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Part 5 of 19 (Path A)
Friendship is … 12 A
Luca clung desperately to the last fragment of normality he could still grasp: he had to reach the mountain hut. In his mind, the building had become a lifeline, a place where perhaps someone could explain the chaos consuming him. But every meter of the journey became more exhausting. The physical strain and the persistent inner heat made him sweat heavily once again, the moisture darkening the soft violet fur across his body and giving it a silky sheen.
As he trudged onward, his entire awareness suddenly narrowed to a tiny spot on his chest. His nipples had become painfully hard, itching and burning with unbearable intensity. It was a deep, demanding sensation that threatened to drive him mad. The black T-shirt—the only piece of clothing he still wore—rubbed against the sensitive skin with every movement of his powerful shoulders. Every inch of fabric felt like sandpaper dragged across exposed nerves, pushing his senses to their limit.
Unable to endure the irritation any longer, he stopped, his limbs trembling. He grabbed the hem of the shirt and began pulling it over his head. It was an awkward struggle now that his arms were broader and the new points of his ears and the horn on his forehead kept catching the fabric. But the instant the rough cloth finally slid across his hardened nipples and broke contact with them, it happened:
A sudden surge of pure, electric sensation shot through his entire torso.
It wasn’t pain, but a wave so intense and unexpected that his knees nearly buckled beneath him. A loud, deep moan escaped his throat and echoed across the lonely pasture. He stood there bare-chested, the shirt hanging carelessly from one hoof-like hand as he breathed heavily.
The sensation in his chest did not fade. It felt as though the friction of the fabric had flipped some hidden switch, reigniting the primal hunger burning inside him. His chest now looked broader, more muscular, and the violet fur covering it almost seemed to vibrate with energy beneath the mountain sun.

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