here... I'm pretty sure you won't dispose of me if I can be useful."

"That I will not," nodded Celestia.

"So, I guess, for awhile, anyway, I should stay. I should work on improving myself. I think that's a good idea."

"Okay." Celestia lay down on the bed and opened her arms. "Climb on in, then."

Chapter the Thirty-Fourth: Framework

Jake fantasised about how much easier this morning would be if he had a box of nails. If he did, then he could just drive them into the wood and secure the two pieces together. That wasn't an option this time. He had to auger out the holes and then dowel in sticks that were made sticky with sap. Then move on to the next one.

By this point, he was glad that Celestia had made him split the planks, because having a flat surface, or at least, mostly flat, made it easier to stand everything on end. That, and a bit of hard work, made for an easier time than trying to hold everything up on a live edge.

Celestia was out collecting more trees. She'd said that the ones she'd cut yesterday were for framing, and today, she was going to make the façade. Jake wasn't sure what she meant by that, but he wasn't going to question it. He also wasn't going to question why she wanted him to only make four of the eight walls, and why they were walls that didn't connect to each other. He thought that corners would strengthen the structure, but he was told no, that the intersections needed extra planning, and who was he to argue with somepony who knew better?

He was improving, though. He was exhausted by the afternoon, but not nearly as exhausted as he would have been when he'd just started. He was able to make it to the afternoon, and while his arms and shoulders were sore, they weren't as sore as when he was putting down the floor. He knew he would acclimate to it if given enough time, and having been working on it, as well as all of the extra walking he was doing, was starting to pay off. Maybe a better diet, too, barring last night's cheeseburgers, but at least he'd had a vegetable with it.

His inability to tell the difference between a fruit and a vegetable aside, he made good progress, finishing the four walls he was assigned today. He even tried to stand one up, but he accidentally dropped it off the edge. That was just as Celestia was coming back for the day.

"That usually takes two," she said, dropping two tree trunks in their working area. "Here, let me help you."

She helped him pull the wall back on top of the floor and held it down while he secured it with more dowels. As promised, she even helped with the other three before going to collect the rest of the trunks while Jake split one.

"Those cheeseburgers were really good," she breathed as she came back for the last time. "You sure those aren't actually plants?"

"They're made of meat," Jake answered. "And cheese, which I'm told comes from milk. Somehow."

"Somehow?"

He shrugged. "I don't know how to make cheese."

"But you know how to make meat?"

He shrugged again. "It's animal parts. Like fish."

Celestia nodded. "Fish is a staple, here."

Jake lowered his head. "So, um... I've told you that I came out here on a fishing trip, right?"

"But you don't know how to fish," she confirmed. "I remember."

He was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Can you teach me?"

Celestia raised her eyebrow. "You want to learn how to fish?"

He nodded. "I only know in theory. I've never actually caught anything."

She thought about it for a moment. "Tell me, what do you know of fishing?"

"Well, you need a rod with a string on the end, and on the other end of that string is a hook. You lower the hook into the water, and wait for a fish to bite it. Then you pull it up."

Celestia shook her head. "You are missing so many pieces of information, there. That's the most basic understanding of fishing I've ever heard. No wonder you never caught anything; you never baited your hook!"

Jake's face turned red with embarrassment. He knew about bait; he'd had some on the boat. He'd even had a conversation about buying worms, and had been told that he'd have better luck with chicken liver. He wasn't sure about that, but he'd bought some, anyway. It was in the grocery section, oddly enough. Who was eating chicken liver?

"You're also discounting the role of the reel, the bobber, the sinker, the different varieties of hooks, flies, lures, the net, and my personal favourite method, the fishing spear."

Jake nodded. "I don't know what any of that is for."

Celestia nodded. "I'm going to show you some fishing spears."

She walked into her hut and came back with a handful of spears. They looked to be fairly deadly if mishandled, and he didn't want to risk that. "Which one's the safest?"

Celestia dumped the spears on the floor and held up a crude-looking stick with four points, each about three centimetres apart in a square. "You stand about knee deep in the water, with the tip just below the surface, then stab straight down onto the fish. This requires that the fish swim up to your legs, so it's not all that effective. The one I use," she used her magic to summon it from where the raft was sitting, "Is far superior. Hold it?"

Jake took the spear. It felt very heavy and was made of some kind of metal. It had a gnarly tip at the end that barbed backwards to make sure that whatever was caught would have to be cut in half to remove, which explained why she would fillet the fish right there on the spear rather than removing them first. At the other end, there was some kind of band, like elastic or rubber.

"It weighs about the same as water, and as a result, is neither going to float nor sink very much," she explained. "It would more likely float, though. Would you be so kind as to grab an aubergine and place it on top of that stack of lumber?"

Jake did as he was told, placing an eggplant on top of the pile of half-planks he'd been pulling from all day. When he was clear, Celestia placed the band in the crease between her thumb and index finger, then started sliding that same hand along the shaft of the spear until it was sitting just below the head.

"This spear is now incredibly dangerous. As long as I keep a tight grip on it, everything is fine, but I have to be careful where I aim it right now." She aligned the shaft with the eggplant. "Because if I were to let go, or my hand were to slip, or if something should shock me, or anything else caused me to loosen my grip..."

She let go, and the elastic snapped closed, pulling her hand and the butt of the spear closer together in a straight line. As it slid through her hand, the spear flew forward faster than Jake's eyes could track, and before he knew it, the eggplant had been skewered onto the spear, which was still locked to Celestia's hand by the elastic band, which she reeled in.

"...It's as dangerous as a loaded crossbow."

Chapter the Forty-Seventh: Servant to the Crown

Unbeknownst to Jake, because he hadn't gone snooping through her stuff since they started shacking up together, Celestia still had her tiara. What use was it here on the island, after all? It was meant to show her position of power and authority. If there were no Equestrian citizens, what authority could she wield?

With the crown on her head, she settled slowly into the chair. Jake had built the bed, sure, and that was stable, but this chair was not of her design. Just looking at it, she could tell that it was made by an amateur craftsman, and some of the components looked a little rushed. Still, it was sturdy, with all four legs the same length. It wasn't wobbly at all, and while there was a little bit of creaking, it held her weight quite well.

"Not bad," she nodded. "Not bad at all. In fact, the opposite of bad. Are you sure you've never built furniture before?"

"I'm sure," answered Jake. "Before I came here, I'd never put any of this together. Even my Ikea furniture was put together by my dad."

"I don't know what that means."

Jake waved his hand. "It just means furniture that's already precut and premeasured and you just have to put the pieces together. It wasn't actually branded as Ikea, it's just the name of the brand most well-known for doing that."

"Well-known for making easy-to-assemble furniture..."

"And meatballs."

Celestia pursed her lips. "That seems a weird thing for a furniture store to sell. Like a store that sells quills and sofas, and nothing else."

"So, how does it feel? Comfortable?"

Celestia wiggled in her throne. The wood was a little creaky, but still held its form. "Well, I think we should put a cushion on it, but otherwise, it's fine. Good arm support. How'd you set that to the right height?"

He shrugged. "I just used my own arm. I figured that, if the length was wrong, you could just move your elbows forward and backward until you found a good spot."

"Nice and even, too. You really outdid yourself on this, Jake."

He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, grinning and blushing at the praise. "Well, I was doing it for you. I thought it would be nice."

"How right you were. I feel like a princess again."

"Not a queen?"

Celestia shook her head. "While I had the duties of a queen, I never accepted the title."

Jake shook his head. "A job without a title is just work." He kneeled down before her. "By the power vested in me, by no one in particular, I declare you to be the queen of this island, and the surrounding waters up to a kilometre away."

Celestia smirked. "Am I a queen now?"

"You're my queen."

She chuckled. "Ah, but what is a queen without her army? I will need a royal knight... Hmmm... You." She pointed at Jake. "You are my new royal knight."

Jake bowed his head. "My queen, I have no training in combat. I doubt my ability to protect you."

Celestia nodded. "Very well, then. It shall be a fight to the death. You versus anyone else on the island. Loser dies, winner claims the honour of being my royal knight. Who shall be his opponent?"

No one stepped forward. There was no one else there.

"As queen, I hereby declare Jake the Human as the winner by default, and my royal knight. May he serve and protect me always."

Jake raised his head. He had promised to do something similar already, though he would have rather referred to it as "ensuring her health and safety," rather than "protecting." He could keep her from making bad decisions for her health, and he'd help her recover from sickness, but if she was being attacked, what could he possibly do to stop it?

"How may I service you, my queen?"

"It's serve, not service, but if that is your intent, I wouldn't mind having you warm my cock for me."

She'd meant it as a joke. He'd already done so much for her that she was at this moment prepared to service him. She'd suck him off or even let him fuck and cum inside of her arsehole. And yet, at the mere suggestion, he had pulled aside her panties and was now sniffing her balls and licking at her scrotum. It almost felt exactly like it had all those years ago, when Twilight would do this for her. Except Jake was better at it than Twilight had been. Of course, after several years, Twilight may have grown her skill. The only way to know would be to check on her.

Suddenly, Jake went deep, all at once, like he was trying to ram the whole thing down his throat. The sensation was wonderful and had onset fast, forcing a loud, yelping moan from Celestia, who was not at all prepared from him to swallow her so completely. In all honesty, it went deeper even than Jake was expecting, causing him to choke and gag, but he managed to resist the urge to bite down or yank himself away. Instead, he started rubbing the parts he couldn't fit in his mouth; the wider half of her shaft and her balls. He could only just move his tongue, wriggling it softly against the underside of her urethra, but that was enough to make her firm up and swell to the point that he started choking.

As soon as Celestia realised what was happening, she grabbed him by the shoulders, flipped him upside-down, and lifted him up off of her dick, even pulling the tip free with an audible pop, the only time she'd felt his teeth the entire time he'd been down there.

As he coughed and caught his breath, Celestia noted that the chair was still holding up pretty well, even under both of their weight combined. It wasn't even creaking anymore, meaning it had settled into its more stable state. It was a very good chair, but now, it was time to stand up.

Celestia carried Jake upside down to the bed and shifted the mattress, lying him down on his back with his head pointed to her. "Shall we see just how deep you can take me under the most ideal circumstances?"

Jake swallowed, staring down the barrel of her cock. This was going to be rough. But he was her knight, and he would serve her as best he could. He nodded. "Let's do this."