Sword in hand, Lavinia of the Tenth strode purposefully towards Nivix. She did her best to keep her scowl from deepening, though it was hard not to, given the unbridled displays of magic around herself.

The Izzet were nothing more than lawless, jumped-up little spell-freaks, and the sooner she was out of here, the better. Unfortunately, the soldier’s mission didn’t seem to be an easy one.

Today she was going to tell Niv Mizzet, the Dracogenius Firemind, to stop doing something he really, really wanted to do.

Just the thought of it made her sigh with exasperation. There were times that she wanted to tell the Living Guildpact right where he could shove his orders; but Jace had been given the title for a reason. He knew best, even if best wasn’t always good for her mental state.

“Hey gorgeous, wanna check out the rocket races? I hear Fireflincher’s using one of Melek’s last inventions!” Asked a man dressed in the blue and red robes of the Firemind’s own.

Lavinia addressed him with a sharp glare. “Listen to me, you sleazy Izzet. Redundancy of those words aside, the chances of me even considering your offer are about the same as you finding company in bed tonight.”

He didn’t respond for a moment, either because he was too offended by her words, or because he didn’t know how to respond to an Azorious lawmage speaking so frankly.

Unable to resist another jibe, Lavinia smirked. “Means no.”

If there was one thing that was guaranteed to piss off an Izzet, it was condescension. Apparently if you thought of yourself as the smartest person in the room on a daily basis, it tended to leave you a little thin-skinned.

“Hey, bitch.” He glared, rapidly changing his tone. “You know, I was just trying to be nice… Maybe you’ll see what I’m like when I don’t.” As he spoke, lightning crackled around his body. Lavinia was sure that if she allowed another second to pass, she’d be tasting a dose of famed Izzet staticasting.

It was almost a pity she wasn’t going to allow another second to pass, no doubt that would have been rather impressive.

Lavinia smirked and flexed a hand towards the man, a well-practiced spell binding his hands and dissipating the oncoming attack. The average Azorius mage would require a scroll to cast such a spell, but Lavinia was hardly average.

She laughed heartily as the Izzet mage yelped, azure rings forcing his hands behind his back. “And maybe you’ll see the inside of a cell for the rest of your life. You’re under arrest for… Well, I could list the charges, but that would take at least an hour.”

The man grunted; then yelped as she forced him to his knees. Honestly, it was the little things like this that made her job worth it. As nice as it was to receive due thanks from lawful Ravnicans, nothing brought joy to her heart like arresting an Izzet or Rakdos guildsworn.

“Not bad.” A light female voice called from her left.

Lavinia turned in slight surprise, finding a woman dressed in strange clothes she didn’t recognize, almost like those of the regular visitors she entertained as Deputy of the Gatewatch.

“I take it you’ve come to talk about the business of… planes?” Lavinia asked, momentarily fumbling for the correct word. If it had been anyone else but Jace who’d told her of the existence of other realities, she’d have called them a nutter. With him, she simply thought it; but respected him enough to play along.

“I’m sorry, but the Guildpact is away on such business at the moment. Something to do with a friend’s mother.” She continued, settling into the role of a diplomat with ease. “But if you’d like-”

“Yeah, yeah.” The newcomer cut her off, waving a hand dismissively. “Extensive bullshit I don’t have the time for, arduous words befitting of someone who thinks herself smarter than she is. I’m not here for your little Planeswalker friends, I’m here for you.”

That set Lavinia on edge. She paused, taking a step back to prepare one of her stronger detainment spells. Sure, it might drop some of… All of the nearby Izzet, but the type of people Jace claimed were from other ‘planes’ tended to be made of sterner stuff than the locals.

“I’m afraid we’re not acquainted.” Spoke the lawmage, her magic rising to a crescendo. “We’ll have plenty of time to get acquainted in a New Prahv interrogation room.”

“Oh, I very much doubt that.” The strange woman smirked, lifting one of her hands and clicking her fingers.

It was a counterspell stronger than anything Lavinia had ever faced, even than those from her own guild’s masters. She actually recoiled from the force of it, her planned attack shattering from the blow.

Quickly, the Azorius mage readied her sword, only to find it was no longer on her armor. On that note, she couldn’t quite feel her armor on her body anymore, either.

Lavinia spared a glance downward to her body, outrage clear on her face as she realized she was naked as the day she was born. She summoned another spell to hit the intruder with, only to shudder as the woman speared her fingers towards Lavinia’s brain.

“Sorry, miss ‘Lavinia-of-the-Tenth-Oh-Look-My-Title-Has-Extra-Words-I’m-So-Important’, but I’m just a step above you.” She smirked, and with that she jabbed her fingers forward.

It was the strangest feeling of Lavinia’s life, her mind feeling instantly stuffed and slow. She recoiled back from the stranger, shaking her head. “Wha-what did you do to me?”

She could feel her pussy getting warmer, at total odds with the panic that was beginning to flood her heart. The lawmage shook out her head again, only to whimper as she saw her brown hair was lightening; becoming a glowing blonde.

“Well, wouldn’t you like to know? The overall spell is much too complicated for your mind to understand, even before I started to lower your IQ. Let’s just call it ‘bimboification’ and leave it at that, mn?” The stranger chuckled, folding her arms and watching her handiwork unfold.

“IQ… Lower? Wait, I’m not a bimbo…” The words felt funny in Lavinia’s mouth, and not just because her lips were swelling.

They weren’t the only thing that was swelling either, her breasts stretching out; an invisible tension causing her to gasp breathlessly. “Nggghoood, what are you doing? Like, I’m not a dummy bimbo person!”

Lavinia whimpered loudly at how stupid she sounded, though it was getting harder and harder to think of herself as anything but. Her mind was fogging up, a dam being built in front of higher thoughts. True to the strange woman’s words, her IQ was plummeting.

“Aren’t you? Go on, try and fight it. Maybe if you show off how smart you are, I’ll consider reverting my changes.”

Lavinia nodded to the promise eagerly, breasts bouncing as her ass inflated. “Like, I’m all kinds of smarty! I know alla the rules around here, like totally! Like… These spelly-welly jerks around here are stupidheads!”

“‘Stupidheads’.” The woman replied flatly, rolling her eyes. “Well, you’ve done it. You’ve impressed me, congratulations.”

Unfortunately for Lavinia, she was too dumb to appreciate sarcasm at the moment. Instead, she bounced on her heels excitedly, jiggling her assets further for the benefit of a growing crowd. “Like, yay! So does that, like, mean I get my prize? I wanna be all smarty again! Lavinia smartypants!”

“Honestly, the name’s too good for you.” The woman replied coolly, chuckling. “Though I do appreciate how it reminds me of the phrase ‘Love in ya’, so I suppose I’ll let you keep it… Especially since you’ll be the biggest slut on Ravnica.”

Lavinia gasped in surprise, only to groan as her eyes fogged over further; breath beginning to come in sharp, hitching pants. She was hotter than she ever was in her life; a primal need filling her. Her thighs plumped and her breasts grew even further until they were enhanced to a borderline Simic degree.

She wasn’t a slut, she only liked the taste of dick. And the feel of it. And the sight and smell of it. “Like, I like want some cock right now, hehe!” Lavinia giggled, all thoughts of the woman she’d been gone. “I’m like, such an airhead, I’d better find someone to fuck!”

“Yes, you’d better.” The woman grinned. “And if your old friends ever find you, tell them that Sora Ruhig sends her regards.”

“Like, will do, Miss Sora!” Lavinia giggled, clapping her hands as the woman vanished with a clap of air and a flash of light. “Cooly! Magic tricks like this totally, like, get me wet!”

She laughed, turning to the man another her had been so close to imprisoning. “So like, how would you like to turn me on? Promise I’ll totally give you the best cum of your life!”