Rather well all things considered

The Condiment wizard stood in his lab in his tower. The thought brought a smile to his face, for surely a certain quality of dark wizards got their own evil tower. Which meant he was doing rather well as a dark wizard, another sign he was alive. As the dead don't do bad or good, for they can do nothing at all. He shook his mentally of the thought and focused back on task.

He needed to be sure of his dryads' abilities, so the best way for him to find out was for them to demonstrate them for him. He walked over to the red dryad, effectively randomly having no break order he wanted to research them in. Though the unseen smug look the red dryad gave the other two and white dryads' angry venomous glare back meant they did care about the order.

"Red, I require you to show me your power. Prove to me you are worthy to be under my command!" Condiment wizard declared feeling that he was sounding like a proper wizard with us demands. The red dryad did not wait a moment or respond verbally. She instead put up her hand, pointing it at an opposing wall. She then clenched some unseen muscle, and suddenly all the spikes on her arm were shot out, peppering the wall.

Condiment wizard nodded his appreciation of the shot and it's meaning. As it showed him, she was effectively a living plant shotgun. "I'm not done yet, master!" "Red," the dryad said in an excited voice, and using an ability she barely understood but could use instinctually, she separated parts from herself. The parts walked on wooden spikes and were covered in thorns. They were effectively the equivalent of a hedgehog mixed with a centipede.

"It's a cool part trick, right, master?" Red dryad asked her voice filled with a youthful eagerness that was surprising to hear considering the threat of violence her form seemed to radiate. The condiment wizard nodded his assent to her having a cool party truck, though he rose an eyebrow and pointed at her arm. As the thorns she shot earlier hadn't grown back, he needed to know if they took a while to grow back.

The red dryad smiled at the unasked but obvious question. "Just showing master that after battle I'm more than available for a victory fuck. " The red dryad said, quietly vulgarly as she took her non-spiked hand and rubbed the side of his face. Condiment wizard nodded getting that she meant she'd be safe to be with after a fight as she'll have used her thorns by then but it would be dangerous if he tried before hand.

"Good to know." The Condiment wizard said it and took more notes than he spoke to her one last time before he moved on. " You are worthy serve me." He said simply putting to rest his earlier question. He then without another word moved on walking to yellow dryad who was waiting patiently with a kind smile. Red dryad got an angry look at him leaving so soon.

"Let us see if you are worthy to serve," the Condiment wizard said, to which the yellow dryad nodded and put her arms out; a thick yellow powder fell from her arms and scattered around her. The condiment wizard watched the yellow powder, wondering what it could do. The yellow dryad smiled at him and stood straighter, causing her tits to jiggle pleasingly, which was obviously for his benefit, the look in her eyes a testament to the fact.

"Don't worry, Master, the powder has special effects. I just can't show you at the moment, but out in Gotham there will be plenty of women to demonstrate with," the yellow dryad said, the lewd smile on her face hinting that the yellow powder was lewd in nature but most likely effective. "Don't worry, Master, I can serve in other ways," the yellow dryad said, pushing her chest out, causing her tits to jiggle rather nicely in front of him again.

The Condiment wizard got what she meant, that is, until she spoke again. " I was seamstress before and can make any outfit you need or want." She said causing him to fall forward in shock. His face ended up deep in her plump breast. She gave out a moan and spoke. "I can serve like this; in fact, I'm very happy too." She said with a hungry smile.

"That will not be necessary. I shall give you the benefit of the doubt, but do not fail to prove yourself." The Condiment wizard said making his feelings and warning clear. Yellow dryad nodded her assent a serious look on her face reassuring him that she would perform well when he asked it of her. He moved onto the final dryad the white dryad.

"As I have done with the others I require you to prove your worth to serve me." The Condiment wizard said in his best imperial voice, trying his best to sound like an officer inspecting his troops, as that was what he was doing in effect. White Dryad seemed to be very eager to prove herself. As suddenly, the roots around her legs stretched out and broke off.

These broken-off pieces then formed a short brunette woman with an average body. As far as he could tell, they were human in every way that was identifiable, though he had no doubt a doctor or biologist could find the difference. "I can make you an army master. They will do whatever they desire and serve you in whatever way you require." A white dryad giving mental orders to demonstrate.

So Condiment wizard found himself sitting on one of the plant clones while four others massaged every part of him they could touch. While a dozen others tried their damnedest to tear each other apart. It was a blatant showing if what they were capable of both mentally and physically. " Enough you have shown your ability." Condiment wizard said so the plant clones would stop their battle royale.

The battle stopped, of course, though the others continued to serve him as best they could, which was distracting. Using one woman as a chair while she was naked and clones of her, also naked, giving him a massage, was an experience that was good but strange. "As you can see, Master, I can serve better than the others, for with me you shall never need the others." The white dryad said, getting impassioned and making it very clear that she wanted the other dryads to take a backseat to whatever he was planning to do with them.

"You have proven yourself, but do not for a moment think you have the right to command me." Condiment wizard stared feeling like he had nailed what an evil wizard would say. The white dryad went to her knees immediately apologizing for her arrogance in between kissing his feet. He got up from his human chair, figuring it was time to head back to his cell to think on what he'd learned.

"I'm heading back to think on what I've learned. Prepare yourself, for I may call upon you all soon." Condiment wizard and left the room, all the dryads saying, "We live to serve, master," as he left. His mind went over everything that had just happened as Cheryl escorted him back.

He remembered back in the old days, in the time of the dead man Jeremy, there was big outrage over poison ivy. She had made very good-looking plant people who had pheromones that made them even more attractive and likable to their targets. It seemed half of Gortham's elite was wrapped around her finger. It failed of course Batman stopping her as was usual but it has been big thing at the time as everyone had thought poison ivy had actually died because of her failed plan.

He would do better if he ever tried it, but he wouldn't. As he couldn't really pull it of as he was pretty sure copys of the same woman marrying all the rich men in Gotham would be rather suspicious to put it mildly. At the same exact moment Condiment Wizard was thinking on that old story, the dryads were facing each other, their smiling faces gone with their master. The white dryad Halle gave the others angry looks then walked over to her part of the room.

The red dryad Cecil did not let the angry look go. "Well, look at that little boring wallflower—not as important as she thought she was," Cecil said to Halle, mocking her clear attempts to gain power and position over the rest of them. Halle turned towards her, a dark look on her face, and planted clones.

"Master does not see my superiority yet, but he will." Halle declared to which Cecil gave a very questioning look on return. "Oh, like you have the right to question me. The rich whore whose daddy sent to Arkham to be a test dummy. Knowing you master being with you will give him the itch afterward." Halle said hissing her words at Cecil with venom.

Cecil texted immediately, having thorns grown back on her arms and pointing with arms as Halle and her plant clones were about to give her a full blast. Halle had her clones form a line ready to charge forward at Cecil. The yellow dryad Fisher spoke up, breaking up the fight before it could truly begin. "If you two hurt or even kill each other, then you would be inconveniencing master. So stop it now." Fisher said causing the two to stop realizing they found fight each other till they had least proven to master that the other was unnecessary.

The two turned away from each other and went to angrily sulk in their part of the lab. Fisher laughed at the two, knowing she would be in charge soon enough, as Cecil was too angry to be in charge and Halle was too eager to serve to see the bigger picture. "I wonder if Master will let me make outfits for us." Fisher said the thought of making the three of them dresses with the most risky lingerie underneath a nice one. For it was another reason she was so loyal to Master, as he had given her another chance to be the fast fashion designer in Gotham as well as being a man more than worthy of her love.

So it was for the moment three dryads were at peace, but for how long was anyone's guess. Though one thing is guaranteed they will make Condiment wizard's plan succeed one way or another.