Confined With a Goddess

The rain had lightened up by the morning, but it hadn't stopped. Jake was considering just staying in all day, and Celestia was right there with him in spirit, but at the same time, they were still a bit oily from the night prior, and the rain wasn't particularly heavy. It was just a drizzle. While it would be a pain to auger out the holes today, as the rain would cause the wood to puff up at best and fill up at worst, wash away the sap, and cause the dowels the swell up and not fit in the holes, the mild chill was the only thing preventing them from going for a walk.

They set out along the beach and let the rain soak in. It was kind of nice, letting the chill in. Plus, the cold made their dicks shrink and nipples hard, so Jake had the best view of Celestia's body in this weather. He was starting to grow used to her having a dick, though. She didn't look quite right without one anymore.

Perhaps it was a bit too cold, though, as about a quarter of the way around the island, Jake could no longer resist the urge to shiver. Celestia felt kind of bad for him, and since the coconut oil had all washed off by now, she extended her wing over him like an umbrella.

Jake had never seen her wings at full extension before. She usually kept them tucked against her back, all folded up. They were huge. She could probably even fly, if she tried.

"Thank you," he acknowledged. "That's very kind of you."

"Don't mention it."

Jake looked around. "I bet the plants in the garden are going to love this."

"They actually don't need this," shrugged Celestia. They're kept in a state of readiness through magic. They don't have to be watered. Have you been watering them?"

Jake shook his head. "I don't know how much water they need. I was just looking for any signs that they might be drying out, and since I didn't see any, I assumed all was fine."

"Good. That'd be a waste of effort, pouring drinking water on plants that didn't need it."

Jake took a deep breath. "Where does our drinking water come from, anyway? It can't all be filtered through coconuts..."

"You're right, you're right. It's a capillary well that draws fresh water out of a spring underground. I typically run the pump every morning, or as needed."

"And the spring never runs out?"

"What part of "magically reset" still confuses you?"

Jake lowered his head. "There's no magic where I come from. I tend to not consider it as my first thought."

Suddenly, the rain started to pick up, along with the wind. While Celestia's wing had sheltered Jake from above, it couldn't protect his thighs if the water was coming down sideways.

She grabbed him around the chest and carried him to the crashed boat. The crabs had scuttled the place clean by now, but with a quick brushing, they were clear to sit down on the lopsided bed. Jake had forgotten how soft it was, having spent so much time on Celestia's bed lately. He was used to the firmness, as even sitting here, he could feel that he'd sunk all the way to the bottom.

"So, now what?"

Celestia leaned back. "Well, we're almost as far from the grove as we could be without taking to the waves. Going back in this sort of chill would not be a lot of fun. I guess we just sit here until the rain calms down."

After a minute or two of the only sound being the pattering of rain on the deck, Jake felt a twinge of curiosity. He reached down into the drawer and pulled out his phone and pressed the button. There was magic on the island, and maybe, just maybe... No. There was nothing. Even magic couldn't make it work.

"Isn't that your xbox?" asked Celestia.

"No. It's just a brick," sighed Jake, tossing it back in the drawer. "Don't know why I expected anything else..."

She wrapped her arms around his chest and pulled him back. She couldn't lie down in the bed, she was taller than it was long by a wide margin. But she could rest half of her body on it while her knees dangled over the side. "I'm sure it was important to you, but nothing lasts forever. Even my prison on this island is only going to last another seven hundred years or so."

"I'm not even going to live that long."

"Oh, I'll protect you and keep you safe."

Jake shook his head. "I think average human life expectancy is somewhere around eighty years. I have another sixty to go."

"That's just an average," waved Celestia. "You could last longer."

"Another hundred, at most. Other than in legends, the oldest human to ever exist was a hundred and twenty, I think."

"There you go. All you have to do is make it to a hundred and twenty-one, and you become the oldest human. Plus, that gives me something to pass the time for a bit. Rest assured, I'm going to keep you around for as long as I can."

The wind caught the sail and blew it up on top of the hull, blockading their view of the sea. They could still see inland, but the area was pretty well covered. It even kept the rain out, a bit.

Jake walked up to the sail to push it out of the way. He did enjoy looking at and hearing the sounds of the ocean, and this sail covered that. As he put his hands on it, though, he noted that it felt very dry, and some of the flaps still on the ground were holding rainwater that had trickled down.

"Hey, Celestia?"

"Yeah?"

"I think this sail may be waterproof."

Celestia folded her arms. "I suppose it might be."

"It's holding pools of water, like a tarpaulin."

She shrugged. "I guess it is, then."

"We could probably just make this the roof, or at least use it as a starting point."

Celestia nodded and beckoned him back over. "You seem to be just as dry as when you walked over. I'd say you came up with a pretty good plan, there. Well done, Jake..."