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"Target last spotted nearby," grizzled the soldier's talkie-walkie, "Stay alert."

The young man, fully clad in military gear, nodded. "Copy," he quickly spit in his radio, before putting his hands right back on the trigger of his assault rifle. He slowly walked through the bushes, his night vision goggles scanning the forest around him.

"Little bitch hid herself in the woods... Clever girl," he muttered to himself.

A snap of branches caught his attention. He quickly aimed his rifle, just in time to see a dark shadow fade behind the trees.

"Target may be nearby, stand by," he said through his radio, warning his squadmates.

Slowly, finger on the trigger, he creeped closer to the spot where the noise originated from. A sudden *clack* echoed through the small clearing as something hit his helmet. He immediately looked up, seeing a much clearer shadow over his face, but before he could even react, something liquid violently burst out of whatever had been above him, instantly blinding him.

"CON-- MMMFF!!"

The moment his head was smothered, the warm, squishy goop flooded his mouth, gagging him. He instinctively reached for his face; a fatal mistake, as the moment his fingers sank into the putty-like material, his fate was sealed. He tugged at it violently, but as much as it stretched like rubber, everytime it yanked right back into his face, refusing to break. He tried to reach for his talkie-walkie, but his hands were now glued to the material, which was spreading along his arms as well as down his neck.

" MMmff! HMRRRRMMGH!"

A solid gag stretched his mouth open, muffling most of the noises coming from him. It spread further down his throat, nearly silencing him entirely. He began barreling through the bushes, hoping to perhaps run into one of his squadmates, but without being able to see, the white mass of living goop was free to yank him into the path of a tree, causing him to knock himself over from bumping into it. He fell on the ground, struggling harder than ever, his legs kicking like crazy while his entire upper body was now smothered in the gum-like substance. It all poured out from a shiny mask sitting on his face: a pair of glowing blue eyes surrounded by red line tattoos, slightly reminiscent of a certain sun deity. Golden orbs ending in a swirl surrounded the sides of the mask like headphones, and sprouting from the top was a pair of pointed wolf ears. The wolf mask's bright white irises looked down, the goop spreading over his body, washing away his features: blood-red cloth burst from around his neck, forming a long scarf; two bulges pushed out of his chest, forming a pair of luscious, shapely breasts, which were promptly emphasized by a black latex harness wrapping around the transforming man's torso. The shiny material wrapped around his arms, sculpting a pair of muscled biceps with a handful of gray-blue swirl motifs. Two thick, protective black gauntlets wrapped around the shiny white hands, wrapping around the base of the middle fingers.

An annoyed sigh echoed out of the mask, and the wolfess' hands moved up, grasping the soldier's still jerking head to stabilize it and keep the mask on correctly. Her arms still twitched weakly, the soldier below still trying to fight for freedom, but his leg-kicking was growing weaker by the second, the material now past below his knees. It bulged, the latex defining into a pair of ripped, heavily muscled thighs. Anywhere the soldier's body was covered seemed to stop struggling, until finally, lying down in the grass was nothing more but a wolfess made of latex, clad in gear similar to a ninja. Shin guards protected her lower legs, with her toes ending in the shape of tabi shoes.

She swiftly got up, her eyes scanning her surroundings: no witnesses, good. This meant getting rid of the rest of her pursuers was going to be easy.

"Quiet, now," she said in a distinct feminine voice, the soldier inside now nothing more than a host for her. She further invaded his insides, completely silencing him; this was going to be sufficient for now, and she'd deal with him later. There were certainly more goons headed her way.

Shiro's ears twitched; snapping branches, rustling in the leaves. With her powerful legs she lunges into a tree. Not even a minute later, another armed soldier comes in, ready to shoot at the tiniest hint of danger. Unfortunately for him, he was up against a cunning predator. Fast as lightning, she bounced from her branch, crashing onto him harder than a truck. She constricted her strong arms around his throat, cutting his air flow, while delivering a swift, deadly knee strike to his crotch. He let out a pitiful, choked whimper of pain, not even finding time to fire a single bullet before being incapacitated, the white goop already swallowing him.

The wolfess absorbed him at an alarming rate; within a minute the soldier was completely gone, as if erased from existence. Another snap directed her gaze to the right: two armed men were pointing their weapons at her.

"CONTACT!" the first of them barked into his radio, before the other opened fire.

With inhuman reflexes, Shiro immediately dodged the first wave of bullets before vanishing into the woods. This was an annoying turn of events; now the entire squad was going to swarm the immediate vicinity. Of course, it was nothing she couldn't deal with, but it likely meant wasting more energy spent in dispatching them quickly.

"The target is gone," explained the second soldier over the radio, panickedly aiming his rifle all over the place as the wolfess moved in the shadows, causing noises to come from everywhere, "She's still nearby! Requesting immediate backup!"

The rustling stopped-- Shiro jumped out of the shadows, pouncing at the first soldier and delivered a violent kick to his head; a wet SCHPLAP! echoed as a blast of white goop washed over his head, beginning to spread over his body. She then reached for the second hunter's rifle and yanked it out of his hands, before delivering a powerful, incapacitating chop to his neck, then followed with immediately making him sink into her body. While she slowly absorbed him, the other was transforming into another identical copy of Shiro; the soldier's body inside was nothing more than a squeaky puppet now, letting out muffled groans and pleas of help while his body moved against his will. Shiro cupped her clone's chin, and despite the lack of mouth on that masked face, the soldier inside shivered - as much as he could given his current state - at the ominous grin he could swear she was making.

"You will do just fine... Now come. We will dispatch the rest of your friends together."