Confined With a Goddess

While Celestia finished up the last bits of the house, all being up hight around the edge of the roof, Jake spent the next day with a saw, cutting twelve lengths of equal size from the planks, then two really long ones, one slightly shorter, two of medium length, four of just under half of that, and nine just slightly longer than the medium-length ones. It was a lot of cutting, especially after laying it all out in stacks on the floor. He wasn't sure which pieces went where, exactly, but the entirety of the plan was in Celestia's mind, and she was the one calling the shots.

Once all the pieces were cut to length, Celestia came inside, having just finished. "Have you finished cutting all the pieces?"

Jake nodded. "I have."

"Good. How's the leg?"

"Fine." It had stopped being a big issue about halfway through the day. It still stung, but it was more manageable now. It was easier to move about, and he could even sit on the floor, as long as it was a smooth section without a lot of wood feathers. Which, because this was palm wood, and not something more fibrous, there weren't a lot of feathers.

"So, with all of the pieces here, can you tell how they go?"

Jake rubbed his chin. His beard was starting to grow in fairly thick. "Well, If I had to guess, there need to be at least four legs, right?"

"Minimum three," corrected Celestia. "And that's only if we want it to be elevated."

Jake turned back to her. "If we're not going to elevate it, we're going to be sleeping on the floor. If we're going to be sleeping on the floor, why would we even build a bed in the first place?"

"True, true..."

"So, four legs, I'm guessing, with these ones about seventy-five centimetres being those. That's the only thing we have four of."

"That's a fairly reasonable assumption," nodded Celestia.

"However, they're a bit too tall for me. It's just under my hip, sure, but once we put the mattress on top, it'll be over my hip, and I'll have to climb to go to bed."

"And I don't want to make the ladder a permanent fixture in the house."

"That leads me to think more than four legs. We have nine of these, but they're a hundred and sixty centimetres; up to my shoulder. If I wanted a ladder before, I need one now. Plus, nine legs?"

"Good, good..."

"Twelve." Jake pointed to the short ones. "These are about sixty centimetres. Just below your knee, just above mine. I can see myself sitting on this, my feet dangling just above the ground. No ladder required. These are the legs. Why we need twelve, however, is beyond me."

"Well done," nodded Celestia. "Very well discerned. The reason I called for twelve of them is to make sure it can support our weight. I'm pretty heavy."

"Oh, you look just fine," smiled Jake, almost instinctively so. He was raised to never call women fat, even if they were. Men could be fat or ugly, but women were not to be referred to as such under any circumstance, except when talking to your girlfriend about another woman, and never when said woman was around. In addition, Celestia wasn't fat. So when she referred to herself as "heavy," it was drilled into his mind to assure her that she wasn't fat.

"Oh?" smirked Celestia. "I wasn't referring to my figure. I was talking about my weight. Can you lift a hundred and twenty kilos?"

Jake swallowed. He could not. Even at his heaviest, he was only ninety-five, and he typically hovered around eighty. Granted, she was much larger, and had way more appendages, but a hundred and twenty kilos?

"Sit."

He did, moving over to the wall and leaning against it. Celestia walked over and sit down on his lap. Jake's leg immediately started to hurt, not because of the rash, but because his femur was not used to the lateral weight. He was pretty sure she wasn't even putting her full weight on him, but as she nestled, he let out a soft whine that told her it was time to stop.

"Not too bad," she noted. "If there was a mattress beneath you, or a chair, or anything soft, you might be able to take my full weight." She stood up and sat down next to him, patting her thigh. "Your turn."

Jake was very easy to hold, as Celestia's bones were far stronger than his. She could support his entire weight and her own through her wings, which she had demonstrated in the rain. It wasn't a stretch to say that her leg could support just him.

After a brief sit and cuddle, they returned to the bed. The two long ones were the outside of the bed, the long way from head to toe. The slightly shorter one went in the middle. The medium two were the head and foot, and the half-length ones were to span between the edges and the middle. The feet were located at every intersection, and the nine slabs were to lay across the top to create a flat surface.

They spent the rest of the day doing that, building essentially a low table that they could lie down on. They did lie down on it, of course, and it was certainly big enough. But it felt like lying on a table, because there was nothing there to lie on top of. It was a good start, and after dinner, Celestia dragged her mattress onto the new bed, which was moved up against the wall. It was long enough, but not quite wide enough to serve as a permanent fixture. However, it would do for now.

Things were looking up for the duo, and as they settled into their new bed, albeit with an old mattress, they could rest contentedly, wrapped in each other's embrace.

"I'm glad you decided to stay," whispered Celestia, holding him close. "It's been great having you around."

Jake snuggled in closer, as well, holding her forearms that were wrapped around his chest. "I'm glad I stayed, too. I can't imagine I'd have this kind of connection with anyone if I'd gone back."