Confined With a Goddess

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.