Confined With a Goddess

Jake trudged through the brush, looking for any plants that might have pockets. He found a few tightly-clustered groups of leaves that had some water for him, but nothing significant. He knew it was dangerous to go further into the island without knowing what was there. For all he knew, there were wild boars, venomous snakes, giant undiscovered crabs or even a crashed plane full of the most horrifying disease cultures known to man.

He wasn't very worried about becoming lost, however. If he could walk around the entire island in four hours on an injured leg, then this place wasn't really all that large. If he ever found himself disoriented, he could just pick a direction and follow it to find the beach, then follow that beach back to the boat. It was a concern for five minutes, but given any thought on the subject, he didn't have to worry about orienteering nearly as much as being bitten by something venomous.

The thought of being bitten made him shiver as a chill ran down his spine. He knew that if he were to keep exploring, that his chances of running into something that could kill him without a second thought went up exponentially. Then again, sitting on the beach doing nothing would increase his chance of dying of dehydration just as fast. Granted, there were ferns he could fashion into some kind of rain catcher, but who knew when it would rain next? He couldn't depend on the weather to keep him alive. After all, a storm had just tried to kill him.

Suddenly, he heard a splash. A big one. Something had just hit the water. But then there was nothing. If it had been a wave crashing down, there should be more waves.

Another splash, followed by some dripping. Something was in the water. And that meant there was water nearby. In the middle of the island. Possibly, fresh water.

He followed the sound until he came upon a small outcropping of rocks. There was a cavity underneath it, like a small, shallow cave, and a deep blue pool beneath it. A tiny trickle of water spilled out of the rocks above, sliding almost soundlessly into the water below. This had to be the freshwater.

Seeing something move in the water, he dove down into one of the bushes, peering through the leaves. Something alive was on the island with him, and he wanted to see whatever it was before whatever it was saw him. If it turned out to be a prey animal, he could hunt and eat it. If it was social, he could befriend it, and if it was predatory, he could... Well, in all likelihood, become its dinner. But no matter what the case, he had to see what it was, first.

He didn't have to wait long. A few seconds after he dove into the leaves, the creature surfaced. It wasn't like anything he'd ever seen before. It was definitely some kind of humanoid from the waist up, which was all he could see right now. From the water, he spotted a muscular abdomen, leading to a fully upright posture. From the shoulders, two lithe, yet well-toned arms extended to elbows, and then further to hands, with fingers and apposable thumbs. Not claws, not hooves, not tentacles, but actual hands, like a human or a chimpanzee.

But it was neither of those. Above its alabaster torso and neck, the head was decidedly not human. The creature had a snout, like that of a dog. It kind of vaguely resembled a horse in shape, but horse snouts were definitely too big to be able to have forward-facing eyes and also be able to see around its nose. It also had a horn growing out of its forehead. Most animals that had horns had two, but this thing only had one, and it came forward and up. Or perhaps she did have two, but the second was in another spot, covered by her rainbow mane, which would be giant, were it not soaking wet right now.

But none of that was what drew Jake's attention. Like it or not, he was a male, and to be more succinct, he was a twenty-year-old male whose needs had only ever been satisfied by his own hand. He'd never had a girlfriend. So when he saw her downright monstrous tits bouncing on her chest, glinting from above as the sun hit them and shimmering from below as the ripples in the pool refracted the sunlight off the surface and lit her shadow, he couldn't help but feel his cargo shorts grow just a little bit tighter.

He watched intently, almost paralysed by her appearance, as she pulled some water up from the pool below in her cupped hands to wash the underside of her breasts. She paused for a moment, looking around at the bushes, and his heart almost stopped when her gaze fell on him. In that instant, he didn't know if he should close the branch so as not to be spotted, or if the movement of pulling the branch in front of him would draw her attention. What he decided on was to not move at all, because if she saw the branch move and came to investigate, she'd be right in front of him when he pulled back the branch to check again. At least this way, he could see her coming if she spotted him.

Thankfully, her gaze moved on, and she continued to wash herself, her breasts bouncing and swaying with every movement, until she was clean.

She turned away from him to climb out of the pool, and the second thing he noticed was her wings, just as white as the rest of her body. The first thing he noticed was the wide hips and sumptuous arsecheeks. He couldn't see between them for her tail, just as big and colourful as her mane, but as she reached behind a rock, he could see her grab a pair of pink panties and slip them up her thighs before wrapping a grass skirt around her waist. As she did, he saw a part of her body that wasn't white. On her hip, there was a tattoo of a sun in orange and yellow.

As she walked away, he let out a breath that he didn't know he'd been holding. He wasn't alone on the island. That meant a lot of things, and right now, three things were made abundantly clear. First, there was fresh water. She couldn't live without it. Second, there was food for the same reason. Third, he was very, very horny.