Camille stood by a young sapling. They had descended into the valley and now stood in a fairly open grassy meadow.
“Tell me what I can do again.” Camille shifted nervously on her hooves and stared at the tiny tree below.
“Well, technically, you’re now a magical forest guardian.” Ty grinned and put his arm over the doe’s back. “So, you can change anything in your forest. Plants. Animals. The ground. The rocks. The weather. The trees. Me. It’s all up to you.”
“That’s kind of overwhelming.” The doe gulped. “But okay. Here goes.” She reached out to the tiny tree and willed it to age and grow.
The tree responded by seemingly shuddering before it began to raise up. In moments it was up to Camille’s waist and turning into a strong healthy oak with perfect green leaves. She concentrated, let it continue, and both deer marvelled as Camille grew the tree into an aged and sturdy tower, well over their heads.
“Can I do another?” Camille blinked, looking back to Ty.
Ty shrugged. “It’s your forest, baby. Do whatever pleases you.”
Several meters away, Camille sprouted another oak and progressed it to perfect aged maturity. She made another, and another, and continued until a section of the wide open valley was covered in tall towering oak trees, giving a crisp scent to the air.
“This is amazing.” Camille hopped through her new mini-forest, Ty following and enjoying the doe’s boundless excitement. She stopped to grow colourful bunches of flowers, fill out and reinvigorate a patch of dried grass, enrich the soil, vary the size and reach of her trees, raise a hill, throw up leafy bushes and vegetation, berries, and cut a small stream into the ground from the river. By the time she was done, the once bare corner of the valley was vibrant and alive with perfect natural beauty, thick green grass, and stood out against everything else with wondrous colour.
Ty and Camille sat in the centre of her remarkable creation and she looked around.
“You know,” The doe considered. “I can do better than this.” She grabbed a tree, spun around it with one hand, and began changing what she had already built.
Ty watched in startled amazement as Camille changed the beautiful forest into an alien paradise. Ferns sprouted up, colourful climbing plants erupted, flowers, shrubs, greens, mushrooms, and different kinds of greenery appeared. Vines and a canopy appeared overhead, the grass grew tall and thick, with willows falling overhead, and Camille laughed triumphantly as the shocking and rich diversity of her creation.
Ty simply stared in awe and blinked.
“And you, my young buck...” Camille grinned, plucking several pink daisies and binding them into a vine she had pulled. She fashioned them into a crown of flowers and daintily slipped it onto her head, over her ears. Ty watched as Camille deftly pushed him to his knees and put a hoof on his chest, playfully domineering him as Camille draped herself in a suddenly appeared cloak of gorgeous royal crimson. “You will serve your goddess, will you not?”
Ty grinned and dutifully kneeled before the queen of the forest and mother of nature. “Of course, my queen. May your reign be long and your body more beautiful.”
The doe gasped suddenly, feeling familiar tingles. She began to grow younger, though no smaller, and reduced to a creature of 20. Her perfect body cinched tighter, her muscles grew firmer, and the matriarch closed her eyes and savoured the feelings as her breasts increased, all of them swelling larger and fuller, her hips expanded, and her perfect female figure grew more curvaceous. This was to say nothing of her face. Her lashes darkened, her eyes shadowed, her muzzle became more demure and adorable. Her fur, already luxurious, became lusher and softer, resembling the finest and softest of materials. As a final touch, she gasped as clothing appeared to adorn her, covering her breasts, her upper body, and her crotch. Resembling a Celtic priestess, with something Greek thrown in, she was now draped in regal white robes adorned with gold ornaments. The fabric itself had a sheer pink hue to it to match her crown. She looked down at her new attire and gasped, realizing fine diamond earrings now hung from her pierced ears. She ran her finely manicured hands over her front, feeling a perfectly fit bra and straps holding up her six busty tits, and blushed as she felt her teats poking out slightly. She was, forever, even more beautiful than even before. Just slightly more exaggerated. And, she felt, locked into her body as before. She was effectively indestructible and immortal.
Camille crossed her cloak over her shoulder and stared at Ty with a delicious smirk. “Thank you, my king.” She laughed and nodded. “We will discuss your reward for such fine taste when you bring me back some subjects. Unchanged, please.”
“Yes, my queen.” Ty smiled, and rose with a courtly now.