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Part 12 of 21 (Path B)
Friendship is … 12 B
Luca was seized by naked fear. In shock, he stared down at his arms, which were now completely covered in a dense layer of short fur of an unnatural violet color. When he touched his face with trembling hands, his fingers no longer brushed over soft human skin, but over a long, firm muzzle. His ears had stretched far upward and taken on the shape of horse ears, while behind him a long, heavy tail lashed nervously through the wind.
Completely horrified by this monstrous transformation and the bizarre, uncontrollable pulsing within his hips, he made a panicked decision: Forget the mountain cabin. He had to turn back immediately. He needed help — and fast. Maybe there was someone down in the village, or a doctor, who knew what had happened up here.
With shaky, awkward steps, he began the hurried descent. The steep path back into the valley felt completely alien beneath his altered, elongated, hoofed feet, and exhaustion quickly began to take its toll. As he rushed down the mountainside, the skin across his upper body suddenly began to itch unbearably. It was a deep, burning irritation that nearly drove him insane.
Without thinking or even stopping, he grabbed the hem of his black T-shirt. The garment, which already felt strangely oversized and loose on him, was pulled off in one hasty motion and carelessly thrown to the side of the trail.
Now bare-chested, he continued down the slope, his gaze fixed rigidly upon the distant rooftops of the village. Luca was far too consumed by exhaustion and panic over the thought of the villagers to notice the subtle yet unstoppable processes taking place within his penis at that very moment. He failed to realize how the intense erection of his equine dick was slowly fading; the dark, powerful shaft began to shrink unnoticed, withdrawing millimeter by millimeter.
At the same time, the entire dynamic of his gait began to change. His waist narrowed subtly, while his hips took on a softer, gently curved shape. His silhouette was becoming slowly yet inevitably more feminine. Breathing heavily and marked by the eerie magic of the highlands, he continued onward, while the violet fur shimmered beneath the pale mountain sunlight and every step pushed him closer toward a community that would soon barely recognize a man in the wandering creature approaching from above.
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