My enthusiasm to handle all the curative magic wasn't out of a genuine desire to help like you thought. I needed to make sure no one else bothered learning spells that could cure the conditions I planned to inflict on you during this betrayal.
There are no pure or innocent reasons for my hooves to be this shiny.
I like calling people and behaviour "cute" a lot which is a little funny given that I present myself as a fluffy sheep that acts silly and playful (with consequences). It'd be much more reasonable if everyone I called that was retroactively an even fluffier and sillier sheep.
As soon as Ophi joins your party, it becomes a misadventuring party.
Being turned into an earlier version of your owner's sona sounds pretty empowering until you learn that they went through a dramatic shift from sub to dom.
Instant brainwashing marbles seem expensive for only one use but you just need to learn where to use them. Put one in a crack where the rogue will check for a secret door mechanism and subtly turn them to your side. Now they'll lure everyone into your much cheaper traps.
It's forbidden for Ophi to bleed so if he's struck by a blade, it'll turn out that he was cake all along. That means that each of the countless Ophi clone TF victims, whether reintegrated into society or still devious, will all turn out to be cakes too. Perfectly shaped but definitely inanimate.
Having second thoughts only accelerates the transformation.
How silly I am for not immediately realising my sheep and clone TF moods would be perfect for a theme park. The theme is me, of course. All the staff are already Ophi clones so the mascot suits are for guests to rent and be brainwashed by.
We got the rollercoaster that goes through a TF hoop. We got the Tunnel of Loving Ophi. We got the pasture-themed restaurant. We got the mirror maze where your reflections are different species. We got the hypnocinema. We got the bumper cars that can charge ahead like rams.
We got the medieval fantasy section where you can dress up as a knight/mage/thief which gives staff free reign to mind control you. We got the live-performed action scenes with fake fighting and spellcasting but real petrification. We got treasure hunting games with real cursed items you can keep.
Instantly growing hypnoboobs to flash someone with is a lot like using a party popper. One exciting moment and then good luck with the cleanup. You can't even fit your top over them, let alone unmake them. Gosh, and your chest feels so heavy now, much like the minds of any onlookers.
