Confined With a Goddess

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.