“Should your magical intake continue unhalted, your body will become altered by the magic as it conforms its vessel to the energies. You would, obviously, become sexually aggressive, and while there are many, many mares who would be taken with having a creature such as you around, I am sure you do not find the sentiment as pleasing.” She poured you another cup, holding out a hoof and bidding you to drink again. You obliged—your mind was reeling, and you felt light-headed, and Luna’s words seemed to echo in your skull.