Chapter 102

Her tail thumped faster, and she let out a low woofof approval as she clambered to her feet.

A rustling in the bushes behind her made the dog whirl around, a faint growl tickling the back of her throat.

“Easy, girl,” Matt cooed, grabbing her collar. “It’s only Vic.”

But was it?

As Matt watched, the tip of a tufted tail broke through the leaves. He laughed. “Yes! I knew it! Vic, you’re going to hate this one.”

“This one what?” Vic asked, his voice gruffer than usual.

He continued to back out, and Matt grinned at the sight. The bare soles of Vic’s feet had grown thick and dark, like the pads on a lion’s paw. His toenails curved into claws, and tawny fur sprouted from his ankles and the tops of his feet, then ran up both muscular legs. His ass was covered in longer fur that wrapped around his groin and waist like a loincloth, but Matt could see where the tail joined the base of his spine just above the two moons of his ass.