Confined With a Goddess

For the first time since they'd moved in, they were sleeping separately. That is, not counting this morning when Jake hurled himself to the ground and curled up in the dirt. He was in her bed, and she was outside.

They were both hurt, but not the same way. Jake had been taken advantage of, and for that, he blamed Luna. Aside from the plants, which were meant to feed him, and the coffee, everything she'd sent was to encourage Celestia to force herself on him. And she had. In fact, Celestia remembered it being his idea to be complicit in this.

Celestia fared no better. She'd betrayed Jake's trust. Not just in small ways like she was taking advantage of his naivete for the sake of a joke, either. She hadn't really lied the whole time he'd been out here. Nothing more than a joke, at most. The worst thing she'd done to him was to request a handjob, but he'd accepted. Sure, he didn't like it, but he'd agreed to it, anyway.

And then she'd had too much to drink.

She cursed herself for having this weakness. A weakness for the sweet nectar from the bottle, and a weakness for Jake's supple body. She hadn't meant to hurt him. Not really. A slap on the arse, sure. She'd even let him fret over nothing. But a little bit of rubbing was all she was going to force on him. If he despised it, she would stop there, but last night, she'd been inside of him twice, at least. He wasn't ready for that.

She rolled onto her side. It was kind of chilly that night, and she'd grown to appreciate his warmth. His body pressed against hers had been a tremendous comfort to her. And now... Now she'd ruined it.

Jake was feeling the chill, too, to a lesser degree. He was at least out of the wind, but he'd felt very safe with Celestia's arms wrapped around him. She was the strongest force on the island, and if anything were to happen, she'd protect him. He almost didn't mind being a glorified sex toy if it meant being under her protection. Several times, she could have killed him, could have forced him to do things, could have given him no choice. She had a clothesline made from grass twisted into a rope. She could tie him up and use him whenever, and all she had to do was keep him alive if she wanted him to be warm. She could have killed him, imprisoned him, or abandoned him at any point, and yet she hadn't. That had to mean something, right?

She remembered that he was good at sucking dick. That sounded very deliberate. As if he was the one initiating that action. She even said that it was his idea. Maybe it was. He'd wanted to grow more accustomed to her having a dick. Knowing that it had been inside of him already, twice at least, made his handjobs seem wholly unimportant. He could probably massage her dick and balls and think it's no big deal now, because at least it wasn't inside of him.

He curled up tighter. He knew Celestia was drunk, too. She'd started drinking before he did. And she'd apologised to him after she'd sobered up. He couldn't find it in him to stay mad at her. Maybe he'd be a little upset for a few days, but he would forgive her. And maybe he'd try to suck her off again. Perhaps he'd even enjoy it. He was told he was good at it, after all...

With a sigh, he picked himself up and went outside. "Celestia?" he whispered, placing his hands on the floor. "Are you awake?"

She was, but she remained still and silent. She didn't know that he wanted to forgive her. More importantly, she didn't know whether or not she wanted to forgive herself. It was possible that they'd done worse than they remembered, and right now, she didn't want to think about it.

"I suppose that's just as well," sighed Jake. "I'm not even sure what I'd say." He pulled himself up onto the floor and sat down with his legs dangling over the edge. "I probably should have figured that out before I came out here. I'm always doing that; acting without thinking."

Celestia remained silent. He actually did think of some things. She'd seen the wooden fixtures for the garden. He'd been afraid that the magic would remove them, so he put down barriers. He'd done it wrong, but that was okay. She could fix it.

"I'm sorry this happened. I know it's not entirely your fault. I have to take some of the blame. I'm not about to claim that I'm actually innocent in this whole thing, because I'm not. Not entirely, of course..." He sighed. "I guess if I had to say one thing, it's that I'm open to the thought that I might forgive you. I don't know yet, but I hope I can. I mean, we're building a house together, and even if we don't both live in it, we're going to end up being neighbors. Surely, then, it would be best if we didn't have this hanging over us."

Celestia agreed. Granted, if he wanted to change his mind and build a boat, she'd help him, but he had decided to stay, and that meant that they had to share their space. At least, they had to share the island, and he was useless on his own.

"I need you. I know you don't need me, but I need you, and I can't go on if I'm on my own. Anyway, I don't know if you're hearing any of this through your dream, but... I'll give it some more thought. I'll talk to you more when you wake up."

As soon as he was gone, tears began to form in Celestia's eyes. She barely deserved her own forgiveness for what she'd done, she thought. She'd been teetering on the edge for a bit, and now had decided that she needed to forgive herself. But she was far from being able to accept his.

She rolled onto her back. He was right about one thing. They were going to be together for a long time. She had to make things right, or spend eternity with someone that hated her. That meant protecting him from Luna, and as much as she was loathe to admit it, protecting him from herself. Because he was wrong about something else. She did need him.