Popo Bawa, a batlike creature, which can take any form it desires. It is a type of Incubus that sodomizes its victims, almost always men, and turns them into homosexuals. In the 1970s, an angry sheik released a Jinn to ruin his enemies. Once it had performed its tasks, destroying the families of those neighbors, it refused to be contained.
A few months ago, it ravaged the towns and villages along the Tanzanian coast. Faraji Juma fled to the United States to escape the destructive creature. Unfortunately for him, the Popo Bawa (literally translated 'Bat-Wing') followed him.
The new year found Faraji adapting to his new job, in his new country, and very happy he'd escaped the demon unscathed. He found acceptance in Miami, Florida. There weren't many Muslims, but those he met were friendly and not at all radical. He didn't want to be caught in any extreme groups. He only wanted to find a woman or two and settle down.
He'd had some luck with non-Muslim women but hadn't found anyone of his faith to marry. After a particularly satisfying night, having conquered a Christian woman and mated with her three times, he just wanted to sleep.
The room was quite stuffy and warm. Since Juma lived on the 35 floor of the apartment building, he opened the sliding door to the balcony. The sea breeze would be enough to cool the room. He closed the curtain.
Popo Bawa had found many already, one per night. But he hadn't found Faraji yet, and It wanted him so much. A familiar scent wafted on the gentle wind. Juma, he'd found Juma. Flapping its wings, he followed the smell to a tall apartment complex.
But which abode was his, and how would It get inside.
Round and round the building, it glided up one level at a time. At last, Popo Bawa sensed Faraji Juma. He fluttered and flapped its wings until he transformed into a man. He stood fully formed, naked with an immense erection, ready to claim another victim. He stepped to the sliding screen door. It was locked, but no lock was strong enough to keep him out.
The screen opened, of its own will, with a slight grating.
Popo Bawa stepped inside the bedroom. Faraji slept, his covers carelessly kicked way. Resting naked, face down, with his black ass inviting the beast to take it. Crawling on top of the man, one hand on his neck, the other on a shoulder, the demon pressed down with his full weight.
Faraji's eyes flung open. He tried to move but couldn't.
"I've been searching for you," It whispered in Faraji's ear. "You can fight me and lose, doomed to always be the bottom. Or let it happen and have your choice to give or receive."
