Flagrant use of your power

The threads of fate are delicate, but that's no reason to not give them a tug, you surmise. Especially when it gives you what you want, and even put a smile on your face.

"Let me through" You instruct the two guards, with an accompanying warning. "The first of you to touch me will find the others dick in your ass..." You knew this would infuriate the guards. The Intransican Empire claims to draw strength from its moral superiority, prohibiting homosexual behavior and a long list of other acts deemed as indecent. This threat attacked their sensibilities on two fronts, and inflamed their passions twice as quickly.

"You insolent wench!" One declared as he left his post to accost you "You'll suffer for your hubris!" You remained completely still, unafraid of what would happen. The moment he touched you, mentally pulled on the threads of fate on both of these soldiers, giving them far more than a simple tug. As you did, there was a brief flash of blinding white light as reality itself was rewritten to accommodate your changes. As the light dissipated, both men were on the ground, their armor scattered along the road; one on all fours, having his ass spread for the cock of the other. The two were certainly enjoying their newfound romance, and paid you no mind as you walked right past them towards the castle, and your goal, beaming in an internal laughter.

You were quickly seeing The Dungeon Master's point of view, both in his downward gaze towards mortals, and for taking great joy and humor in the use of his powers. These were the greatest toys one could possess, and you faced no real consequences, save perhaps your Masters ire, and you don't think he would begrudge you for something as simple as this. If he did, this would prove to be more difficult than you thought. Still, better to ask for forgiveness than for permission, you say to yourself, as you leave a wake of chaos in your path. You don't even begin to wait for the guards to address you now, changing them at the mere look at you. Some you turn into marauding orcs, the Empires eternal enemy, to rampage through the palace grounds, others you turn into small children, two you change into young and horny concubines.

As you make your way, you start to hear the second order affects of your actions, in a variety of tones. Opportunity among the beggars and swindlers to try and get to the palace before they can be stopped by the guards, fear at the sight of two monstrous orcs rampaging through the palace gardens, and disgust at two men fucking in broad daylight, who refuse to stop for anything. It starts to give you second thoughts about continuing to act so recklessly. Once you actually get in the palace, which is as large as a city itself, you'll probably want to blend in so as to avoid attention rather than trying to create it.