Confined With a Goddess

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."