Confined With a Goddess

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.