Ophi
Variety kink poster rumoured to just be a dumb sheep. Cohost mourner. PFP by Jintally.
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Alternating between politely being led around on a leash and calling the leashholder a stupid fucking pathetic wretch as they collapse into mind-melted oblivion from your musk (then you shower).
Even a limited-deviation transformative touch is useful. Instantly whipping leftover cream for a quick treat, fixing cracks by running a finger over them, accidentally turning your cock into a dildo when jerking off.
Putting on my villain outfit and encouraging my subby friends to be dommier and my dommy friends to be subbier. Sorry, it's the role reversal wool perfume that made me this way.
I just want to be goofy with my mind-crushing hypnotic abilities, like convincing a CV pred that they need to floss down there to see what how they interpret it (the answer is sounding beads). If that surprises everyone by tripling the speed of their cum digestion, that's just a bonus.
What if I was just clay all the way through? All smooth and earth-aligned and impossible to injure. Hitting people with vore that's more like burying them alive. Shaping my body to people's liking so I can better shape their minds to my liking.
I'm a high risk high reward kind of kink combatant. Yes, burying my whole arm inside of someone's hyper cock has a good chance of getting it instantly churned into cum, but if it doesn't, someone's going to be cumming soft serve eternally as soon as I pull out.
The cum getting thicker, heavier and cooler as their orgasm proceeds. Now much more clay-like cum slowly filling you up from the stomach out until you petrify into hard stone.
Character evolution cycle where they start as a kink villain, disguise as a heroic character, get too deep in the lie and become good, then see some hot bad end happen and get seduced by evil immediately.
The mass sheep transformation has an early adopter bonus in the sense that the later you're affected by it, the more heavily bound and chaste you'll be as an intrinsic property of the form. Did you wonder why the chains seem to disappear into your wool?
The vore indigestion face. The "nipplefucking is doubling my cup size" face. The "I'm permanently orgasming but it's flaring up right now" face. The "the numbing effect is wearing off and I'm starting to feel what the tentacles have been doing" face. It's a very versatile face.
Cursed sheath that seduces you into fucking it and turns your cock into a sword and the rest of you into a pile of weapons as soon as you cum in it.
Sparing Ophi gets you a bad end because he charms a prison guard to escape, clone TFs a few key figures and now you and the rest of the world are kissing hooves in shiny new chastity cages and can't remember reality being any different.
If you don't walk around with your tits/junk out, how are you going to give more people body part TF brainworms? If someone asks, just say you're hypnotised and prove it by shamelessly fondling your current TFee.
Becoming immensely powerful because people absorb the power of their fallen alternate universe selves and you are the most bad-endable critter in existence.
I want to dominate your dreams so heavily that your default sleeping position is "masturbating". Once you're suitably pleasure-trained, it can switch to "saluting".
Growing horns immediately to help accelerate the rest of the transformation but losing them once it's done because you aren't that kind of sheep.
I think it's fun when the UI text in game mechanics kink art looks handwritten rather than typed. It can lend a feeling of facade, like the dominant force is emulating a game setting in order to empower themselves and constrain the victim to game rules that prevent their escape.
Like imagine you're a normal person with a normal life until you encounter this sheep. Then all these UI elements appear in the air and you can't run because you don't have a Flee card in your hand.
It'd be rude to turn you into my owner but if I turn you into an equipped chastity cage while looking away, I can warp reality such that they're here locking it onto me. How else could I be caged without looking?
What I didn't consider is them taking the key far, far away. There'll be no turning back until you're complete.
Sometimes you mess with someone for the fun of the game, even if they won't exist to remember it soon. I could just food TF someone, but I could also implant false memories of a chase, flee alongside my victim, then "find" a "hummus costume" in a dead end which they put on without questioning it.
Invasive plants but in the sense that they squeeze their vines into your mouth and ass and ears and cock/pussy and nipples until you're so full of sap and seeds that the vines no longer fit.
Even if you aren't a videogame character, one bad encounter can still claim multiple of your lives. Your worklife can become polishing hooves and grooming wool, your social life can become sucking sheep cock and your afterlife can become more of the same.
I need a soft collar for my cock which I can use to label it with "This is a Game-Over-inflicting device. Do not use. Do not approach."
Changing disguise undoing all the sexual encounters you had in the last disguise. Someone you hooked up with for a while becomes as inexperienced as before you met them and even more pent-up. A weird craving for your species remains.
Reality warper livestreaming a game and you can see docile, mind-controlled toys in the background of their camera. Everyone who subscribess appears in the background as another toy so you've been holding off. Then someone gifts everyone watching a sub.
Pink is a good colour to inflict upon someone. It looks good in the debuff icons filling up the screen. It looks good in swirling eyes and replacing people's silly old fur colours. Naturally pink characters are that bit scarier because they're immune.
Thinking about posting a non-sheep/non-Ophi concept but then I see a picture of Ophi and start typing about wool again.
I look soooo tasty. Irresistible, melt-in-your-mouth mutton. The issue is that I'm negative XP meat. No, not negative calories. Still, you can give me a lick and you might not even lose a whole level.
Pred mastering hyena TF specifically so that the first person who encounters the skeletal remains of their prey will also digest them and hide the evidence.
It's getting hotter so time for my body to feel inexplicably smooth and slick with sweat whenever you aren't looking at my wool to see why that doesn't make sense. My body exactly like lubed latex plus a scent that makes your mind melt, then you turn around and I'm soft, dry and floral.
Sheep and dandelions have such a beautiful symbiosis. A few seeds blow onto non-sheep and grow into a lovely wool coat. The new sheep fuck people into the ground until they turn into lovely fertile soil already sown with dandelion seeds. The dandelions mature and the cycle repeats.
Sometimes friends just need to be granted a little more personality. You're now made of stone, you're now made of glass, you're now made of gold, you're now made of wax and you're now made of wood.
Can't even walk down the street nude and null without pairs of people being hypnotically compelled to become my junk and my underwear or my boobs and my bra.
Hypnotist bossfight where they have a squad of thralls that stay close to them and all of them possess a different magical gaze attack. A thrall can only use their gaze briefly before their hypnotic mask needs to go back on, retrancing them while the others take their turns.
When I wipe your mind to install a more ovine personality, that's conversion. When I drain your powers and make you helpless, that's an exorcism. When I force you to kiss my hooves, that's teaching humility. In theory, I defend you and crush our enemies too. I'm the best paladin.