All good castles need defenses. And sexy girls to go with

Aphrodite had left the tree heart in the basement of the building once Clove had collapsed. She knew that the woman would fulfill her duties of caring for the Heart once she woke and the queen had other matters to attend to in the construction of her Citadel. She like the way 'citadel' sounded too, much flashier and more exciting than 'castle' or 'palace'. If she was going to live somewhere for the rest of her predicted-to-be-eternal life, she was going to make it sound cool. Judging from the way the tree was expanding, it would fit the image too.

Her instincts for nature identified the growing timber as a Giant Redwood, though only as its base. It would take some traits from the original, but nothing like the Heart existed anywhere else in the world, she was sure, and the living Citadel that would form from it was sure to be just as rare. She watched as roots devoured the pavement, cars, and buildings outside for a minute, more than a little impressed by it's speed. She curiously tried to guide its growth and was pleased to see it respond instantly and exactly as she wished. Just as she'd hoped, she had an innate connection with the Citadel Heart and could influence it as she wished.

The goddess decided not to interfere too much with the growth of the Citadel though. It would be much better if it could grow on its own. The same went for the rest of the city, she decided. Through the tangled, overarching superconsciousness of the Contagion, she could sense the Infected already finding others that shared their inclinations, forming small groups that would no doubt grow with time. So long as they didn't infringe on other groups and didn't stir up trouble, Aphrodite saw no reason to impede those groups forming. Just like any society, there were bound to be those that thought alike and banded together. The only difference now was they were united by their preference of sexual partner rather than supposed political ideology.

That would matter later though. For the moment, she was in a city about to be under siege. To manage that, she needed defenders and defenses. Casting out her attention through the expanding reach of the Citadel, Aphrodite searched for someone suitable to be the first. Quickly enough, she found a slim young woman in her mid-twenties holding a large case that looked like it was made to carry a large firearm. She wasn't infected yet, somehow managing to avoid it despite the upheaval of her world around her and carrying herself with a smoothness that spoke of competency.

Aphrodite easily found the woman and approached her, instantly drawing her eye. "Get back! I'm armed!" she shouted, holding the big case out to show she could back up her claim. Though heavy weaponry didn't carry any significant threat to Aphrodite, she still stopped and held up her hands placatingly.

"What's your name, cutie?" she called out, sitting down on a branch that formed into a lounger for her to lay on.

"Why should I tell you that? Why don't you run off before I use what's in this case?"

"You could, but I'm not sure you could arm yourself before I get to you."

"You'd be surprised."

"So would you. But how about we put that on hold? I'm Aphrodite."

"Like the goddess?"

"Just so. And you are?"

".....Cyria."

"Like the country?"

"Not quite, but that's enough. We traded names, now you get away. I'm getting away from all this before another pack of freaks find me," the slim Cyria said, not dropping her threatening tone and aura for a second. Even so, the queen wasn't phased. Here at the growing center of her power, whether she knew it or not, Cyria had no way to hurt her.

"Normally I would let you, but I have need of your skills. Besides, in the unlikely even you made it outside the wall, you likely would only find persecution. You're better off here with me."

"You won't touch me," Cyria said, throwing her case down and snapping it open with practiced speed. Within seconds, a powerful drawn bow was in her hand, arrow nocked and aimed precisely for Aphrodite's head. The goddess just smiled. "I know how you Infected work, I've seen the news. You have to touch me to infect me. I'll shoot you if you so much as move."

"That's good thinking, I can see why you've lasted so long. But unfortunately, that rule only applies to normal people. And that's not me." Cyria looked confused for a moment before the large flower that had blossomed next to her caught her eye. She opened her mouth to exclaim, cry out, something, but it was already too late. A puff of green pollen blasted from it and into Cyria's face. She recoiled and coughed, accidentally releasing her grip on the arrow. The wooden shaft leapt forward and was immediately blocked by a root that grew to protect its goddess. The end result was Aphrodite sitting exactly as she had been and Cyria coughing on a cloud of Contagion-laced pollen, her eyes already turning from brown to warm hazel.

"What did you... *cough cough* ..do to me? *cough* I'll kill you, you fucking...fucking.......ohhhh, fuck...." Cyria's threats fell on anticipating ears as lustful heat bloomed in her and shades of green appeared across her skin. She tried to grab another arrow, but her fingers could only fumble the fletching. "Whatever...this is, I'll still...kill....you? No, no, I...I want to...that's not....please, no! Goddess, please, don't take my mind!!" she pleaded as her new loyalties and goals appeared in her mind. The previous want to take **** contrasted directly with new urges to protect her god and goddess and the ensuing clash of ideals threatened to rip her apart. Her will was strong but the Contagion would not be denied.

"You're no good to anyone if you're not yourself," Aphrodite said, willing a green tendril to rise up in front of the struggling woman. "I'm not here to hurt you, Cyria, so why not just let yourself enjoy this?" The sinuous viridian vine caressed the length of her slim body, tickling what exposed skin it could find until it reached her pelvis. It barely had to do anything besides linger there, Cyria meeting it to grind her covered, sodden snatch against its length. Letting out a long high-pitched whine, her resistance faded into nothing as orgasm blossomed in her flesh. Her bow fell from nerveless fingers that quickly worked on shedding her clothes, helped along by the same vine that made her cum. In no time, she was as naked as Aphrodite, with green as the dominant color of her skin and long, knifelike ears. Her hair, once black, became a slightly lighter shade than her skin and the queen watched as her thin body gained just a little bit more in curves while losing none of its toned tightness. The sight of her firm bubble butt nearly made her drool.

"How do you feel now? Still want to kill me?" Cyria looked at her goddess with wide eyes, barely able to believe how much her view of the situation had changed.

"No, I...I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! I was just scared! Please don't hurt me, goddess, please!" Tears that looked more like sap beaded in the corner of the new dryad's eyes.

"It's okay, I understand," Aphrodite said soothingly. "I was scared at first too. But are you scared now?"

"No, my lady, this is so much better. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"You can make more dryads for me, we need as many protectors as we can get. The more girls like you that you can find, the better."

"I promise I'll make it up to you, goddess."

"I really don't care, just make sure to have a bit of sexy fun. I've heard armies are at their best when morale is high."

"I will do that. And I think these will help quite a bit." In the dryad's hands was a new bow and arrows that looked like they had been grown rather than made. From the way Cyria tested the new one and her old one, Aphrodite could tell the natural one was much better, despite the complete lack of pulleys like the old one had. The arrows didn't look like much either, though the queen wondered if there was more to them than they appeared.

"Wait, do you hear that? There's someone over there," Cyria said suddenly, looking off in one direction. Aphrodite listened, but couldn't hear anything. "A woman, I think. They're moving slowly, I bet they're untouched still."

"I can't hear anything, but I believe you. Why don't you show me what you can do with your new gifts?"

"It would be my pleasure, my goddess." The two women walked easily and silently through rapidly growing grasses until they found a woman just like Cyria had said, a rather sultry looking redhead with small breasts and an absolutely tiny waist. The dryad woman looked to Aphrodite and then pulled out an arrow. She watched her target carefully and also licked the tip, her Infected saliva ensuring anyone it cut would become just like her.

If it wasn't for Aphrodite's beyond enhanced senses, she likely would have missed Cyria nocking her arrow, drawing her bow, aiming, and firing all in one fast and smooth motion. She didn't compromise on accuracy either, her arrow zipping across the distance separating them and nicking the redhead's thigh just enough to draw blood. She immediately gasped and looked towards where Aphrodite and Cyria were crouched, but didn't see them.

"You have very nimble fingers, Cyria," the goddess purred while the redhead continued to look around frantically for her attacker. "Why don't you put them to use while we watch?"

"Yes, my goddess," the nymph practically simpered, her hands immediately going to both their pussies while their eyes focused on the woman who was starting to feel the effects of the arrow that hit her. Unable to find the source of the attack, she tried to run, but her trembling legs didn't let her get far. Before she got more than a dozen steps away from where she started, a wave of arousal hit her hard enough to send her tumbling to the ground. through her innate connection, Aphrodite could tell what the girl was feeling: hopeless lust and need that pushed fear out of her mind. **** for any relief, her hands dove between her legs, fighting the layers of fabric that separated them and her dripping puss. Unable to get anything more than rough stimulus, the girl helplessly writhed, rolling around with frantic desperation while the Contagion remade her.

Any extra fat on her body was whisked into her small tits, plumping them up just a little but leaving them below average, especially for an Infected. Her dainty form became even more so, all smooth lines and pale skin that contrasted the vibrancy of her hair. Her unassuming clothes changed into a dress that fit her practically petite body like a glove, covering most of her skin but so thin that she was practically wearing nothing at all. Her trembling fingers took advantage of the change at once, finally able to give her burning and swollen pussy some relief. She arched her back and gasped with ripened lips, then rolled over to hump down on her own hand. She also unknowingly made room for ephemeral wings that blurred in and out of existence on her back as they twitched, seeming to lag a second or two behind the rest of the world. The woman's keening cry of climax brought Aphrodite and Cyria to their own, all three women cumming in near synchronicity.

Recovering first, Aphrodite got up and walked over to the transformed fairy, examining the perfected redhead. She definitely fit the fairy aesthetic well: small curves, cute face, and tiny body. She might have even been a few inches shorter than she had been before. The goddess watched her finally slump on her back and sigh, the grasses around her seeming to sigh along with her. Aphrodite could feel this girl's innate magical ability from that alone and looked forward to what she would manage.

"She'll join you in your task," the queen commanded, sensing Cyria come up behind her. "Her magic will surely come in handy against our enemy. Transform as many as you have to. And don't forget about what I said about having fun."

"Yes, goddess," Cyria said obediently, though her pulse quickened again at the teasing lit in Aphrodite's voice at the end. From the way the nymph was looking over the fairy, it didn't seem possible that they would keep their hands off each other for long. Aphrodite just hoped they would see fit to include others too.

"Good, I have one more thing to attend to, so I'll leave this to you. I'll summon you when the time comes." The Divine goddess left with Cyria bowing towards her and headed for the limits of the Citadel's spread.