Confined With a Goddess

Jake followed behind her at a distance as she went. Every so often, she would start to turn around, and he would have to hide in the bushes. He wasn't sure how she didn't see him some of those times, but somehow, she didn't, and she just kept walking.

He wasn't sure quite how dangerous she was to him, merely that she was almost human, or at most, some offshoot of human. If she knew he was there, would she try to study him, as he was doing to her? Would she capture him for her own entertainment? Was she human enough that, when she ate him, would it be considered cannibalism? All of these questions and more buzzed about Jake's mind as he watched her carefully.

Before too long, she moved into a small clearing in the thicket, surrounded by a more dense copse with a clear path running back through the trees in a curve so as to deter the wind. In the clearing, a very large, impressive-looking hut stood, a tiny plume of white smoke rising from a chimney and dissipating rather seamlessly into the air. He'd not seen it from the beach, which was especially odd, considering he could hear the waves crashing against the sand not far away. He could also smell some kind of fish cooking, with some herbs he didn't recognise. He felt, and heard, his stomach growl.

Immediately, the maiden he'd been following turned around and looked right at him, then scanned around his area. He was hidden behind a shrub, so she definitely didn't see him, or so he thought, but she'd very clearly heard him.

Her paranoia didn't last but a minute, and after taking a deep breath, she turned back to the hut and continued walking, opening and closing the door.

Jake cursed himself for making such noise. Of course she could hear him; she had bigger ears than he did. They sat on top of her head and swivelled as she pleased. He had to be quieter, and far more careful.

He approached the house, not from the side where the door was, in case she came out again. If she were to open the door and spot him, she'd certainly be angry, and if she wasn't violent before, she would be, now.

He did his best to breathe through his mouth. If he didn't smell the fish, he might not react to it. He moved up alongside the hut, and immediately, he realised how big it was. He'd been watching her from a distance, and as soon as he came close to have a reference to her size, he suddenly felt small and insignificant. He was a solid, sturdy hundred and eighty centimetres tall, and given her relative size to the door and the hut, he'd wager she was a good two hundred and sixty, at least. She was huge.

"Wow. What a day it's been..."

English. She spoke English. He could hear and understand her. If she spoke the language, it was likely that she understood it, too. He could explain the whole situation to her, and because they spoke the same language, she'd understand him. And he could ask her for help, and she'd know what he'd asked of her.

"Let's see... The fish smells really good tonight. I bet it'll taste really nice, too."

Jake listened close as the scraping of a knife and fork showed that she had a knife, and more importantly, kept it sharp. Perhaps now would be a horrible time to ask her. He always hated receiving calls during dinner, and she seemed close enough to human to have a similar reaction if asked to do something in the middle of a meal.

"Mmm... That's some tasty fish," she continued. "Cooked perfectly, seasoned beautifully, and right off the skin. No bones, even. And of course, I can't forget the roast potatoes. Delicious."

Jake clasped his hands tightly over his abdomen as his stomach growled again. The very last thing he'd eaten was the sandwich he'd vomited into the ocean the night prior. He needed something in his stomach, and fast.

"Is somepony out there?!" she shouted, followed by some movement against the floor.

Hearing her footsteps, Jake took off as fast as he could, diving into the bushes. The maiden rushed out, a knife in her left hand and a spear in her right. Jake curled up as tightly as he could behind the leaves as she closed the gap between them in just a few strides, and trembled as she stood above him, close enough that he could count her toes mere centimetres from his face. He looked up at her towering body, her massive tits and her eyes scanning the horizon. She was not in a talking mood. She could, and would not hesitate to, kill him with just a flick of her wrist. He'd never been more terrified than he was right now.

Nor as turned on, oddly. It was as if his genitals were telling him that this was his very last chance to procreate, to have kids and leave a lasting legacy. Something more substantial than sporting a hair net and rubber gloves to put pre-sliced ham and mild cheddar between two slices of bread.

"Must have been nothing," she sighed, turning back to the hut. "Oh, well. I suppose, in all of the excitement, I've lost some of my appetite. I'll just put away the rest of that fish in the larder next to the door."

Jake stayed where he was for a few minutes, until the hut went dark. Only then did he try to move, crawling through the brush until he came to the beach, where he was finally comfortable enough to break down a bit.

That was horrifying. He could feel his heart pounding, still, and his stomach was still growling. He did what he could to pick himself up and return to the wreck of his rental, where he curled up with one of the rations on the bed. It was bland, it was tasteless, even more than the crap he made at the gas station deli counter. But it was better than dying.

He didn't sleep easy that night. He was on an island where the only humanoid he'd encountered was bigger, stronger, more capable, probably smarter, and braver than he was, and she could, and was not afraid to, kill him.