Confined With a Goddess

Jake woke up again. He remembered everything that had happened this morning, but not the night before.

Well, actually, that was inaccurate. He remembered some things. He recalled Celestia pulling out a bottle of something he'd never had before; she called it Abyssinian Absinthe. He could have sworn he'd heard those words before, but he couldn't place them. He recalled seeing her drink from the bottle, and she seemed to enjoy it. Then he drank from the bottle. He didn't recall the taste. After that, it was just flashes. He was rubbing her dick, letting her finger his butt and sucking on her tits. He wished he could recall that taste. Unfortunately, the only thing he could taste was his own vomit.

He was under the floor now, and the cold, slightly damp earth felt really good. He was sore. Very sore. He had, this morning, fallen from the floor to the ground, "to his death." He'd then crawled over to his grave and burrowed down into the hole. He was fleeing from the roar of some monster that hat ripped out his intestines with a loud pop.

He reached back and grabbed his butt. It was still covered in a sticky liquid, so he pulled that forward in front of his face to inspect it. He opened his eyes; it was still very bright, but he could manage. He was expecting red, or at least brown, but no. The liquid oozing out of his arse was white.

He heard the "roar" again, up above him. It was much quieter now, and it wasn't some great beast. Celestia was snoring, and his sensitivity to sound was way up. Light, too, judging by how blindingly bright it was.

"Test, one, two..."

He sounded like himself. His ears were still very sensitive, but less than they were the first time. It hurt to hear, but he could probably suffer through a conversation.

He crawled out from under the floor. Judging by the angle of the sun, it was probably afternoon. Already this late in the day, it was unlikely that he'd be able to do any work. Celestia was still asleep, sprawled out on the floor with her cock standing tall and proud above her. Three green bottles were lying nearby, and that told Jake that she'd had more than one drink.

That's when he put it together. Whatever Abyssinian Absinthe was, it was an alcoholic beverage. That would explain why he'd blacked out, his sensitivity to light and sound, his inability to recall the night prior and his stupor though the morning. He was drunk. He was drunk and hungover; he remembered now.

He went to go grab some water, but right next to the tank was a large decanter that had something written on it. He looked a bit closer, and it said "coffee." There was even a pair of cups, individually wrapped in paper hotel-style, sitting next to it, with his and Celestia's names on them.

He unwrapped his cup and poured himself a serving. It was still hot. It smelled wonderful, reminding him of the best aspect to waking up early. Whenever he had to be up early, he would grab a cup of coffee. It wasn't the caffeine that helped him, but the burning sensation on his lips that woke him up, and the rich, earthy taste that brought him comfort.

He took a sip. It wasn't as hot as he originally thought, it was just very warm. The perfect temperature: sixty degrees. That was wonderful. So wonderful, in fact, that he chugged it all right down, as well as two more before finally settling into the fourth, which he would sip.

"Well..." He looked around. There was little he could do today. He was still very sore, and covered in dirt. He needed a bath. A long, cold bath. And so did Celestia. He would compare her dick to a flagpole, and that was no accident. One of the palm fronds had been picked up in a small gust, and her cock was so sticky that it hadn't fallen off. She was covered in something.

As he felt a bit more fluid drip down his leg, he looked at it again. White. Suddenly, it clicked into place.

He'd felt a tremendous pressure inside of him, pressing outward. He'd felt a mass moving out of him as he pulled away that he thought had been his intestines. The mass had separated from him. It had left a white fluid inside of him that was sticky and was leaking out of his butt.

Celestia had tricked him into drinking three bottles of absinthe, and when he passed out, she'd fucked his arse and came inside. Then she'd... made coffee?

Okay, so he wasn't completely sure, but her cock had gone up his arse and she'd enjoyed the inside of his guts without his consent. It wasn't a guarantee, but it just made sense. And he was drinking coffee, now, so his mind was clearing up.

He needed time to think. Grabbing a change of clothes, he took his coffee down to the pool and lowered himself into the cold water.

When he returned, Celestia had pulled herself over to the coffee decanter. She raised her cup to him as he came in. "Awake long?"

Jake shook his head. "About an hour, at most."

Celestia nodded. "I might take you up on that offer."

Jake looked down. He was wearing the "Until It Snaps" shirt. "I thought you might be spent after last night."

"You remember?"

Jake shrugged. "Some of it."

"Well, you're doing better than I am. Everything goes dark after that first swig."

She didn't remember anything. At least, she said she didn't remember anything. For a brief moment, it occurred to Jake that he could trick her into agreeing to something, saying she'd promised it to him. Then again, he couldn't think of anything off the top of his head. Plus, if she ever found out the truth, he'd have to pay it back, plus more, for lying about it. He was only just staring to find his value. If that was reduced to a negative value, where would he be then?

"Wait... I remember one thing..."

Jake looked up. Whatever it was, it must have been important, if it was all she could remember.

"I remember you being really good at sucking my cock."