When Professor deWinter (better known as Purity) suddenly goes missing from the University, the whole AGC team gets in on the search for one of their bestest super-friends. What none of them can possibly know is that their unicorn friend has been kidnapped by none other than herself from another dimension! A twisted and perverted form of the heroine known as Purity...except this tentacle-wielding tank goes by 'Depravity' instead.

Late that night, it's DuraBelle that winds up sifting through the Professor's office on campus to try and figure out what's happened. The bunny is oblivious, as usual, that she's not the only one with an interest in Purity and her life in THIS dimension. The redhead sifting through countless files and schedules, along with an alarming number of the Professor's notes to herself: "Izzabelle's term paper STILL due. :( "

A bit of green glow out of the corner of her eye is the only warning the AGC's indestructible icon gets before Depravity makes her presence known and sweeps in behind the busied bun! Tentacles and hands lashing out to grip and grab, prying inquisitively at the superbun's curves and her costume!

"What the....hey!" DuraBelle exclaims, as a glowing green tongue curls out for a taste of her.

"My my, I have such tasty friends in this world. Like fresh strawberries. Let's get you out of this ridiculous costume so I can taste the rest of you! You're going to join that inferior version of me soon enough!"

Uh-oh!

With the so-called Scholar-ship not-so-safely tucked away and 'occupied' by a bevy of our sinuous, shadowy servitors - we can now turn to our primary cause to be here: to punish their persistently procrastinating pupil. We had but to wait, patiently biding our time while they searched for their mentors.

It wasn't long before opportunity presented itself, the scantily clad superheroine slipping surreptitiously into offices at night to find clues on her co-hort's whereabouts.

Seriously, was kind of costume is she wearing? We have seen succubi with more on.

No matter, though, as we shifted from shadow to shadow, slipping closer and closer - until it was almost child's play to ensnare them in our tendrils, to seize their nubile body in our hands, and whisper darkly in their ear as they gasped in delicious alarm.

Of course, they didn't know it was too late, that our victory was certainly assured as we took a measured taste of them - of their fear, their desire...

"My my, we have such tasty friends in this world. Like fresh strawberries. Let's get you out of this ridiculous costume, so we might taste the rest of you, dear!"

Her struggles only added spice to an already tantalizing meal, and as we gripped her curvy form, we whispered in one of those long, lush ears. "You're going to join that inferior version of us soon enough!"

And then, we *feasted* on such lusts as one can only enjoy with an unbreakable body... and when we were done, and energized from the delights we drew from her... we took her to reunite with her precious professors so they might acknowledge our superiority.

Perhaps we should get the matched set?