I'm now back home, having wandered a ways for some alchemical ingredients in the forest and hills, to bring home to cultivate their unique properties in peace. Peace that I'm currently not enjoying due to the conniving Fairy that has decided that it wants to be a bother. One of my recipes requires Pixie Dust, of which spanking the size changing creature for has failed utterly. I've been forced to clean my knife with more regularity as the nuisance as taken to masturbating on it, that and the pestle to, as she size changes to ride it or insert it.

I hold the pestle after cleaning it, and then proceed to absentmindedly move over the mortar over to my station.

"I want your help again," and I have been around to know that it wants help in the form of sex.

I activate the condenser in the mortar and ask, "Mind if I use the pestle?"

She must be thinking that I'm going to use it to help her masturbate, so she says, "Go ahead."

I use the tip of the pestle for a bit, as gently as possible to avoid ruining the surprise, before bearing down on her pelvis. Instead of a yelp I hear a moan, and when I crush her legs I don’t get much of anything.

"How am I supposed to masturbate now, I might need a healing potion." There was a touch of condescension running though her voice as I've inadvertently clipped one of her wings removing her ability to fly.

"Maybe we should use your breast instead then…" and I move the pestle up to start cracking ribs, and all I get is more moaning.

"This is nice," she croons as she kisses the pestle as I hover it over her head.

Moments later it comes crushing down, her estacy marking my mortar and pestle with the aid of my condenser, to give the mortar her size changing properties and the pestle a contact ability that makes the pain and death caused by me using the tool pleasurable. I did discover that I have to keep it away from other people, as an elf got a hold of it and succumbed to it's effects. More curiously it made the task of getting pixie dust for my easier, though both are stories for another time.

Name: Maple
Age: 30+; hard to tell with dryads
Characteristic: Innocent, kind, wants to be helpful to the forest
Setting: In this world, sap from a dryad's head, breasts, or vagina has supernatural powers; The powers are to increase his authority over nature, ease of repeated harvesting, and it's fecundity respectively. There are stories of evil individuals, utilizing the authority over nature to reset their age to live forever, while there are other stories about how if the hero gets the sap from a willing dryad it lasts longer. You as a young teenager conjectured that authority over nature, in tandem with the dryad being a part of nature, meant that you could turn her into a regenerating snuff toy.