A gruesome nightmare of the Robot Devil quickly turns into a wet dream.

(Human! Robot Devil; horrific elements; Beelzy's POV)

Sorry for the long wait. To make it up, here is chapter three y'all been waiting for! The human version of the Robot Devil is a fanart done by MissusPatches.

This third chapter was based off of iRoach13's many chapters of "Nightmares Get Me Hot."

My vision had turned blurry the first few moments until I can finally see clearly now. A beating headache came to me afterwards and I sat up with a pained groan, rubbing my eyes as I do so. I shook it off; putting my hand to my head, I could feel warmness coming into contact instead of the coldness of metal. Doing a shocked gasped, I pulled my hand away to see that I had a human hand. I looked wildly around the room I woken up in and found a slightly cracked mirror propped-up on the wall like a rag doll. I got up and ran up to it and looked at my reflection: indeed, I was human. Of course, if Bender were here then he would say it was coincidental and not ironic. Looking at my now human self, I saw that I still had some of my devil-like features: my horns, my tail, and my sharp teeth. And also got red hair. Some of my robot body fearures were now clothes.

I walked a few steps back from the mirror and looked around the enviroment I was in. I knew it was a room, a bedroom; but it looked like as if nobody lived here. The corner walls were rotting away, the floors were old and creaking loudly with each step I took. I looked at the bed I woke up in, there was no bed frame and it was only an old mattress with many stains with a questioning past. The room was completely windowless.

I began to question myself on how I got here in the first place. Did I managed to get kidnapped and held hostage here? Sure, I have a lot of enemies, but I wasn't hated enough or targetted to be a victim. I remembered that I was going to Leela's apartment just to hang out, not remembering anything else. But...how did I become humanized? That was a lingering question still in me. I knew one thing though: I needed to get out; and find a way.

Looking around the room again, I spotted the easiest thing there is: the door. the rectangular wood was already peeling away a coat of white paint, streakes of black were making the brown wood look very ugly. I grabbed the doorknob and wiggled it a bit, making sure it wasn't locked. It opened without making a sound at all. My eyes were still adjusting as a only saw darnkess of a hallway. Were my eyes really that messed-up? Or was I just going colorblind? Blinking hard at least a few times, still darkness. I was beginning to think that I was in a dungeon, I kneeled to the ground and placed a hand on the floor, feeling carpet. I was in the hallway all right.

Moving my hand to the right, I felt something hard and metal, it clicked when my fingers hit it. I quickly began to feel it, feeling a bulbous hard head with a slim body, along with something rubbery at the bottom. I realized that it was a flashlight and picked it up, I clicked at the rubbery bottom of the flashlight and a beam of white light blinded me, squinting hard until the pain got away in my eyes. I pointed the flashlight North and—already knowing—a stretched hallway with many doors were there. There was still darkness at the bottom.

I breathed through my nose and began to walk away from the room I wakened in. As I walked, I was pointing my flashlight to the sides of the hallway where the doors were, all of the knobs were dull and dusty and the wallpaper was already peeling, curling down. I kinda want to know what was lying beyond the doors, but I didn't want to waste any of my time finding a way out. My feet then stopped as I noticed a door that was different from the others, the black sheep. Instead of a golden tan, it was covered in red. I kneeled to the knob, holding out a pointed finger where I touched it, and then the tip of my finger was painted a maroon.

"What the...?" I motioned my flashlight to the floor, where a puddle of the red liquid was seeped into the carpet. I was shaking, I was all alone with nobody and felt completely exposed to where a monster or something filled with horror try to come up to me behind and drag me into the shadows.

I swallowed. I then spotted my circle of light was now showing me a spot of red out of the circle, I moved it more quickly and more maroon showed. I accidentally dropped my flashlight to where it showed me the rest of the hallway, which made me also sting my eyes to the brink of tears, filled with horror.

It was a slaughterhouse, the walls were full of streaks of blood, doors full of scattered, bloody handprints that were swiped, splatters of the liquid on the ceiling, and dry puddles in the carpet. There were messages that were bold and red: the left side of the wall had "GET OUT!" in all caps. The second one was slanted on the right where it was directly on the door, "Save yourself." The last one, the very last one..."HE is coming for you!" was on the wall. I never felt so scared in my life. Who was "HE"?

Suddenly, a noise was heard and I immediately begin to panic in fear. The sound was like nails clicking to the walls very impatiently. I sat down next to the bloodied door, my back sliding down on the wall as I turned off my flashlight and held it closely to my chest. I listened to the sounds. The clicking of nails were now followed by the growl of a feral thing, it sounded far away. I closed my eyes shut, screwing them tightly. The nails and growling now had a third noise of walking. Warm tears fell down as I whimpered quietly. I just wanted to go, get out of here, end all this! The sounds were growing more close, to the point where they were now in front of me. A sound of metal groaning loudly was heard in front of me. Then, I slightly gagged when a metallic stench of death was aired in my face, smelling of blood. There was nothing afterwards, thinking that the thing was already gone, I opened my eyes where two red shiny dots were staring right at me.

I was then lashed to the floor when something threw me down. I grunted as I hit the hard floor. I clicked my flashlight on and saw the face of Francis for a quick second until I was knocked off of the flashlight and was pinned to the floor, sharp things were trying to penetrate my shoulders. A loud screech was in my face with a heavy scent of blood. I did the only thing I did: beg for mercy.

"Please! Don't do this! Don't kill me!"

I heard the flashlight roll and it created a beacon for me to see the monster that was pinning me. I was...utterly shocked. The monster pinning me—it was a twisted, corrupted version of Francis, only this wasn't the Francis I knew. He was taller than me, eight feet. Instead of a mouthplate were these pairs of sharp, glistening silver teeth with a demon's tongue. I can see a pair of metal wings that were all standing and looked like a bunch of sharp knives. His usual clamps were now replaced by pointy black hands digging into my skin still. His yellow eyes now black with red irises.

The nightmare Francis growled lowly as he released his hard grip on my shoulders, almost like as if he was recognized me. Something about him was making me feel weird inside me. He stood up now, all tall and mighty, and grabbed me and threw myself over his shoulder, I yelped as he did so. I sensed that the flashlight was bothering him as he growled at the flashlight over his shoulder, snarling his teeth, and kicked the torch, shattering it and its light was gone. I gasped a little. I can feel him moving; he was walking. I wanted to squirm and kick him and whip his face with my tail but I couldn't, I just stayed still on his shoulder. His black hand on my lower back so I wouldn't fall.

I couldn't bear in silence so I piped out. "Wh...Where are you taking me?" I asked in a meekly tone, he huffed. Who knows where he could take me: take me to a chamber where a bunch of mutilated corpses were in a pile of their own flesh, bones, and blood all in one sitting. Or take me somewhere so he could kill me then eat my flesh. The walking and stopped where I heard a door opened and I was then thrown onto a bed. It wasn't the one I woken up too, it was almost something you would see in a luruxy hotel. The room was still windowless, but there was light coming from the two lamps that were on nightstands so I can get a better image of the feral version of Francis.

It was exaclty as mentioned. He was much taller than me. Sharp teeth. Wings that were sliver and sharp-looking. Black hands. And the red eyes that watched me closely. The only thing I didn't notice were the black leather pants he was wearing, how did he even get those? I kept looking at him. It was also pretty clear that he was building an abs structure, I can see a visible six-pack.

I mentally slapped myself, how can I be thinking of this...this blood-thirsty monster clone of Francis in the room when I have the real one?! God, it was making me lose my mind. It was then when a thought came to my mind: Incubuses. Those sex-craving demons. I've read of them in a mythology book in a library. They'd have sex with you in your sleep. Basically taking advantage of you, raping you. If this were a incubus, I would wake up to it, not being dragged into a room with a clone of your partner.

The feral Francis growled before snapping his jaws, making a bear-trap trigger sound. I snapped my attention to him, I didn't know what he even wanted. He snarled his teeth at me before his red eyes dazed down. I followed them only to come across what the leather pants were appearing. The pants contained a bulge that was so noticeable. I slapped my hand over my mouth, after that, pulling it away. I realized what he wanted now.

"Do you want me to...?" I pointed a finger at his pants then at myself. The feral Francis did a bow of his head once, signalling a "yes." Since he was close to the bed, I basically just crawled until I sat there. Seeing the bulge on his pants up close made me see how big he was. Swallowing, I reached to his leather clothing and gripped the waist-line of the pants, my fingers inside them as I moved them closer, undoing the knot that held the pants together. The knot was pretty tight, but I managed to loosen it. I heard the nightmare Francis huff out, exhaling as his chest puffed then got down. Getting back to what I was ordered to do, I already saw the base of the shaft and gripped it, pulling out the length that was four inches more than Francis' usual length. A full length of twelve inches.

My throat began to coat itself with a thick coat of saliva, resulting me to swallow. A low scowl was heard from above and a black sharp hand which had his fingers moving into my scalp, gripping my head. I thought for a second that he was to twist my head, snapping the lesions in my neck which would kill me, only to realize he was just putting his hand on my head. The feral Francis took his hand away from my head, instead, he placed both of those sharp hands on my sides. I worried that he was going to rip me from limb-to-limb, his hands were like sharp knives as if they were going to puncture my body. But it didn't happen, I was picked up and was placed closely to him, his arms holding me tightly to his chest.

I didn't know why, but, it was almost like as if the monster was Francis, just a nightmare version of him. It felt strange just having him hold me close. I heard the feral Francis moved again, this time he was placing his knees on the bed, the mattress creaking as he did, and laid me on the bed on my back. I quickly scooted up on the pillows so I sit up. He growled when I moved away from him and grabbed my ankle and was pulled down way more than when he laid me down. I could feel his length on my thigh, I wanted scoot up back where the pillows were but I feared he was going to pull me down again. He was going to get his way.

His chest puffed up again and went down, placing both of those sharp hands on me again. He reached down to where two yellows buttons held my red vest together, he was trying his best to unclinge them without cutting them off. It was a struggling success for him as he managed them off and put it aside on the nightstand. My shirt was pulled off quickly and tossed away. Looking down at my human form, it was shown that I had pale skin. I tensed up when I could feel his fingers on my pants. Goddamn it, why was I getting naked from him when I was suppose to fight him off? And how come I was going to sleep with him?

Swallowing once more, the waistline of my pants were getting tugged slowly down. I never felt so ashamed, I was actually going to have intercourse with him! They were already off, I immediatally saw that just before this hellish nightmare of mine's had some things that the real world knew: I had no genitalia of any kind; I was basically agender.

The other Francis growled once more, leaning into me more closely, his throbbing shaft placed directly on my private region. I clenched my eyes shut and winced, why did he have to be so big? I heard his mouth open with a sicking creak of it, the tongue rolled down, coated in a pinkish saliva. His tongue slithered towards my neck, surrounding it, then licked it. I clenched my hands to the sheets to the bed, trying to not downright moan. His tongue continued to slither down myself more, feeling his shaft moving, too. I could feel the thin muscle just moving down to where my lower region is, collecting some sweat along the way, while trying not to make any noise whatsoever. All I had to do was just clutch onto anything my fingers could dig into and wince.

After the feeling of his shaft on me anymore, the feral Francis had full-on access to my lower half and spread my legs open, his wings fluttering lightly. I did a small gasp when his hands were on my thighs, so they could stay open. I thought that he was doing this so he could get a sweet flavor out of me, to eat me alive, and this was so worth it. One of his fingers grazed over my thigh and placed it right on my crotch, rubbing it a bit. I groaned a bit.

"Just be careful, okay? I don't want you to hurt me."

The feral Francis did a single bow to the head, knowing that he was going to be gentle with me. I really hoped so. His mouth opened once more, the pinkish tongue was out again, he planted it at the bottom of my region before slowly moving up to the top where it slithered back to his mouth, where he took a savory lick. My legs felt like they were going to give out, it was so good. He repeated it the second time afterwards to get my reaction to his tongue licking me, where I gave him a outed moan, signaling him to keep going. He kept repeating this action on me, where it made me a mess. I offered him a chance to speed his pace if he wanted but he turned it down, wanting to keep savoring me in a slow manner. It didn't long for the nightmare version of Francis gleefully finding a spot in my lower half where I was almost on the verge of climax. I didn't came yet, but I was close. The snake-like tongue was now grazing me once more, going in the same up-and-down motion before drawing back only lick me to the very top where I completely lost it and released fluid.

My head plopped right back onto the pillows once more, panting heavily from my orgasm. I could feel myself throb and twitch, along with my private area being wet with kinds of fluids: liquids from orgasm and a slime-like substance from arousal. I could feel my stomach turning into knots, wanting to be relaxed from sexual courses. The feral Francis moved his upper body up again, gripping my legs so his length was positioned at my area. I whimpered in fear; twelve inches was probably going to be a challenge for me. He probably sensed my fear of his shaft going inside me and caress the top of area so I could distracted my trepidatious expression. My legs were now around his waist as the tip was massaging its way up.

I was already being aroused by five inches already as I moaned underneath him, now up to the limited length I was usually pleased of until the extra four inches were just slammed into me, a shriek escaped me. It...It felt weird, having a full length of twelve going on me felt extremely pleasurable. I could feel it twitch and throb.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and the feral monster rocked his hips, feeling his shaft going very deep inside before pulling out and slamming it back in me. The moving length hit every spot that it could find along with some new ones that I didn't even know they were there. I was such a moaning mess and clung onto his shoulders, my human fingers being careful around his wings so I wouldn't cut myself. I could feel his cold body rubbing against mine, feeling his chest and abs structure. I came hard, already now trying to build a second orgasm coming along. The feral Francis growled and his change of speed was now a bit fast.

I moaned: "O-Oh...Francis..." tears were running down my eyes and blurry my vision. One of my hands moved to the back of his head and I was clinging onto him so tight. His hands moved from my sides and was holding onto my backside, still rocking his hips up inside me. Words and unfinished sentences were running out of my mouth rather quickly. "Francis, I'm close...go faster..." He obeyed my sentences and begin to drill into me, my second orgasm came along and I was unravelled. I heard him growl ferociously before clenching onto me tightly, filling me up to the brim with a black fluid. He laid me back down on the bed, taking a moment to go down on me again and proceed to lap up my flooded entrance. He got off the bed and walked towards the door, his pants still on but not covering his length, he opened his wings gleaming and a shiny silver, a sultry prowl was heard from him and walked out.

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I woke up the next morning, I wasn't in Francis' bed but rather Leela's bed. I was covered in head-to-toe in musky sweat. I looked down at myself to see I was back to me robot self. It was all just a dream. I heard heavy steps coming from somewhere and Leela entered into her bedroom with a green coat. She looked at me with a warm smile.

"Good, you're awake finally. I was worried there for a sec last night that you were put in a coma." Leela said to me. I shook my head with a groan.

"What did happen last night?" I asked her, she responded.

"Well, you came over to my apartment for about a hour or two before you complained of a fever. I checked you out and you just got a little cold coming down so I offered to let you stay here so you get plenty of rest." Leela told me. So all I just had was nothing but a fever dream, that was all. I felt pretty much better now, I heard the keys jangle and Leela had the keys to the ship. I sat up.

"Where are you going?"

"Pharmacy, you still have some symptoms of the cold so I might as well pick up some medicine up. I'll be back soon," Leela was about to leave, only to stop and turn her head back to me. "Oh, and one more thing: hope that wet dream was great."

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