Livestock species are subject to breed standards but they haven't really got protection against them being rewritten and causing global reality shifts. Like the time when the ideal cock size was set to 1 inch and they all shortened across the board, the hung becoming humiliated subs overnight.

Transparent armour is cool but I don't actually want to be visible inside of it so I've filled it with oily smoke and visions of the viewer losing to me in various ways. Sometimes this creates infinitely recursive depictions of failure which crush willpower with just a glimpse. Admire me.

Walking through the enchanted grass to challenge me has already doomed you to turn into a dumb cow. Why not let me turn you into one in the fun way that involves lots of hypermilky sex?

Potent kink powers for the small, small price of having a way for the tables to be turned on you with permanent results.

Wizard that's sometimes a squire to a knight that's sometimes the wizard's assistant. The dom is never the one in charge. The knight depends on the squire to remove their armour, chastity cage included. The wizard is only allowed to memorise the spells their assistant provides them.

Sticking a big sign on the entrance to your home that says "Dicks Sucked! Curses Tested! Stats Traded!" and suddenly it's the most popular business in all of those niches. Some people have figured out they don't have to pay for oral if they buy enough of your Charisma first.

Giving you the immunity to reality warping I promised you by turning you into a fictional character. You may be dissatisfied with this outcome but you won't be once I write about how happy you are.

So when are the mad TF scientists going to invent a super-alkali that turns your whole body into soap in an instant? I feel like we're overdue.

A sheep installing a copy of themself into your mind to learn your plans and cheat at games, forgetting that brain-them will have no way to relay that information to original-them. All they actually achieve is ensuring you have TF daydreams and jerk off all the time.

I'm glad we can all agree that fire, water and air elementalists wield and project their element towards enemies in various ways while earth elementalists just shrug off all your attacks until they can get into melee range and petrify you into a kind of stone that resists reversion magic.

Sheep playing with your erection like a joystick while you're trying to do something else but then you feel funny for a second and they start apologising for accidentally making you permasoft. A minute or so later, they've finished apologising but you're no less permasoft.

Sheep-centric species superiority cults tend to form suddenly and dissipate quickly but that doesn't stop everyone reality warped into them from knowing that society has always been this way.

Spells splattering harmlessly over armour as wet paint, applying no actual effect on impact other than messy decoration. You learn that the paint still carries the magic when the wearer grabs you and smears you against their chestplate. That sure was a lot of transformation spells you cast earlier.

Friend cut off the hydra's head while it was swallowing your soul and now you have two of them.

Every time you inflict some kinky fate on someone, there's a timeline split where it either succeeds or the tables are turned on you. Unfortunately, this specific incarnation of you has been cursed to always end up in the latter branches.

Nice "The Unchanging" title you have there, I like it. It'll be an ironic one after a sheep gets their hands on you.

I think one of my sona goals might to embody the phrase "you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid" but with the word "look" removed.

The sheep turning you into a plushie and fucking you in public is definitely 100% concealed but everyone in the reality warp splash zone has acquired a plushfucking kink regardless.

Your friends definitely think you should!

Sheep looking at their empty milkshake cup and then at you and then back at their cup and then back at you. They make a little moral calculation in their head before sticking the straw in your mouth and walking away with a new milkshake. You wake up the next day with an apology note made of silver.

High Ovine also contains a lot of specialised one-word phrases which further expand the options for power words, examples translated here for reader benefit. Power Word: Inflict Facesitting Kink, Power Word: Digest Remotely, Power Word: Expel Willpower As Cum.

Need to be a sheeptaur for things like reaching the high shelves, letting people use my back as a bed, quickly running to shelter from the rain and earfucking two people into mindlessness at once with my giant taurcock.

Tired of fantasy metals that are better than steel in every way or like gold but strong, a sheep invents a metal roughly comparable to copper but anything you encase in it gets worse. Popular for helmets and chastity cages, especially both together.

Every time I type something doubled like "cool cool" that's me saying it once and you automatically echoing it back in my exact voice and tone.

Thinking about High Ovine again. Every word is a power word if you use its secondary pronunciation or read it in your head that way. Sheep will only teach you the secondary pronunciation if you ask to learn some words, of course. Then they write the word for cum in random places.

Not normally one for teleport substitution tricks but also it would be fun if every time you tried to grind against the sheep it turned out you were actually fucking a fluffy towel or something.

Designing personalised horny combat is hard because I'll say kicking is not for me and then think about knocking someone onto their ass or face-down-ass-up with a kick and suddenly kicking is very important. Then I'll remember that I need ranged options instead. Then I can't think of any that fit.

You accepted the boon of emulating whichever material weakens the creature you're in contact with expecting to defeat a lot of werecreatures and unholy beasts. Affecting all the mundane people you touch was more of a surprise. Who's even heard of Instantmindbreakium?

The solubility limit of people in sheep is 0.000429 mol/ram which doesn't sound like much but it does mean you need to sacrifice around 2.6x10^20 people to make one even remotely safe to touch.

Trapping you not in a liquid, but in its ripples. Every disturbance sends a series of slivers of your identity shooting across the surface, only for them to vanish again and leave no trace you were ever there. And if the liquid goes undisturbed? You simply don't exist.

Defeat my sona easily by consulting this simple chart. Note: Subject prone to change, procedure accurate for one day only.

I'll be brief: I'm going to fuck you in a hole that isn't meant to be filled, cum a substance that my body isn't meant to produce, and leave you transformed into something that isn't meant to be conscious.

Kinkster's roulette where a random post from an alt account of someone you follow becomes a description of your existence for a day. Hard not to follow the alt after the kink finally clicks for you. Let your horizons be broadened by force.

Saying my sword has janky hitbox by which I mean you can get hit by touching me anywhere on my body even while it's sheathed and sometimes just if I look at you hard enough. Saying my sword is nonlethal by which I mean it only does damage to your intelligence, wisdom and strength stats.

Turning yourself into glass to halt the infestation taking over your reproductive system and all the worms turn into pretty glass marbles that are visible inside your transparent balls.

The "inf" in "infestation" is short for infinite, which is the amount of parasites you will theoretically produce after you become an immortal broodmother stuck in a nest.

Oh no, the intense brainwashing and dronification that took months to shake off was just a cover up. The actual purpose of the hypnovisor was to give you a mild paw kink.

Snatching wishes out of the air and granting them how I like as long as I'm at least 50% right. I appreciate that you wanted to be the cock for someone specific but I'm just going to make you mine instead. Isn't it funny that you would've gotten what you actually wanted if I hadn't been nearby?

Friend says they aren't into chastity or bondage but you can see their spirit when you look at them and it's a beast of steel and rubber with a tail made of linked padlocks. You should really stop looking at them because that tail is wrapping around your crotch and pulling a cage out of the aether.

Having hazard warning symbols for my sona so I can slap one on everything which has a chance of turning you into them. This is somewhat counterproductive because the symbols are more of a TF risk than the objects themselves, as evidenced by all the times I've stuck them on doors and air vents.

Seeing you approach with the Crook of Sheep Dominion, shivering in fear, but then remembering I'm overpowered and skeletonising you instantly. Gosh, you might've gotten me if you were faster. Good thing I don't need you to be in my stomach to digest you.

The conditioning is done when your answer to "How many orgasms would you trade this person for?" is always in the single digits.

The following special attacks are recommended for usage against me: Plunging attacks (I'd love a new horn ring), backstabs (you'll be a good seat after your sword dissolves), charging attacks (starting your sheep impression early, huh?), instakill moves (these actually work but I *will* explode).

Large and heavily armoured juggernaut of a sheep who's unrecognisably lithe and seductive outside of the armour. All that strength drains right into their charisma. While celebrating your victory at an inn, you encounter their second phase: Trying not to betray your cause for a taste of their ass.

The sheep with traits like Corrosive Gaze are a big threat, don't get me wrong, but it's traits named things like Sticky that are actually going to ruin your whole existence.

Mages are freebies. They're so used to wearing strange, completely unprotective armour in exchange for casting stats that you can give them gear which actively makes them worse and they'll keep putting it on until they're helpless.

Giving you a poisoned dagger and sliding the Exaggeration Switch until you turn into a venomous snake. Looking at your scales and sliding the switch until they turn into impenetrable steel, then further until you become empty, serpentine armour. So yeah, that's how tail protection is made.

Layering too many descriptors on someone can be a hazard. If I say you have a will of iron and balls of steel and an iron stomach and a steely gaze, you might fill in the blanks and become a steel statue.

The reason the rubber suit takes over your brain when it fully covers your face is because of the whole "eyes are the window to the soul" thing. Once all you have on your face are flat, rubber eyes, all you have inside is a flat, rubber soul.

Picking you up and dunking you in a solid object like it's a dipping sauce. You come out coated in a flawless layer of that material and all of a sudden it's solid and immobilising again.