4 comments/ 6577 views/ 10 favorites Pitbull By: panther1282 "Jamika girl I can't wait to get inside this party. When I get in here, I'm going to get my first drink, get drunk, and dance my ass off. Hell I deserve it!" Tamara Dee said standing in line with her best friend, Jamika Debarge. Jamika rolled her eyes. "You mean get drunk and get raped?" Tamara gave Jamika a playful shove. "You know what? You need to relax. Not every dude in the hood wants to dog or hurt you." "Dudes in the hood have nothing I want." "Well, when we get inside I'm going to find you a man." Tamara promised. Jamika rolled her eyes again. "I rather you not." "Girl stop play'in, you know I have your back." Tamara chuckled but Jamika didn't join her. To Jamika, men around the neighborhood were the same old, same old men from the hood. She dated some of them out of curiosity and to defy her mother. But once she was way deep in the relationship, it wasn't what she expected. All they do was smoke, drink, and sell drugs. The average stereotypical ghetto black man from the hood. And the sex wasn't all that either. If that's the case she would have somebody in her life by now. She was fed up. Fed up with poor ass black men who instead of getting a real job and ambitions, they wanted to be drug dealing, poor ass, niggas. No real job, no clean money, and plain out boring. And she sees the same lame ass niggas every damn day. After they got into the club Jamika felt even more depressed. The whole club was crowded with men she has seen in the hood (And others she didn't recognize) who looked darker than the club itself. Jamika turned to Tamara with scowl look even though she wasn't looking. One thing she hated was being in a club full of the same skin as hers. It filled up the building and she felt smothered. Either that or damn right claustrophobic. Jamika didn't know how but Tamara took her friend by the hand and guided them through the crowd of dancing people until they made it too the bar. A big bald headed black man with muscles as big and wide as Jamika's torso was behind the bar serving drinks. After taking care of a couple of people, he drew his attention to Jamika and Tamara. "What'll it be?" The bartender asked. "I would like a sex on the beach," Tamara answered and turned to Jamika waiting for her answer. "A apple martinee." Jamika answered. "An apple martinee please?" Tamara repeated. The bartender nodded and went off to the other side of the bar to fix their drinks. Jamika and Tamara turned to the crowd watching the people (Probably drunk) dancing and conversating about whatever that was none interesting. "So what'll you think?" Tamara asked. "What'll I think about what?" Jamika retorted. "You know, about the cute guys in here?" Jamika sighed. "Girl there are no cute guys in here." Tamara's jaw dropped but was not surprised. "Are you blind or something? There are a lot of cute guys in here." "No girlfriend, there are a lot of thugs in here. I'm not looking for that right now." "Well you do live in the hood, so you might as well get used to them." "Get used to what? Ghetto ass fools who want to hit this so they can get me barefoot and pregnant 3 or 5 times while they spend the rest of their miserable lives selling drugs so we can get by. No thank you." Tamara was started to understand where Jamika was coming from. "So you are looking for an educated nigga?" Jamika smirked. "Better than a dumb one." "Here you go ladies." The bartender said placing both drinks on the bar with a clamp. "That will be $12.50." Since the drinks were on Tamara, she reached into her purse to search for some cash until she saw a $20.00 bill land on the bar in the middle of their drinks. "That's okay 8 Ball," a tall black man wearing all black silk with a black hat appeared out of nowhere standing right beside Jamika, "I got this." 8 Ball nodded and went back to take care of other customers. Another man wearing an all black sweat shirt and sagging pants appeared right beside Tamara. "What's up sweet thang, how you doin?" The man wearing all black silk with a black hat asked in a suave manner. "Just chillin with my friend that's all." Jamika answered. "Just chillin huh? You know I come to this establishment every Saturday and I never see you up here before." "That's because this is my first time." "So how you like it so far?" Jamika looked around and then back at him. She forgot that there were pimps that parade the streets and hang out in clubs. Usually to charm their way into a naïve woman's pants and get her on the street so she would sell her dignity and soul to make a buck. And they don't get much either. She had to be smart about this and careful. "It's alright," Jamika answered, "I've seen better." "Ouch baby," The pimp said, "my cousin and I built this place from the ground up." "Like I said: It's alright." The pimp ignored the sting, for now. Instead he tried to get at her in another tactic. "Check this out baby," The pimp took off his hat to show Jamika his clean fade, "my name is Black." Jamika looked Black up and down questionably. "You ain't lyin." Another retort Black had to ignore. He had to stay on track. He couldn't let this stuck up black bitch get to him. "My friend there is T-Bone." Jamika turned to the thug standing beside Tamara. They were conversating and by the looks of their smiling and laughing faces, they were enjoying each other's company. She could never understand what Tamara saw in those losers. Jamika sipped her drink and placed it back on the bar. Even though Black was still beside her giving her that creepy smile, she continued to stare out in the crowd as if ignoring the pimp's attraction. "You know what baby," Black continued, "me and my boy T-Bone have been checking you two out and we agree that you both are the prettiest young thangs we have ever stepped in this club." Jamika turned to the pimp as if she knew this type of trick. "Do you say that to all the girls you target?" "Only those that deserves it." "Oh and I deserve your attention just by standing here doing nothing?" "And for looking nice and sweet like candy," Black included. Jamika took another sip of her apple martinee and placed it down on the bar. Then she faced the dark, dressed, pimp stoically. "Thanks, but I'm not interested." Black just chuckled. "But you don't know what I'm about to say." "I may not know what you are going to say mister, but I sure as hell know what you want. Like I said: "I'm not interested." Black couldn't allow that. He had to get this girl no matter what. And Black always gets his girls. "Looky here baby, don't let the expensive, swag, suit and hat fool you. Deep underneath I'm a kind gentleman. Once you get to know me." Jamika sighed frustrated. She had to get Black and his thug looking friend, T-Bone, away from them before she loses her mind. She turned to Black, this time giving the fake ass pimp her acid face. "Look, I appreciate the compliments you have been giving me but you are just wasting your time. I am not here to look for my soul mate or dance. I was persuaded her by my friend, Tamara, and looking at you and that nightmare of a pimp suit of yours, I realize now that I should have put in a little more effort in rejecting the offer. I don't mean to be mean or anything, but like I told you before. I'm not interested. Now please go find somebody else to fall for your little pimp'in game. Maybe you would have a better chance asking a sixteen year old. Little brats that think they are all that because they make the little money they had. Or you had taken away from them." Black leaned back just a little bit with a grimace look on his face. It took him 20 years to get where he is at. Charming some helpless young girl into losing their dignity and soul just so he can put a roof over his head. As he grew older, he started experimenting with grown women. Getting better over time. And finally he spots two grand prizes at his club and his bar him and his cousin built with his pimp money and this bitch has the audacity to talk too Black that way. She better think again. "Alright," Black agreed moving a few inches away, "you don't see it now, but you just wait. You gonna wish you never turned down Black." Jamika doubted it and turned back to the crowd. "Hey yo!" Black called to his friend, probably his bodyguard T-Bone, "let's go." Disappointed, T-Bone looked down at his boss with confusion and irritation. He knew he was getting really close to Tamara and Tamara was feeling him. T-Bone understood that Black was paying him to follow orders. But if he keeps cockblocking him every time they had a job to do, he and Black are going to have a real serious talk. "Yes sir boss," T-Bone answered contemplating whether to stay and keep talking to Tamara, or follow order, "sorry baby, got to go." Tamara gave him a look of disappointment, but went back to sipping her drink. Dogma walked through the dark streets on his way home. Many have seen him and were frightened at first. But after watching him walk the streets over and over again, residents and children were not afraid anymore. But one thing he has not done was show his true face. Nobody needed to see that. But he knew there would be a time when he must reveal his true identity someday. When the world was ready. He made his way through the crack infested dark streets that led to his worn and torn house he called home. The club was close by but not close enough to cause a racket. Which was good because he loved sleeping in peace. But that peace was interrupted by a noise that sounded more like an argument. Then it sounded like a struggle. Followed by screaming. By the argument, struggle, and screams of terror, it sounded like there were four of them. "HELP! PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP US!" That's all he needed to hear that sparked his curiosity. Like most humans say: "Curiosity killed the cat." Lucky for him he wasn't a cat. Unlucky for the attackers, he wasn't human either. Jamika walked out of the club holding onto the drunk Tamara as they tried to make their way out. There were vehicles everywhere. Even across the street. The whole hood was here. And they were up in the club so that means they were alone. Jamika and Tamara walked by the cars laughing hysterically and yet they didn't say anything funny. "Girrl that party was off the chain!" Tamara spoke while laughing at the same time. "First thing girl, that wasn't a party, it was a club. And speaking of, "Off the chain", not quite." "Damn girl, why you always bugg'in every time we go out to have a good time? You know what? You need a man and bad." "Girl you know I don't need a man. I'm better off by myself." Tamara chuckled. "And that's the problem." Jamika just rolled her eyes and shook her head in disagreement. "Come on girl; let's get you home before you pass out." "Shiiit bitch I can hold my liquor better than anybody. Even better than you!" Jamika didn't want to continue playfully arguing about who was drunker than who. She just wanted to get the both of them in Tamara's car before something bad happens. They finally made it and Tamara was too drunk to drive, so she gave Jamika her keys to put in the keyhole. As she tried to put the key inside, it slipped out of her fingers and fell to the ground. "Damn girl, you a clumsy bitch!" Tamara said laughing. "Shut up you drunk whore!" Jamika shot back playfully. As Jamika rose up to put the key in the keyhole again, she felt something strong grab her shoulders and force her up against the car hard. Jamika thought the scream came from her, but when she turned to see what happened to Tamara, she saw a big, bald, black man wearing black sweat shirt and sagging pants. A thug she recognized all too well. T-Bone! With his big, tree trunk arms, he wrapped them around Tamara like two anacondas squeezing their meal to death so it could feed. Tamara tried to escape. She kicked, struggled to move, even yelled. With his plumped black hand, T-Bone covered her mouth to drown out the screams. All her best friend could do was scream into the hand which sounded like quiet humming. Whoever held Jamika in place turned her around to reveal his identity. "You thought this was the last time me and you were gonna meet, huh bitch?" Black asked balefully. He put his forearm up against her throat so tight Jamika couldn't scream. She could only look into the face of evil as she was held in place. "So you think you black, stuck up, bitches can leave my place of business disrespecting Black and get away with it?" He released his forearm and instead gripped her shirt and gave her a strong back hand across her cheek knocking Jamika to the ground. "Yo man, I thought we were just going to scare them?" T-Bone asked having a deep feeling that Black's whole plan was about to take a turn for the worst. "Man stop crying like a bitch and hold that loud mouth while I work on this one!" Black ordered. He turned back to the down Jamika. Just seeing the once strong and unpenetribal black woman, now looking weak and defenseless excited Black. It was like looking at a before and after picture. Just watching the fear in Jamika's eyes gave him a hard on. "You know what I'm going to do too you bitch? I'm gonna smack you around a few times just for disrespecting me and my man there or until you get the message that I'm the man and the only man for you. After I get tired of you, I'm going to do the same thing to your little girlfriend over there. And after that, both of you stuck up hoes are going to be work'in the corner for me. And the boys are gonna love the both of you." Black dug into his pocket and took out a switchblade and pressed it hard against Jamika's soft cheek. "But before they do, I'm gonna fuck that tight ass first! What'll you say T-Bone, you think we should try them out, loosen them up a little before they get to work?" T-Bone still held Tamara in his arm and covered her mouth with his thick hand to prevent her from screaming. Tamara tried to break free, but there was no use. T-Bone was way too thick and way too strong. But T-Bone was having second doubts about Black's plan. It was one thing to trick young girls fresh out of highschool. They were easy and desperate. This was different. These weren't young, naïve, high schoolers looking to make some cash just to get into college. These were strong, independent, black women. Women that could fight back if they found a way. Both Black and T-Bone would get years if these bitches somehow escaped and went to the police. Which meant one thing. And if it came to that, Black did not pay him enough to stick around to help. "Stay still hoe," Black threatened, "trust me, it will hurt a lot less." With the switchblade pressed against Jamika's soft cheek, Black reached down to unbutton and unzip her denim pants. With all his strength, Black forced her pants and underwear down enough to know he could fit the rest of himself inside her. Black raped a woman who crossed him before. The first stuck up bitch before Jamika. Teaching that hoe a lesson gave him an erection he never knew could be possible. Black lifted up his shirt with a baleful smile, knowing that Jamika's demise was close at hand. "Ready for this baby?" He asked looking down between her thighs. Black rose up his face twisted in disgust. Then looked up at Jamika who was scared but then confused. "Damn bitch," Black cried, "what the fuck?!" "What," T-Bone asked still holding onto Tamara, "what's up Black?" Before Black could explain he heard a loud, "Oof", from behind. When he turned around to see what happened, his eyes widened in shock. Dogma stood beside a car as he watched the whole thing. One big, bulky size, man was holding a skinny black woman in his arms. He heard the scream once, but he didn't hear it again. Either someone died or the poor girl's mouth was closed shut by the big man's hand. Further down he saw another man, probably his partner in crime, also wearing all black. He was next to a car and he was on top of somebody. Probably another helpless woman. The two must be best friends coming out of the club when the two thugs snatched them in the dark. An act that is common among the stereotypical black thugs in the hood. Though Dogma felt it was none of his business to interfere in human affairs, something deep inside his soul kept picking at him to do something. But he had to be smart. Going up there all commando against two strong thugs was not a wise thing to do. Instead, he did the sensible thing. He followed the rules of the hunt related to the animal kingdom. T-Bone watched nervously while holding on to the struggling Tamara. If he didn't understand why she was struggling in his arms, he could have turned her around and bitch slap her to shut the hell up just like Black did her friend. Instead he just held her in place making her watch as her girlfriend was about to be beaten and violated at the same time. Suddenly T-Bone felt a strong tap on his shoulder making him turn around. Before he could react there was a strong punch to his face making him see stars. Trying to tend to his pain, he let Tamara go. Shaking the stars away from his face, T-Bone looked up to see who was foolish enough to even dare lay a hand on him. There standing in front of him was a tall, but gothic looking figure, all dressed in a cloak that was dark as the clothes him and Black were wearing. But his face was hidden by a golden mask that looked like the shape of a dog. T-Bone has heard stories about people like them. Weird, satanic, golden masked animal wearing creeps who walk down the streets acting like they scaring somebody. He never knew he would see one in this part of town. Finally recovering from the firing, but embarrassing punch, T-Bone stood tall and proud ready to return the favor. "Look you Marilyn Manson lov'in creep mothafucka. I don't know if you dressed like that to impress somebody or look cool, but you just made the biggest mistake in your entire life." The man with the golden dog mask tilt his head to the side as if it misunderstood what T-Bone said. T-Bone didn't know what the man was thinking while wearing the mask and didn't care. He already had the whole fight scene planned out before they got into it. T-Bone was big and strong enough to grab the creep and lift his gothic ass off the ground and slam him so hard it would feel like he was paralyzed from the waist down. Grab his cloak or neck (If he could) to hold him steady and rip the mask from his face to see who the bitch really is. Recognize him or not, T-Bone was going to beat him so bad, he would have to be wearing a mask for sure. Without wasting anytime, T-Bone charged at the tall, dog masked, person ready to throw his first punch. But the dog masked figure leaned to the side dodging his heavy punch. Not letting the miss get to him, T-Bone threw another punch at the dog mask. The mask person leaned to the other side dodging another punch. T-Bone threw a few more punches, but every time he felt hopeful it was another miss. T-Bone may not be experienced in cardiovascular activity, but when it came to beaten some mothafucka's ass he never quit. But the masked person came back with a punch to T-Bone's gut. T-Bone felt it, but was unfazed. He continued striking the mask creep until he hit something. But the mask dog started blocking two of T-Bone's strikes with his strong arms and returned with another strike to the stomach and a right hook to T-Bones cheek. Then he uppercutted him in the face. T-Bone thought that sneak attack was going to be the last pain he would ever feel. How embarrassingly wrong he felt when he was struck three times in the gut, right cheek, and chin. T-Bone backed up a little to shake the dizziness from his eyes and tried to recover. He looked up at the mask vigilante standing there as if waiting for his next move. Was this nigga a professional boxer or something? Angry and embarrassed, T-Bone charged at him again confident that their second round was not going to be like the last. Pitbull Black rose up in shock starring down between Jamika's legs. He has seen pussy ever since he was 12 years old and up of all kinds. But this one takes the cake. He looked up at Jamika who had the confused frightened look on her face stared back as if hoping what he saw would make Black second guess in doing whatever he was about to do too her. "You know what?" Black said pointing his switchblade at Jamika as if accusing her of a major offense, "you one nasty bitch. But pussy is pussy." Black unzipped his fly and pulled out his hard penis ready to penetrate Jamika with force. "I hope this is not your first time you dyke bitch," Black said menacingly, "because I'm definitely going to make you feel this." Suddenly he heard a loud yelp behind him, followed by some movement. When it came to fuckin, Black did not like being interrupted. But just in case something was going wrong, he turned to see what the hell is going on behind his back. There was T-Bone rubbing his face really hard as if something hit him and hard. Which was unusual since he has seen many homeboys who think they were hard stand up to T and failed. What was worse, he was hit so hard that he had to let the other trifflin bitch go so he could tend to his pain. "What da fuck...?" Black said not liking how his plan was about to crumble. He turned to the right to see who dared interrupt his moment and knock T-Bone in his face strong enough he couldn't hold on to the other bitch. There standing upright was some man dressed in all black like him and T-Bone. But he was wearing something more gothic or satanic to what he saw. Because of the golden dog mask, the man looked very passive as if not afraid of what he interrupted or what he was up against. Like Black hoped, T-Bone recovered from the sudden attack and saw who assaulted him too. T-Bone said a couple of words Black couldn't hear, probably threats, and charged at him. He threw a couple of punches at the thing, but to Black's surprise and hope diminishing, T-Bone missed every shot he gave at the satanic figure. Which Black understood. T-Bone maybe big and slow when it came to reaction time, but he made up for it by packing a major punch that would leave a person paralyzed from the waist down. The problem was, whoever that thing was knew it too and seemed to be more experienced than T. All Black's hope was gone when the masked dog figure came back with a few punches of his own. And being a big target T-Bone was, all of them connected with a vengeance. The punches were so hard that T-Bone had to back up and shake the dizziness off again. After recovering, T-Bone returned to what he usually does when trying to take out his opponents. He started over throwing some more punches, but the golden, mask, dog did something different this time. T-Bone was throwing punches alright, but instead of dodging them expertly the masked, cloak, vigilante was blocking his attack and came back with a few more punches in the face. The look on T-Bone's face after that contact made Black's heart sunk. After all the asswhipping T-Bone has been giving to almost every nigga in the hood, he finally found a challenge. Or the challenge found him. Black didn't want to leave the dyke bitch he had on the ground just to do his bodyguard's job, but if this fight was going the way he thought it was going, he would have to take matters into his own hands. And take some money off T-Bone's pay. T-Bone recovered again and this time he had the face of a bull seeing red. Black knew he was going to go at it a third time, but knew that would probably be pointless. Whoever the cloaked vigilante was, he was a pro and had a fighting style not even heard or seen in the streets. But T-Bone's third attack was cut short when the other trifling hoe ran up beside him. Stupid bitch. At least that is what Black thought, until he saw her reach into her purse and take out something like a can and sprayed it in T-Bone's eyes. "AAHHHH SHIT!" T-Bone screamed trying to wipe the mace from his eyes but knew that was pointless. He never was sprayed with mace before (Or never gave a bitch a chance) but he knew T-Bone's eyes were blinded and his face was burning something awful. Disappointed, Black stood up stepping away from his sexual assault. If he can't pay other people to do his dirty work for him, then he would have to do it himself. With his switchblade in one hand Black walked over carefully where the cloaked vigilante looked distracted by T-Bone getting his ass beat by the other hoe and humiliating himself. Black could see the cloak's figure now. Grabbing him with one arm like a brotherly embrace while he stabs him multiple times in the gut. Let's see if he is wearing some armor under that black piece of shit called an outfit. But before he could get any close, he felt something heavy jump on his back and then wrap its hands around his face. Black could feel the nails digging in his left cheek. He knew it had to be a woman, but the only women he and T-Bone had encountered so far was the hoe that blinded T with the mace and the one he left afraid on the ground. Or so he thought. Black struggled trying to get the woman off him but she held on tight like her life depended on it. "You crazy bitch," Black cried angrily, "you betta get the fuck off me...!" But Jamika ignored his order wrapping both arms around his body and digging her nails so deep in Black's black skin so if he was capable of pushing Jamika off him, she would definitely leave a mark. One thing Jamika noticed was that Black still had the switchblade in his hand and she did not doubt that he knew how to use it. But she didn't care if the blade nipped her. She was going to give him hell for exposing her secret and violating her. Black was not going to let some skanky, black, bitch over power him. That would ruin his street cred and he would definitely lose respect on the streets. He had one idea, that's if the crazy bitch was weak enough. He turned to his right and ran backwards up against the car with Jamika hitting it with brute force from behind. The impact was so severe that Jamika felt a strong, sharp, pain in her back. So painful that she had to let go of Black. Seizing the opportunity, Black turned and placed his forearm up to her neck so hard he hoped he crushed her throat. With the other hand, black raised his switchblade high in the air as if preparing for the grand finale on Jamika's face. "You know what bitch," Black asked with a smile that looked so evil Jamika showed him the fear she never showed anybody before, "I was going to tap that nasty ass, but you are one of the most annoying hoes I have ever met. You not even worth experiencing the fuck of a lifetime. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna let you get away from embarrassing Black!" Jamika stared at him not out of fear, but in extreme hatred. If he was going to kill her than he might as well kill her while starring into the eyes of a mad black woman. Jamika be damned if she was going to give Black the satisfaction of dying afraid. But before Black could come down with the finale swipe, something strong gripped his wrist so tight, he thought he touched the bone. But whoever had hold of his wrist squeezed so hard Black thought it was going to break it. Black let go of Jamika and whoever turned him around faced the man in the golden, dog, mask. "What da fuck...!" Black screamed trying to break free from the masks vigilante grip on his wrist and throat, but whoever this freak was was to strong even for him. The masked vigilante bended his wrist backwards just a little so Black could feel the sharp pain growing even more intense. Black knew what the cloaked freak wanted. He didn't want to give it to him, but the pain was so great that he had no other choice. He opened his palm slowly and the switchblade slipped through his fingers and fell to the ground. With no other weapon and the golden, dog, face wearing creep's super strength, Black was defenseless and could only wait until he accepted his fate. Then Black heard something he would never think would come from a human being. The dude growled in anger, like a dog! Then came down on his cheek with a left hook so hard, Black felt the pain hit him throughout his body like a brick to the face. Then everything went black. Jamika crawled backwards at first trying to get out of the way. But then looked up at her savior who was staring back down at her. With the golden mask on, it was hard to tell what emotions the vigilante was expressing. Of course it felt good for the pimp named, Black, to experience the beating of a lifetime. A taste of his own medicine. But who was the superhero that saved them was unexpected. "Black!" Jamika heard the other attacker scream in concern. It was Black's sidekick and partner in crime, T-Bone. He took one look at his boss sprawled face first into the ground and back at the man wearing the gothic cloak and golden, dog, mask staring right back at him. He should have gone and continued fighting even though the whole scenario felt like it ended a long time ago. But whoever was behind that mask was only going to make him repeat the same mistake thirty minutes ago. "Fuck dis!" T-Bone rubbed his chin, probably trying to rub the pain away and turned to walk away. He'll come back for Black when they are gone. "Jamika girl are you alright?!" Tamara asked concerned that it was too late to get to her best friend on time. Jamika forced herself up dusting herself off. "Yeah, I'm okay. What about you?" "Oh I'm fine. You should've seen that dumbass T-Bone, we really beat the shit out of him!" Much as Jamika wanted to celebrate their victory over the two thugs and go home, she couldn't keep her eyes away from the man wearing the golden dog mask and dressed in all black cloak. She should have congratulated him for saving their lives. But she stood there stoically staring at their hero. And the hero stared back at them. They say eyes are the windows to the soul. But dark as it was and thick the golden mask was neither one of them could see the emotion in his eyes. The masked hero just stood there watching them for a second, and then he turned around and began to walk away. Tamara watched as he was heading for where ever he came from. But after the heroic act that just happened, she couldn't just let him go without giving him thanks. "Wait a minute, hold on!" She yelled. But it seemed like the mask hero did not hear her. Either that or he was ignoring her as he kept walking off. Tamara turned back to her friend still focused on the dark, cloaked, figure still walking away into obscurity. "Damn, I wanted to say thanks to the nigga and he walk'in away. Wonder who is that mothafucka that saved us anyway?" "I don't know," Jamika answered, "probably somebody who just moved in the neighborhood?" "Damn. The freaks really do come out at night." Tamara stated. What Tamara didn't know is that her best friend lied. Jamika did know who that was and what was under that mask and cloak. She could tell her friend but she probably wouldn't believe it anyway. Hell, this is the first time Jamika has met one of them and she couldn't believe it. A week later Jamika sat at the bench in the park waiting. She did not tell anybody where she was going, especially her friend Tamara. Only because this was a mission she needed to explore herself and no one else. More like a sexual curiosity that has been bothering her ever since she found out about those things wearing dark cloaks and animal masks like they belong to some sort of cult or something. The exploration she was taking on could be dangerous, but she didn't care. She needed some sweet release from all the wonder that invaded her mind. She sat at the park (Or what was left of it) across the street from BBQ Station. The streets neighborhood hang out and favorite food spot for every black folks. There she saw the tall creature with the golden, dog, mask walking out of the fast food joint and down the street. Jamika quickly got off the bench and slowly made her way across the street when the mask figure was further enough that he wouldn't notice being followed. The masked dog kept walking while carrying his plastic bag of whatever food he was carrying. Jamika carefully followed right behind him, hoping there were no other distractions that would put a wrench in her plans. So far the masked dog kept walking straight making no turns, until he turned left behind the corner of a red, brick, building disappearing from Jamika's view. "Oh shit!" Jamika said no longer having to sneak up on the masked dog. Now it was time to find out where he was going. Soon as she got to the building, Jamika turned into an abandoned alley. Any woman with common sense would have known better than to walk into an abandoned alley where anything could happen. Taking a deep breath, Jamika continued onto the path to find the masked dog. She stopped at an intersection between buildings. Jamika looked around but all she saw were abandoned cars and empty alley ways. It seemed like she had lost him completely. Damn! Giving up hope, Jamika turned only to bump into something tall and hard. She backed up to get a better view on what she ran into. Standing before her was the tall, golden dog mask, wearing the midnight colored cloak. Not that she had a closer view of the mask; it looked more like a pitbull. Both of them just stand there in the center of the alley ways staring hard at each other. The golden dog mask hero looking stoic and Jamika, who swallowed staring up at her savior but with trepidation in her eyes. Jamika knew she couldn't just stand there giving the man a staring contest or else the dude figured she was just a waste of his time and leave. Snapping out of her surprise, Jamika cleared her throat and began to speak. "Hi?" Jamika started trying to figure out what to say next. "I don't know if you recognize me, but you saved me and my friend a week ago. At the club?" The masked dog tilted its head to the side as if he didn't know what he was looking at. Or trying to figure out what the hell she was talking about. Jamika continued not trying to lose her concentration by fear. "I hope you think I wasn't stalking you. I just wanted to tell you that my friend and I are very grateful for what you did. Especially beating the shit out of that fake ass pimp, Black. Lord knows punk asses like him need to get a good beating or two." The golden mask dog was still staring down at her. Jamika was beginning to feel creeped out. But their kinds are always like that. Silent but understanding. Jamika looked down at the BBQ plastic bag he was holding. Now that she was staring down, she could see how big his hands were. No wonder Black and T-Bone were man handled so easily. Not trying to throw herself off track, she continued with her persuasion. "Look, I was about to ask you if you wanted to go somewhere where we can talk and eat? It would be my treat. But I see that you already got that taken care of." The golden mask dog didn't say a word. It just kept staring as if waiting for Jamika to get to the point. Unfazed, she continued. "So I was wondering if there is some other way I can repay you." Without saying a word, the golden mask dog turned and headed to the direction they both came in. Jamika didn't know if he felt thankful and didn't know what to say or if she should follow him and continue his persuasion. She chose to follow him again, but carefully in case her hero did not feel like being bothered. The masked dog man walked out of the alley ways with Jamika in toe. He continued his way up the street until he made another turn into a different alley way. Jamika didn't recognize this area and hoped she wouldn't get lost if she left to find her way back. Finally they made it to an abandoned building. Jamika hoped this wasn't the masked dog's home, but then he walked up the stone steps and opened the door to walk in. At first Jamika thought that was it. He was going to slam the door right in her face. But then she noticed something that left her confused. The door was left open. Jamika walked up the stone steps but before she walked further in, she looked from side to side to see if anyone was around either to hide her identity that she was there or to witness her about to disappear. Jamika stepped in covering her nose from the molded smell that covered the room. She carefully and slowly walked into another room where there was a blue mattress in the middle and white, melted, candles everywhere. There was no television, no lamps; the place looked like it didn't have any electricity at all. Jamika looked at the walls and saw papers with drawings on them. Jamika looked closely and to see they were drawings of their neighborhood. Drawings of children playing in a park, people hanging out at bars, stores that were still open or closed down. Everything that she and her heroine saw over the years, it was on the walls. It was like walking into an art gallery. The man definitely had some talent. Jamika turned and jumped back when she spotted the masked dog staring down at her again. "Damn dude, let a sista know when you about to sneak up on her will ya?" The masked dog walked over to a small, wooden, table and dropped the bag of food on it. Then he knelt down and with one, big, gloved, hand took out each box one by one. Jamika could tell by the intoxicating scent that the food was fresh. The masked dog man went into the other room what Jamika thought was the kitchen. He opened the cupboard and took out a ceramic plate and came back to place it on the table. He looked back up at Jamika and with his gloved hand pointed at the table with the food and plate on it. Then he went into the other room and lit a candle on another wooden table but taller. It was just a hunch but Jamika thought the masked man wanted her to sit and eat. She really wished the dude would talk but she was hungry so she took his word (Or sign language) for it. She went and sat on the floor at the table and opened up the boxes. There was one box that had warm, buttermilk biscuits. A box with warm chicken and another with barbeque chicken. Either this dude was preparing her or others for a feast or this dude had a very big stomach. Jamika fixed herself a plate and ate heartedly. The dog masked came in looking down at her munching off her food passively. "Well," Jamika spoke after chewing and swallowing down her fill, "are you going to come down here and eat your food or are you expecting me to eat all this myself?" Again, the masked dog man didn't answer. He just walked over, snatched a box from the table, and left in the other room. Jamika just shrugged and continued to eat her food. The truth will come out when she finished eating. After finishing her meal, Jamika wiped her hands with the napkins and jumped up from the table. It felt good for her to stretch her legs after sitting on the hard wooden floor for thirty minutes. She snuck into the other room hiding behind the chipped painted wall to have a peek inside. She could see the masked dog eating its food but it still had his mask on. Plus, the man was eating somewhat strangely. Something Jamika has been anticipating ever since she found out about those people (Or things if her hunch was right). "Hey, buddy," Jamika called, "you don't mind helping me out here will ya?" Just like she expected the frustrated masked dog man dropped his food on the plate and got up walking towards her direction. When it came in the living room it paused to see Jamika standing there with both her hands on her hips as if giving him a modeling pose. The masked dog tilted his head trying to figure out what the hell she was up to now. "Like I said before," Jamika spoke this time with more confidence than she had outside, "you saved me and my friend and I wanted to thank you." That's when Jamika gripped her shirt with two hands and pulled it over her head and down the floor. The masked dogs straightened its head in another stoically reaction, but Jamika knew she had gotten his attention. Jamika was not wearing any bra. Her breasts may not be big like Tamara's but they were still breasts. Jamika started to go a little further and unbutton her blue jean pants and pull them down to her ankles. The masked dog man tilted his head as it stared hard between Jamika's thighs. "I've been watching you for 2 weeks now. My friends didn't even notice not even Tamara," Jamika explained, "I've seen your kind on television, there's a lot more of you than I thought. The only reason nobody in the hood gives a damn is because they just don't give a damn. Either that or they think things like you don't exist or a story made up on the Syfy channel. You don't mind if I call you, "Thing", right? I mean, nobody told us what's really under that mask, but I get the idea." Pitbull The masked dog creature didn't make a movement or anything. It just kept staring at her emotionless. But Jamika was not going to let its stoic appearance intimidate her. She has made it this far, no turning back now. Jamika bent over and pulled off her denim, blue, pants and threw them aside. She was totally naked standing in front of it posing like she was auditioning for some erotic magazine. But she knew that was not the only thing that caught the masked dog's attention. Ever since she discovered one of those things existed in the hood, she has not shaved in over 2 weeks. There was a big, black, curly, forest covering her vagina as well as a little on her pelvis. She heard stories that these things prefer hairy men or women because it is a sense of how they relate, which made sense. They were hairy, so they must be hairy. Jamika placed her hands on her hips posing again. "I heard you anthromorphs like people with a little hair on their bones. That's what you like to be called right, anthromorphs?" The masked dog tilted his head again as if trying to understand what she had said. But his confusion did not distract Jamika from what she wanted. "I also heard that you anthromorphs are good in the sack. So what'll you say? You want to try this good pussy or what?" Jamika could see by the way the masked dog anthromorphs erratic breathing, it wanted Jamika and badly. It turned to go back into the kitchen, confused Jamika followed in the nude. She walked in slowly but carefully in the kitchen and saw that the masked dog man stopped in what looked like his bathroom. He stood there facing Jamika as if waiting for her to keep coming, but Jamika knew better. Yes, he saved her and her friend from two fake ass gangsters. Yes, she owed him. But with the creepy mask and the silent treatment, Jamika didn't know what the hell he had in store for her. And she did not feel comfortable standing beside him in a claustrophobic bathroom. But the masked dog did something Jamika has been waiting for ever since she has been stalking him. He raised his gloved hand up to his mask and pulled it off! The young, black, girl was annoying as hell. Stalking him throughout the neighborhood and was finally in his house. To make things more interesting, the crazy woman took off all her clothes and for what? To thank him for something nobody in the hood would do? But he couldn't deny that she did do her research and was right about anthromorphs. She had a very thick patch of curly black hair in the center of her crotch. These were not only signs of maturity but a strange attraction among anthromorphs. As if it was a way to relate to the beast. There was only one thing she didn't count on. Dogma went into the kitchen knowing that the irritating little girl would follow. He stood in the middle of the doorway watching the young girl stand watching in the kitchen confused. Dogma wondered what she would think if he finally revealed his true face. There was only one way to find out. With one gloved hand, Dogma reached up to his golden dog shape mask and slowly pulled it off revealing the face that made the young girl's eyes shot open just like he expected. Jamika stood stunned. She has always heard that anthromorphs were something different underneath. Something, not human. But after the man took off his dog mask, that rumor was more like an understatement. Jamika was staring at the face of a dog. Not any dog, a red and white furred pitbull! The pitbull took off his hood to reveal his pointed ears. Then it took off his full cloak revealing its body in full form. Jamika saw a body covered in red and white fur. She stared at everything from its muscular furry body to its hands and feet replaced by furry red and white paws. To any normal woman especially her friend, they would have been disgusted or worse. Screaming in horror while running out of the place with their lives. But not Jamika. She stood there staring. Her mind coming up with strange thoughts of what happens next. Maybe it was because deep inside she knew there was more under that mask than what they were telling her. The pitbull picked up its clothes and mask and threw them aside. It moved to its left and Jamika heard a loud but short shriek and the erupting spray of the shower head. Water still runs through this dump? When the pitbull had it at the right temperature, it pulled the curtains back and stepped in closing the curtains. Jamika took a deep breath. Just watching that show and tell alone nearly took the breath out of her. The good news is that unlike normal animals that are forced to take baths, the anthromorphs believed in good hygiene. This is good, especially after what she had in store for him when he gets out. Jamika went back to the living room where the bright, blue, mattress lay right in the middle of the floor. Hopefully, it was clean. She would hate to go home carrying fleas. Jamika decided to take the chance anyway. She jumped onto the mattress and relaxed on the bed waiting for her conqueror to come out of the shower. The power stream of luke warm water soaking up his fur mixed with the dog shampoo, Dogma washed away all the soap suds and pulled the curtains back to jump out of the shower. He had towels but that would take forever. Instead he shook the water off his body and preferred air drying. Then he would take one towel to do the rest. Dried and refreshed, Dogma walked through the kitchen to the living room to see if the annoying, black, naked (Hairy), woman was still sticking around after revealing his true monstrosity earlier. To his surprise she was laying on his bed still naked with her head resting on her hand. By the look in her eyes, she was tired of waiting patiently. "You nice and clean?" The naked, black, woman asked sarcastically. Dogma didn't say anything. Like always, he tilted his head in confusion. The woman sighed and got up off the mattress to stand proud and naked in front of Dogma. At first Dogma didn't know what to expect from the woman or what she was going to do. That's when she did something that was totally unexpected from a human being. Jamika did everything from stalking it, undressing in front of it, and even waiting for it to get out of the shower. If it didn't get the hint by now, she just had to go hands on. She sighed and got up from the mattress and walked over to the naked, furry, creature. The pitbull stared down at her. Jamika didn't care if it had the genes of one of the most vicious canines in America. She made it this far, she definitely couldn't stop now. Boldly, Jamika took the pitbull's wrist by her hand. It felt different from any regular dog. The hair was a lot thicker. Like a furry cushion, but harder. She knew the dog creature had no idea of what she was doing until she put his paw on her small breast. Like chain reaction she couldn't control, the dog beast squeezed as hard as it could. The pitbull looked up at the young girl's face and her expression turned delirious, like she was struck with an unknown high. Without the aid of the young girl, the pitbull placed his other paw on her right breast and squeezed. "That's it," Jamika said sounding erotic, "you like that don't you baby?" The pitbull reared his head back. The word, "Baby", coming from a human was foreign to him. Jamika grabbed both of the pitbull's furry wrist and made him still pressed onto her breasts. But she slid them down to her thin waist and stopped at the hips. Jamika jumped as the dog beast dug its claws into her buttocks making her feel a slight pinch. Jamika jumped into its muscular arms staring into the dog beasts dark, brown, eyes. She could feel the creature breathing on her light brown skin. Jamika held her breath each time it breathed on her hoping that it's stank breath doesn't ruin the mood. Then Jamika went a little further. With one hand, she rubbed along the side of its muscular, furry, ribs down to the side of his buttocks. Then slid her hand between their inner privates trying to find the one thing that would start this party in motion among all the fur. She wanted to find it before the dog creature felt offended and pulled her hand away. Without given up hope, Jamika found what she was looking for and squeezed and pulled on it making the dog creature jump in what Jamika thought was surprise. Dogma's eyes widened in surprise. This human female was very serious in what she wanted and seemed like she knew what she wanted all along. Dogma returned the favor by grabbing her by her buttocks with its claws digging in her flesh, making her jump again in its arms. With all its animal strength, it lifted her up wrapping both arms and legs around its furry body. If Dogma was what this annoying bitch wanted, then Dogma she will get. It walked a few steps and laid the young girl on its blue mattress. Dogma got between her legs and without forcing them; she opened them willingly giving it a full few of her dark, hairy, vagina. Dogma tilted its head to the side staring at it as if trying to understand what it was looking at. But truthfully, her dark, curly, mound looked more artistic than unusual. As if she knew exactly what it liked. Gripping her thighs with both paws, he pulled her closer to him. The woman lifted her hips up willingly so her hairy pussy was close enough to Dogma's nozzle. Dogma took a few sniffs of her pussy welcoming the strong scent of the woman. With its long pink tongue, it took one deep lick passing by the dark curls and finally licking the pink flesh of her labia. It heard the young woman gasp in what sounded like pleasure, but Dogma ignored her pleas for more. Dogma wanted to know what deeper taste was beyond the dark curly forest. With its whole nozzle, it opened its mouth wide and covered her whole mound with its opened mouth, while its tongue slipped through the forest of her pubis and touched the pink flesh of her pussy lips. Dogma heard the woman moan this time as she felt its tongue licking inside her wet pussy. It was then Dogma realized that pleasing the irritating woman was also pleasing him as well. He started feeling his own member growing out of its furry sheath as if it was another living organism who also wanted to experience the woman's body. Jamika has been eaten out before from one last boyfriend. The other thought it was too nasty after he tricked her into going down on him. But this was an experience she has never felt before in her life. A half man, half beast eating her out like it was eating some kibbles and bits. Like a reaction she never knew was in her, Jamika pulled on the nipples of her breasts to strengthen the pleasuring nerves in her upper body while the dog creature pleasured her below. "I'm cumming!" Jamika cried. But she knew the dog creature would ignore her. It was too busy licking up her sweet juices and in a few seconds her dam would break and more will be pouring out. Jamika prepared herself as every nerve in her body erupted with a flow of fluids out of her pussy and onto the pitbull's pink tongue. The dog creature continued licking until it could taste no more. To make things more interesting, Jamika felt the pitbull licking her inner thighs and some of her pubic hair as if trying to lick up all of her sweet juices like it was addicted. Now it was Jamika's turn. After recovering from the pleasure shock, she rose up until she was eye level with the beast. She looked down to see that the long, thick, pink flesh that must have been his penis finally came out of hiding. Wanting to return the favor, Jamika quickly grabbed hold of the dog's pink, finger like, member which felt like 8 inches. She squeezed and pulled it slowly feeling it grow in her hand. Jamika looked up at the pitbull who stared down at her hungrily. She could see by the way its chest was moving up and down from breathing, that it was feeling the effects of her strong touch. And it did not want her to stop. It wasn't until the pitbull pushed Jamika back down on the mattress that it had enough. What was once an annoying woman, turned out to be Dogma's satisfaction of a lifetime. She boldly rose up from her mattress and dared to grab hold and squeeze on his most sensitive spot. Dogma was 8 inches long. He knew, he measured. Which should be at least good enough for the trifling human female. When she squeezed and pulled on his member, Dogma felt not only the nerves in his penis but all the nerves in his body start reacting all at once. His heart was beating fast. Faster than he had ever felt before. Suddenly all these thoughts of how he wanted to through her down on the mattress and do things to her not even the human female could comprehend. What in the hell was happening to me? Dogma couldn't hold on any longer. He had enough of the foreplay. With his big, strong, furry red paws, he grabbed the black, female, human by her thin arms. Pushed her back and threw her back down on the mattress. Dogma thought he would have to force open her legs, but to his surprise the human female opened them willingly letting Dogma in a good position between her thick thighs. Positioning himself to enter, Dogma placed the pink head of his penis on her black, curly, bush and forced it inside until he felt it enter between her pink folds. A feeling that Dogma hasn't experienced in years. Wanting more like a drug, Dogma was going to push further inside her and by force if necessary. But that's when the human female did something that was unorthodox to Dogma. She reached down with her skinny, black, fingers and positioned his penis steady. Letting Dogma guide it in smoothly. The nerves in Dogma's body and mind suddenly reacted in a way he did not recognize but didn't care. For the first time in his life he wanted a human. Not just any human. This human. He wanted to hurt her with his member. To make her experience the power of his thrust until she was sore. What turned him on even more was that the human placed her hands on his furry buttocks and tried to squeeze her puny, red, nails into his fur. With no avail, the piercing did nothing, but Dogma accepted it all the same. He wanted to fuck her and badly. The weird part is, she wanted him too. Probably worse. Like two lovers preparing for rough sex, Jamika was grabbed by the pitbull's paws and pushed back and down on the mattress sprawled eagled. Knowing what the dog man was going to do, she spread open her legs letting the creature get between her thighs. Hoping that the dog knew what to do, she laid there and let it take full control. Her eyes widen and she gasped as she felt the monster's pink head pop right into her like it was nothing. Just the feel of the creatures pink head entering into her first sent the nerves in her body reeling. Wanting to know how her body would react to it, Jamika reached down to find the dog's member and help position it for easy guidance. To her surprise, the pitbull did not need any help. He pushed further making Jamika jump and moan as the whole body entered inside her with ease. Like getting fucked by her longtime lover, Jamika reached down and to grab its furry buttocks, trying to dig her nails into his fur as hard as she could. Though the touch was less effective as the pitbull's, Jamika could not help herself but wrap her legs around its furry ones. The pitbull reared outwards, pulling out midway, and then pushed back in with a startling thrust. It too wrapped its furry arms around Jamika, positioning her still as it thrust its whole member inside her. It reared out and pushed back in with another strong thrust. Jamika has been fucked by men before. But they have never had this type of effect on her like this beautiful creature. She didn't know if it was the length or just that the pitbull knows exactly what it's doing. If she could look outside of herself right now, she probably would have thought what she was doing was not only weird, but disgusting. But the feel of his 8 inch, pink, cock and the power of its thrust made it feel natural. Right. But the cock was not the only thing her body was reacting too. The deep fur of its body kept rubbing up and down against hers. Brushing up against her dark nipples making them hard. Jamika couldn't hold on any longer. Hell, she didn't want to. Her body began to spasm as she erupted into complete ecstasy. The monster kept going not caring if it sensed her release or not. All it cared about was its own erotic freedom. It held on tighter as if it was sucking the life out of her. Then it did something that caught Jamika by surprise. With super strength Jamika couldn't anticipated, the dog creature lifted her up and continued its thrust even faster. The friction between its pink flesh rubbing up against hers was sending both of them into overdrive. Jamika did not have to do anything to teach the monster how to mate. It knew all by itself like a natural instinct. It did whatever it felt like doing to her body. It fucked it the way it wanted to be fucked. It didn't matter if the whole shit looked fucked up or not. Jamika's body belonged to the beast. She was the pet and the monster was her master. Dogma couldn't be gentle any longer. It already knows what it feels like to be inside a woman and he loved it. But how long should he keep this up? When will it end? Was this a feeling of heaven or the longevity of hell? What would happen at the end? All its questions were answered when it felt something stirring in its testicles. It shook its whole mind and body. What was happening to him? Weird as it may felt, it did not stop Dogma from its sexual pursuit. Dogma growled as its testes erupted and whatever forced its way out, flowed through its shaft, out of the head, and into the black female's mound. "Oh shit!" The black female screamed as she felt the full force of the beast's semen shooting out of the head and into her wet pussy. What the both of them didn't expect was how much was coming out of the monster. There was so much of its semen that some started leaking out of the black woman soaking up not only her pussy but her thighs. Feeling like they were both drained, Dogma looked down at its own mess. He couldn't believe that he was holding onto all that for so long. Then he looked up at the black, human, female. Her eyes were closed and she was turning her head from side to side as if in some sort of high. She was about to get up until Dogma forced her back down. Instead he got up off the mattress and pointing one claw at her hoping she understood to stay where she was at. Dogma headed to the bathroom and came back with a dry towel. He knelt down and with the towel courtesy wiped his own mess from her moist vagina and inner thighs. After he was done he laid flat on his stomach. The workout was more strenuous than saving the black woman's life 2 weeks ago. Dogma did something that usually took some time. He closed his eyes and went to sleep. Jamika woke up just a little to see that she was laying and embracing the beast that had given her the fuck of a lifetime and soiled her. It wasn't uncomfortable like she thought. Lying on top of the dog creature with all its fur was like lying in her bed. It was a little tougher but comfortable all the same. But what got to her the most that was strange was her remembrance of the sexual appetite the monster had. How it grabbed her and held her in the air as it fucked her senseless. Suddenly she felt her body reacting to her memory. Her vagina was beginning to feel wet and she was in the mood again. Jamika looked up at the dog beast that was snoring but sleeping peacefully. For now. Jamika looked down at its hairy sheath covered penis. The little pink head was the only thing sticking out of the sheath. Jamika wondered if she played with it, will the pitbull want to go at it again? Or will it push her away like most guys do when they are through fucking? There was only one way to find out. Pitbull Jamika lowered her body resting her head on the pitbull's stomach. With her left hand she reached for the dog's sheath covered penis and began stroking it slowly watching the real thing grow out of the hairy tomb. Jamika looked up to see the dog's reaction. And it was just the way she expected. Dogma had a dream. He dreamed of a black woman. Not the woman he just fucked earlier but another woman who was just as fine as her. He never saw her without her clothes off but Dogma envisioned her with big breasts and ass with a flat washboard stomach and long flowing black weave she so proudly revealed. Dogma imagined tasting her then fucking her senseless just like he did to the black woman in reality. Dogma felt something weird. Like his body was reacting to the dream. He twisted and turned to wake up and when he opened his eyes, he felt something holding onto his privates. He looked down and saw a skinny black hand squeezing and pulling on his member releasing the big, pink, monster that was supposed to be tired as he was. Then Dogma looked down at the black woman's face was looking back up at him giving him a weird look, like a little girl begging for candy. So the little black whore wanted some more of him? Well, if the bitch wanted his dick so badly, then he was going to give it to her. But much rougher this time. Dogma rose up making the woman release his cock. She was going to take it another way. Dogma grabbed her and flipped her over onto her stomach. He got behind her positioning his hard, pink, member between her ass cheeks. Not caring if the human female was ready or not he pushed inside her, this time not taking his time or giving her any mercy. He thrust inside her with such force that he heard the black female yelp. If she was in pain or pleasure, he did not know and did not care. With his two, massive size, paws placed on each side of her hips, his claws extended digging into the woman's flesh as if making sure he didn't fall off. Dogma was used to the fucking, but this time it was different. It was the way the human female reacted to each pounding and that reaction to each pounding is what turned him on. It didn't matter if he couldn't see her face or not. Dogma knew the woman was feeling him and feeling him hard. Jamika was flipped over on her stomach and even though it would be erotic to have the pitbull take her plumped ass to itself, Jamika was so hot she stuck her ass up high enough for the dog monster to do its thing. It was funny to her. She remembered when she was a little girl when she spotted two dogs going at it. The male was behind giving it to the female. Though dogs don't react the same way as humans, their wobbling, pink, tongues showed they were enjoying it all the same. Jamika mentally prepared herself for what was coming. The pitbull may have been soft on her the first time, but this time she knew it was about to get a bit rougher. Jamika felt the head of its pink penis positioned between the hairy fold of her vagina. But yelped when the dog beast thrust inside her with such quickness, it sent her mind spiraling. To make the doggystyle more intense was that the pitbull gripped both her hips with its hairy, big, paws using its claws to dig into her flesh. With the dog jamming its 8 inch, hard, pink, cock into her black, hairy, wet, pussy so hard her heart was racing and with the pitbull's extended claws digging into her brown skin. Jamika was forced back and forth between pleasure and pain that sent her mind and body out of control. To her surprise, Jamika came again. If this was the first time the beast has ever taken a woman, Jamika didn't believe it. It was fucking her like a pro and she loved every minute of it. Jamika heard the pitbull howl as she felt it finally pull out and finally releasing its stress all over her ass and back. Dogma was pounding the black female vigorously. It was surprised that she didn't scream for mercy, but loving it or not, he was going to keep pounding her ass until she bleeds (Which never happened). The pressure in his balls was reacting again which made Dogma move faster. But this time the feeling was different. The eruption from his testes was a little painful but relaxed after its release. Dogma pulled out and with his paws jerked himself off letting his spunk shoot everywhere on her ass and back. After his body emptied all of his semen, Dogma was behind the black woman breathing heavily. He kneeled there letting his body cool down from all the workout a dog can get. This was way better than a walk in the park. Dogma grabbed the same towel that wiped the black woman's front to wipe her back and laid next to the woman. Then the black female did something really strange. She moved in close laying her head on his furry chest and wrapping one arm around his body in an embrace he did not expect. It was only fair that Dogma did the same. With one strong and furry arm, he wrapped around her skinny back to move her closer in his embrace. And just to let her know how appreciative he was, Dogma gave her three licks on her forehead which made the woman chuckle before both of them fell back to a deep sleep. That night was a night that changed both their lives forever. After Jamika got up to get dressed, Dogma came up behind her and did something unexpected. He actually wrapped his muscular, furry, arms around her and embraced her like any man would do its lover. Followed by a nice, strong, lick across the side of her forehead. The feeling was awkward but romantic at the same time. Jamika decided to do him one better. She turned around and gripped Dogma's chin in her skinny, little, hand positioning his nozzle towards her face. Jamika pulled him in close while she stood on her high heels to get face level with the handsome beast and planted a big, wet, kiss in the middle of its wet mouth. Jamika smiled knowing that the she had sparked another arousal in the gentle monster. Dogma was about to grab her and ravished her again, but Jamika lightly pushed him back. "No baby," Jamika spoke chuckling. She put a finger to the dog's lips, "later. I'll be back soon, very soon. I promise." Dogma started pouting lightly like a dog that just been beaten. This made Jamika feel really bad to leave. But she had to come home sometime before people start wondering. When Jamika came home the first thing she did was jump in the shower to wash the stuff off of her body, inside and out. Not that she was complaining. Actually, unlike some dudes who just want a quickie (And they were quick) the pitbull rocked her world. So much that she was sore inside and out. After drying herself clean, she brushed her teeth and went to bed. She wondered if she would return back to the pitbull one day. But her questions were answered when she fell asleep thinking about other dirty things the beast could do to her. And she was horny again. For the next few weeks Jamika has been sneaking through the hood, knocking on Dogma's door. When it opened Dogma would pull her in like a scream queen from a thriller movie and embrace her in his arms. One thing they have developed was the romanticism of it all. They would kiss each other passionately and then strip down to their bare feet (And paws) and they would fuck like the wild dogs they were. There was a few times when Dogma surprised Jamika by entering into her slowly while licking her lips, cheeks, or face completely. It wasn't until Jamika realized that it was making love to her. And secretly Jamika had to admit. She too was falling in love with the beast. It was then that Jamika made her final decision. She wasn't going to give up her pursuit of education and independence. But she was not going to give up her unorthodox love for the beast either. She didn't need a man, nigga, thug, or pimp. Just the fairytale ending of the Beauty and the Beast.