Confined With a Goddess

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."