Confined With a Goddess

"Close. You were close that time."

Celestia sat next to the fire, gently rubbing her tits as she watched Jake practice. She had given him her favoured spear, letting him practice on the eggplants. He'd nicked a few, and the last one, he'd barely skewered, with just the skin holding the spear in place. A good shake released it.

"You have to keep your wrist steady."

"I'm trying," panted Jake. "It's not as easy as you make it look, and it's hurting my wrist with every shot."

Celestia nodded. "Try aiming while underwater, swimming around and holding your breath, with targets that move faster even than the darting eggplant."

Jake put the spear down. "I don't think I'm ever going to be that good..."

Celestia pointed to the walls. "You never thought you'd successfully frame a house, either, and yet you built that."

Jake looked up at the house. It had been even more work today than yesterday, not just building the frames, but securing them to the floor, and then to each other. There were four frames to put in; two windows, a door, and a chimney. The windows themselves were the only thing actually finished, just large square holes in the framework. The door was just a frame, and the chimney was just a hole in the framework. There wasn't going to be any glass panes in the windows, nor wire mesh. Celestia was going to teach him how to make strong blinds to be able to close the windows on chilly nights when they wanted the heat from the fireplace to stay in. They wouldn't be useful in the slightest until the wall plates went on, because what good is there in closing the windows when the walls weren't up yet?

As Jake went to put the spear down, Celestia stood up and placed an onion on the target platform. She directed Jake to stand in the same spot he had been, and tensioned the spear in his hand. "Now, I'm going to hold your wrist steady. You just aim and fire, and I'll handle the recoil."

Jake nodded. He took aim, and then a breath. Before he could release, however, Celestia adjusted his stance, tightening it so that his arm was better braced against his shoulder, his shoulder against his spine, his spine against his hip, his hip into his leg, and his leg down into the dirt. Every newton of force from the release of the spear would now go right into the ground, instead of blowing him backward. Even though he'd only grazed the eggplant at this distance, he managed to skewer the much smaller onion on the first try.

"I did it!" he excitedly exclaimed, bringing it back. "I hit it right through the center!"

Celestia nodded. She'd originally told him not to brace, as there was nothing to brace against underwater, and he needed to learn to account for recoil, but he needed some amount of confidence, first. If he could figure out the easy stuff, she could move him up to the harder stuff, but if he gave up before that, all of the training would go to waste.

"That's enough for tonight, but I want you to keep practising," she smiled, returning to her seat. "You'll make a fine fisherman one day."

"Thanks," smiled Jake. "Do you know how to use a rod, though?"

Celestia nodded. "I don't know if I can conjure one, though."

Jake nodded solemnly. "It'd be nice to just sit on a raft with the line in the water, just waiting for a bite. I mean, yeah, the spear is probably more effective, but if that's all you have to do in a day, just catch something to eat, it'd be nice, you know?"

Celestia raised her eyebrow. "Last time you went out, you were so terrified that, even when we turned back, you didn't want me dipping into the water. You were squeezing me so tight that I had to pry your arms off."

Jake shrank down a bit, but then took a deep breath and puffed out his chest. "I'm different now from what I was then. You've made me different, and now I'm starting to be better." He gestured to the house. "Look at this thing. If you'd told me a month ago that it'd be building a small house, I'd have thought you meant a little plastic dog shed because you were going to saddle me with an animal that I wouldn't feel comfortable having sleep at the foot of my bed. I'd have never guessed that I could do this, especially not so fast as we have been. It's astounding!"

"It's certainly something," smirked Celestia. "I had mine finished by tomorrow, but it's a lot smaller. It's definitely good to have a second pair of hands helping out."

Jake beamed. He was proud of himself. It was a rare feeling, but one he definitely enjoyed. If he'd had her build a boat to sail away, he'd have missed this feeling.

Thinking of the boat, he remembered back to when he was sure he'd made the wrong decision. He'd made the wrong decision because he was a burden on her when she'd been so kind to him. She was still being nice, and he was still being a burden, but now, he was going to learn to take care of her. Now he was able to stomach the work, and even more important, he wasn't afraid of her anymore, because the second worst thing that she could do to him, she'd already done. He just had to make sure the worst thing didn't happen, and she didn't kill him. But she probably wouldn't.

As they put out the fire and started inside, Jake's confidence flared up again. It wasn't a big flare, and it could be snuffed out pretty easily, but he was feeling brave. "Can I be the big spoon tonight?"

Celestia stopped and looked back. "Excuse me?"

Jake cleared his throat. "I want to be the big spoon. May I?"

Celestia, after pretending to carefully consider it, nodded. "I think you've earned that."

With a grin, Jake climbed into bed and opened his arms for her. She climbed in as requested, and Jake instantly regretted his decision. She was bigger than he thought, and he had some trouble wrapping his arms around her waist. He was going to place his hands on her breasts and hold her like that through the night, but he could barely reach his wrists around her navel. He couldn't even rest his dick between her cheeks. The crevice between them was too high, and he was too short. But he'd made his bed, and now he had to lie in it.