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---- Late Night in Madison’s Hospital Room ----

The sound of the hospital machine pulses, tracking the heart beat of Madison. He lays in a bed with an IV drip in his arm, and a loose hospital gown draped over him. He objected of course, generally wanting to be naked over something so ugly, but the staff insisted.

In his lap is his laptop, him actively watching a movie. It is unfortunately a bad one, as he continues down his path of watching series of fantasy movies. Like committing to a match he doesn't think he will enjoy, he pushes through this horrible entry hoping there might be something of value in it. Something about struggling through the discomfort while seeking pleasure lingers with him as he watches a young girl with a magic pendant go on a shopping spree.

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His endurance long ago faded, and mental fortitude completely destroyed from the onslaught of potty humor, horrible acting, and juvenile writing, Madison his slipped off into slumber, the movie fresh in his mind as he begins to dream...

---- Inside the Dream - Madison’s Apartment ----

Madison: "Greetings again." I look up from my couch attempting to read a leather tome. Umbra is here too, but sleeping.

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BEDLAM: "What do you read?"

Madison: "I guess that rules that theory out." I smile, "The other day I received it in the mail... from the bar. I think it is a spell book." I close it holding up its cover, there is a pentagram engraved on it.

BEDLAM: "Are you able to read it?"

Madison: "No." I look down to Umbra sleeping under the coffee table. "I've been trying to decipher it some, but it's beyond me. Even tried doing that magic eyes newspaper thing where you cross your eyes and pull it away from you. Just gave me a headache."

BEDLAM: "What are you trying to accomplish?'

Madison: "Right now, I guess I'm trying to see what the book says." I smile looking up to you, "I was thinking of asking Plato about it, maybe try sending him a message. He's a wizard or something, right?"

BEDLAM: I nod. "He is magical, but he may laugh at the term 'wizard.' I understand some grimoire and most are guesswork"

Madison: "It's a mystery why this was sent to me." I slide the book under a cushion, "But I doubt that is the reason you came here tonight." I get up revealing that I'm completely nude under a blanket that was pulled over my waist. I unapologetically walk over to the kitchen. "Drink?"

BEDLAM: "Vodka. I came to see you." Looks at the book with disgust.

Madison: "I think I'm your favorite human lately." I smile as I grab some glasses, and reach for an unopened bottle. "It's amazing how much I'm drinking lately."

BEDLAM: I take the drink, but sit wordless. Watching you walk naked. My hand hefts your cock feeling it.

Madison: I close my eyes as you touch it. "Is this what you want tonight? I thought I was off limits?" My hand comes to yours, resting on your large fingers.

BEDLAM: "I explore you. I will test you. I feel no warding against it. You smell good. Speak. You sound disturbed."

Madison: "I just have a lot on my mind. Everything that is happening." I take a seat next to you, keeping my legs open so you can explore my rapidly hardening uncut cock. "Volos recruits me, weird stuff at the bar, you showing up constantly. Life is getting more complicated. Tobias is curious but hesitant to engage, and I may have a new teacher or two." I look into your eyes, stress brewing in mine. "I'm only human."

I catch myself, bringing my hand to my mouth, "Even that's not true anymore..."

BEDLAM: My tail slowly wraps your cock and holds it gently in three coils. "You have strength." My hand comes to your hand on your mouth. "Lift off some load you carry, or get stronger and manage. These are the two choices. You have untapped strength.” 'My hand touches your cock, peeling your foreskin back, and letting it return to position.

Madison: I feel your hand pulling back my skin, I try not to gasp as you do, but you can see my eyes dilating. "You know about that..." I say, wondering just how much you have been watching my life. I stand again. "Come with me please." I start moving towards the hallway.

BEDLAM: I rise and follow. The floor shakes lightly under my heavy weight

Madison: I make a shushing sound as we pass Umbra, him starting to perk up. I take you down the hallway, you now being able to see the door to my room. There is a "Game Over" sign on it. I open the door letting you see the inside, there are wrestling posters on the wall, a messy bed, clothes on the floor, and a dresser with some minor decorations on it. I move towards the queen sized bed, it is clearly too small for both of us. "Do you want to help me relax tonight?" I say moving forward without looking back.

BEDLAM: "Yes. I came for that."

Madison: "How considerate of you." I lay down on my bed facing up. "Could you close the door please?" I start to get comfortable, pulling the pillow up behind my head. You notice a few stains on the sheets and covers that are of questionable nature, though likely not blood.

BEDLAM: I close the door. Then I move to you laying. "You wish to unload while I hold you? A black claw drags over your chest, touching your nipple.

Madison: "Bedlam..." I look up to you, perhaps some fear in my eyes, but more clearly lust. "Hold me down." I tap the center of my chest, "I want to feel your strength. Hold me and milk me, enough for me to struggle, but not enough to injure me. Can I trust you to do this?" I place my hand on your claw.

BEDLAM: My smile deepens and my eyes flash to gold from red. I lay on top of you slowly. "I will milk you and bring you pleasure Madison Jones." My legs straddle your hips and my balls lay on yours, my tail wraps your cock with deliberate intent, the spade like the palm of a hand stroking your foreskin, and my chest smothers over your face hugging you in a warm force of engulfing muscle

BEDLAM: You smell cinnamon, hot metal, and musk emanating from my body

Madison: I take in your scent, it being enhanced by the gift of my new form. As you begin to milk me, I struggle in your grip, trying to push you off me, me grunting as I do so. Soon I grew sweaty as I struggle against your massive body, the mighty Bedlam being no match for me.

BEDLAM: Your struggles are arousing, and I understand deeper now. My arms CRUSH around your body pinning your arms to your sides. My tail jacking your cock and slowly you feel the point invading into your piss slit. CRUSHING squeeze around your body is painful and confining! "You may need your primal side to escape, young wolf."

Madison: The pain is getting too much for me, I cry out as you start to crush me. "No. Stop!" I call out, my eyes starting to glow with Ember Topaz brilliance. I start to cry out more as my body begins to change, brown hair starting to grow from my skin taking on an amber copper hue.

BEDLAM: YESSSS...there he is. Beautiful and terrible...."You cannot harm me. Feel your skin and fur and primal majesty!" I SQUEEZE HARD confining your arms, legs clamping over your legs crushing around them as they grow fur and claw. "Feel the change without fear!"

Madison: My body grows in size, the bed now straining from the weight of us on it. There is a snap as it breaks, us soon hearing Umbra yapping at the door. I grunt in pain, yet there is pleasure as you milk me, my limbs crushed yet a feeling of ecstasy. There is some pleading in my voice as the change nears its completion. *Stop, Bedlam. UGRH. STOP!* I continue to struggle, you clearly fearing a mix of rage, anger, embarrassment, and fear from me through our physical contact.

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BEDLAM: "Do not fear me. That is a waste. Do not fear YOU. That is a waste. Do not fear your tools." I hold you TIGHT jacking your cock. Slowly I relent power to let you breath but grab your passion and hold it. "Feel the pleasure. Find it." You feel my massive muscled body, huge chest engulfing your head in my arms and chest. "Cum. Now."

Copper Wolf: I cry out, almost a whimper, my cock shooting forth as you continue to jack me. With you smothering me, my maw latches onto some of your muscle, biting down, not that it could really harm you. My breath is heavy, you can feel me heaving the struggle slowing. My heart is racing, but my mind starts to clear as my thoughts turn from fear towards things that anger me. Just as my new teacher has been telling me, I think of the things that piss me off most; people disregarding the planet, littering and throwing away dirty containers, people disrespecting others... the man who raped me. You can feel the anger building up.

BEDLAM: I feel your cock erupt and groan deeply feeling your emotions - locked into your heart. Then your head turns to the bottled fury. "You feel it now. The anger you have had to swallow because you were powerless in that world. NOW you are not. Nothing can limit you now. Not even Bedlam." I pull my finger claw over my chest and slide my skin, a rivulet of blood leaks into your mouth. "Now, taste power."

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Copper Wolf: The building rage, you are right that in that moment, I can overcome anything. With you now trying to make me drink, though you may truly be offering me power, I fear the strings attached to it. A real man doesn't seek power, like we talked about it, it is hoisted upon him as is the responsibility of it he never asked for. I see the poster of my father among the wrestling posters on the wall, and though I hate him, his lessons he passed on still hold meaning...

I gather that rage, that will power, and with all my strength, I kick you off me in a moment of pure unrestrained power. *ENOUGH!* I call out laying there now, breathing heavily in my broken bed.

BEDLAM: You thrash and shove OFF you! I leap up and crouch near the door, my eyes pure gold. Your body in mid transformation. I leave you to breathe...

Copper Wolf: I start to rise, getting up on my hind legs, looking at you again more concerned than ever if you are friend or foe. *I wanted... I wanted some fun from you.* I am still breathing heavily, gasping between words, *Not for you to push yourself... or your power on me.* My eyes glow with burning orange embers behind the topaz coloring as I look at you. *Why did you do that?* I now demand, perhaps foolishly questioning my better.

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BEDLAM: I stand to my full height. "You gained pleasure. " Simple words.

Copper Wolf: "I relax, falling to my back again, my cum seeping through the fur of my loins. I start to revert back to a human. *Perhaps...* I look away from you, *Perhaps I wasn't ready for...* "For this." My voice returning to its normal human state.

BEDLAM: "Madison Jones. In one moment in bed, I took from you a decade of horror, showing you lessons you will need to survive. To survive being hunted by the mortals."

I step closer. "I will stop and be banished on your word."

Madison: I look up to you. "There are things I can learn from you." I start to rise, "But this..." I reach up and touch the drops of blood from your cut, "What will this do to me? Volo's blood made me a Copper Beast humans will fear. What will the blood of the mighty Bedlam do to me if I drink?"

BEDLAM: Blink. "It will give you strength. It has."

Madison: I look you in the eyes, "Promise me this isn't a trick. This isn't a trap."

BEDLAM: Head rocks to the left. Eyes run from pure gold to gold pupils. "Trick? ... Trap? Madison Jones, you soak in tricks and traps from your own kind. You just have grown to like their comfort. This is a trick - I am teasing you to learn from examples, not scars. This is a trap - you are now wolfen and cannot go back. Your will is more yours now that it has ever been.

"And that will always be your greatest discomfort. No one else to blame.” I sit on your floor cross legged.' Lay your head in my lap. Be still.

Madison: "I will consider your offer." There is a quiver in my voice as I drop to my knees, "I am afraid I will lose myself to this. You understand right?" My head drops to your lap, "The burden of a hero is that they never really wanted to be a hero at all..." My hands clench around your thigh as I accept your invitation for rest.

BEDLAM: My hand gently touches your hair. I rub your back and shoulders quietly. You feel a huge thick furry leg. "I am proud of you Madison Jones. You are doing well."

Madison: I lay there hugging you, Umbra's barks going ignored and eventually quieting. I know I've sold my soul once for a chance to extend my life and make amends. What happens now if I sell my soul again?

---- Hospital Room ----

Laying in the hospital bed, Madison is completely asleep, his laptop starting to shut down due to running low on power. He turns to his side, the machine sliding off his thigh next to him, it’s light now illuminating his gown showing a wet spot over his groin.

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Cuddling his pillow tightly, his breathing relaxes, the sound of the heart monitor reflecting a stable calm pulse. While the events of his dream life continue to grow more and more complicated, unknown to him, the events of this life are starting to calm. Weighing on his mind is the fate of his life as a Wrestler, and if he should let the struggle of chasing his father go. He is oblivious to the fact that this situation has already been cleaned up for him by another.

Published: 2021-08-31, viewed 120 times.