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Midnight Shift

I was surprised. There were no calls tonight. There was always some sort of domestic disturbance going on in this neighborhood. Some break up going violent and the girlfriend, or even the wife, tries to throw out the man for whatever reason. Those were both entertaining and an annoyance.

I could sit back and watch them bicker, throwing belongings at each other for a while. Eventually one would get tired or storm off. That was the best scenario. No one gets arrested.

The worst case scenario is when someone ends up throwing a bag of drugs. I have to get involved then and they'll point fingers at each other. They'll say it's his or it's hers. I don't really care at that point and will just arrest both sides.

None of that tonight. Sure, it was midnight shift and most people were asleep, but domestic disturbances happen round the clock. Just not tonight.

I was sitting in my cruiser, seat reclined, my tail comfortably through the tail hole in the back of the car seat. I had some take out from Mr. Kumiko's little family owned restaurant on the intersection of 3rd and Connery. He had the best dumplings in the entire city. I was a happy and content horse.

My partner was a bit more uptight. The fox's ears fidgeted and I knew that his tail was equally active as the vulpine messed with the radio.

He flicked it through all of the different frequency, even listening in on what was going on across town by the bay. There was a noise commotion at Will's Reliable Storage.

Not very reliable after there were five break-ins last month.

The department was working on figuring out who was responsible. Security footage showed the same cloaked figure. Average height, mid-twenties, Canine. That was an eighth of this city of five million.

So instead of putting out the most vague description ever to the city, officer were just sent over to watch the place and by the sound of it, the criminal returned to the scene of the crime and was now fleeing on foot.

I didn't hear anything else as Shay, my partner, switched to another frequency.

"I was listening to that," I said. I had my eyes closed and my hooves fingers laces across my gut.

"It's on the other side of town," He replied and continued to flick through the frequencies. "Going to check the ones closer to here."

"Even if something were to happen," I explained to the rookie, "there are other officers out there. We're here to cover sectors Charlie and Delta."

He was new. Out of the academy just two months ago. Head still filled with all of that procedure that mostly got in the way.

I on the other hand had been on the force for twenty-two years. I knew all of the ropes and how to get the job domes right. Let me tell you, the best thing that the academy has is their obstacle course. Fence climbing is more important that knowing how to cycle through the radio in my experience.

Now, why is a very senior officer still in a patrol car and not behind a desk or been made a detective? Choice, that's why.

I love being out in the neighborhood. I know these people and they know me. Half the arrest I make are someone that I had known since birth. Luckily it's mostly for minor possession. People wave to me as I roll down the street. Kids run up to the car and eagerly ask for stories. This more than just a neighborhood. It was like a house with a large, extended family with all of its quirks and problems. Thank god that none of the problems have ever been murder.

"There's a tripped alarm on Mulberry," Shay commented.

It was close but not close enough. "Vincent and Tasha have it," I said and I opened my eyes. Falling asleep while on duty was a big no-no.

"This is two-five-echo," The radio crackled. We really did need new radios. "Responding to the call."

"Mmm." Shay frowned and continued his search for action.

I understood. He was bored. Joined the force to shoot guns, chase down baddies. Probably watched too many dramas. He didn't understand yet that the best days were the ones where nothing happened and the worst were the days when too much happened. All the officers that were here on April 19 knew that.

It was an armed robbery of the Wilcoth Union Bank. Four armed men went in and demanded all the money. They shot and killed the guard on duty and took anyone who didn't manage to run out hostage.

The entire city force was called on scene. The stand off was seven hours long. They wanted safe passage to the airport and a propeller plane to fly away in while still having four hostages. Of course we couldn't do that and had to stall until SWAT got their act together and raised the building.

The shooting went outside when the armored robbers fled. When the dust settled, the gunmen were dead along with three hostages and two officers. It was the single worst day in the city's history.

Ever since, all the vets knew not to underestimate the blessing of a quiet day on the job.

I test the recline of the seat I was in. It went a little back, but not by much due to the metal wall behind me to keep the rear occupants, when there were some, away from the officers in the front. It would have to do and since I was in once of the equine adjusted cruisers with just more space in all directions, I could coax a few more precious inches.

"What's this neighborhood like?" Shay asked. He finally gave up on the radio, setting it back to our own sector's frequency.

I gave a quick glance around outside. The houses weren't the poorest in the city, but they were far from the richest. It gave off a lower middle class vibe with the occasional lamp post with a burnt out lightbulb or the numerous personal vehicles from well over a decade ago parked along the curb since no one had a garage.

"It's okay," I eventually said. "A few calls here and there. Nowhere near as many as Sprague." We both chuckled at the mention of the infamous street where the mental institute was. They had an outbreak last month and the police were still getting calls about patients appearing and getting into shenanigans. My personal favorite was a call about a mule who had fashioned armor out of a trash can, carrying the lid as a shield and a moldy baguette as a sword. He claimed to be a knight on a crusade to the holy land. Chased him for three city blocks before he tripped and fell.

Shay rested his arm on the car door, careful to not hit the window switch. "Got any good stories?"

"Stories?" I sat up a bit straighter. "Like a fairy tail? I think you're a bit too old for those" I knew what he meant, but I liked to poke fun.

"No. No." He shook his head. "Cop stories. Fantastic chases down the streets. Uhm. Epic stuff. Not... not this." He full his arms up at the quiet radio. "Surely you have something worth telling a new budding officer."

I thought for a moment. There were plenty of memorable moments in my career that would have been a appropriate, but nothing that I think would live up to his movies. However there was one that I think would interest him.

When you apply for a position on the force, there's a lot of paperwork that needs to be filled out. On one of the forms, there's a question about sexual preference. It's marked very clearly as optional and is only there for statistical reasons. Shay went ahead and marked down homosexual.

Normally that information is kept secret, but I had the honor of running the background checks that day on all the applicants which gave me access to that information. At first, I thought nothing of it. There were a few other gays on the force and I identified as bi. So, I ran the check and went to Shay's Facebook account and saw that he was flaming. He wrote about every encounter he had ever and went into as much detail as he could without the admins censoring him.

There was nothing wrong about it in terms of the background check, but some of the stories and images were seared into my mind.

It was only luck that we ended up partners and I would be lying if I said that the thought of hooking up hadn't crossed my mind. I was twenty years older than him, but that apparently didn't stop him. What stopped me was professionalism. It was looked down upon to date someone on the force. Going with a partner was downright taboo.

I would also be lying to say that citing professionalism as a reason wouldn't make me a hypocrite either because the story I was going to tell him had nothing to do with professionalism.

"Ok. I think I got one that you'll enjoy," I told him and discretely adjusted my trousers. The old memories that were coming back were making junior excited.

The fox quickly settle down. His ears swiveled in my direction as he gave me his full attention.

--

This was years ago. I had only been on the force for three years at the time, way below my current senior position and had recently gained enough recognition to be given my own squad car and to take it out on solo patrols. Of course, the chief wasn't about to send me to one of the more dangerous neighborhoods alone. Nope. I got Woodwind Grove.

McMansions lined the streets. Massive buildings with massive gated lawns. I bet they all had pools, both outdoors and indoors.

It should have been a burglar's paradise if it wasn't for the fact that a dozen security cameras covered each street on top of my lone patrol route that took me around the privileged neighborhood. No one moved around here without being spotted from three different angles. It made the place a great location to allow a rookie like me to get used to making patrols alone for when I would eventually be bumped into less savory locals.

I had just finished a patrol, one of many that I would do on a midnight shift, and parked in front of the neighborhood's HOA office where I was listening to some music.

I was a lot like Shay at the time. Low on patience and high on energy. There was nothing that I wanted more than to be called in on a shootout or a high speed chase. I was bored out of my mind less than an hour into my shift and music just wasn't cutting it.

I resorted to alternative forms of entertainment.

I pulled out my phone and instantly started to browse the web for anything. I watched some funny videos, read the news, played some games, it could only do so much for me. It wasn't long before I found myself on some porn sites.

I scrolled through the front page, looking for something interesting. I already had a hard-on just seeing the thumbnails. There was a doe bent over the hood of a classic muscle car. Her boobs were pressed flat against the metal, her small fuzzy tail raised as a Doberman mounted her from behind, the knot already partially in her.

Another one showed a lynx on a bed, his rear end up and presenting. His legs were closed with his balls and semi-erection poking out behind him. I could see the shadows of several figures on the far wall, getting ready to take the cat's ass.

It wasn't long before I was feeling myself up. I ran my hand down my legs. I cupped my balls through my tight uniform's slacks and then down my cock that was down my pant legs where it was very very visible. Pants do nothing to hide a horse's arousal.

With my hooves fingers, I undid my belt and the top button of my pants. I could feel some wetness running down my leg as well. It was a dangerous game being a horse sometimes.

Next I fiddled with the zipper which had a wider tab to make it easier for my kind to grab. The smaller, 'normal' zipper tabs were all but impossible to grab with hoofed fingers.

My boxers had a wet line running from the center down the side where my cock had traced its path down my pant leg. It was jutting out the boxers and resting against my leg where I could see the small trickle of pre running down and onto my black socks. Everything would need to be washed after this.

With one hand, I fished my erection through my boxer and onto my stomach. With the other, I continued to browse.

Jaguar being fucked by an antelope in a twisted reversion of predator and prey.

A mate's spacious holes being filled by four hungry cocks.

There were hundreds of possible videos to watch and I rubbed my inflated head as I continued to look through more of the thumbnails.

I collected my pre onto my hand and used it as lube to slicker my members. I then slowly stroked myself as I picked a video of a well-endowed zebra overfilling an otter.

I was entirely engrossed by the film which started with a play session of toys where the otter started with a plug before moving on to dildos that increased to ridiculous sizes. He slid a horse dildo into his ass at the twelve

minute mark all the way to the medial ring. It pushed a bulge into his gut, poking out whenever he took a breath. The zebra was close at hand, slowly stroking himself much like I was doing now. Occasionally he would help out by taking the dildo and pushing it into the otter who showed no sign of distress.

I imagined myself pushing my manhood into the otter instead of the dildo. His ass was gaping, a black, wet tunnel that just invited all into it.

It was twenty minutes of play before all the toys were tossed aside and the zebra lifted the otter up off the ground and threw him onto a bed where his wet hole left a wet splotch on the blankets.

The otter got onto all fours and grabbed his rudder tail, pulling it aside before the zebra grabbed him by the hips.

The zebra's cock had a good half a foot on the dildo and several more inches of girth. It didn't stop him from unceremoniously shoving it all the way in on the first thrust.

This was the first time the otter showed any real reaction. Tears fell from his eyes and he bit his lip, though he didn't say anything.

I grinned my cocked, squeezing it and sliding it down my spire, imagining that otter on it. I had been edging for some time now, always on the verge. Before I continued, I reached over to the duffel bag I had brought with me. There was spare clothes, snacks and water in it along with a specially made condom for horses.

I paused to video with my clean hand and undid the condom. The thing looked like a melted piece of latex rolled into a ball, but it quickly took shape as i rolled it over my head and down the shaft. This would stop me from ruining the inside of the cruiser. I then continued the video.

The zebra and I moaned in unison as he pounded that little otter's gaping ass. The zebra would only occasionally stop to apply more lube, but other than that it was a solid five minutes of fucking.

I stopped stroking every few moments, building up to climb, but never achieving orgasm. I wanted to blow when the zebra did.

The zebra's thrusts became quick and lost tempo. His nostrils flared as the camera swing in front of him and then down below the otter.

The otter was drooling, his face one of complete ecstasy. He had shot his load some time ago and his semi-hard erection was flopping below him as the zebra's balls slapped into his like newton balls.

The bed shook and then with one last thrust, the zebra hilted the poor otter and came.

I blew my load then as well. All the edging led to a powerful first shot of jizz that stretched the condom, quickly filling it and then stretching it more and more. A large sack formed, filled with my cum. It sagged over the side of my flared head, growing bigger with each spasm of my cock.

In the video, the otter was bulging out as well. The shape of the cock in the otter's gut quickly disappeared as his stomach extended out. His small body couldn't hold it in and despite the thick rod in his ass, cum sprayed out like a pressure washer, hitting the zebra in the leg and that back wall. It turned into a torrent of white that covered everything, even the camera which had to quickly be wiped clean to continue shooting.

My orgasm died down, but not before filling the condom to an impressive size. It looked like a engorged water balloon, ready to pop. It wasn't going to pop. The thing was rated for three gallons and as much as I would claim it online or in a locker room, I hadn't even given one gallon.

The zebra on the film settled down. He grabbed the otter by the hips and slid his cock out. So much white spunk just cascaded out of the otter. It was a thick and continuous flow of white that drenched the bed and the carpet.

The zebra gave the otter a firm slap of the buttock before the video cut out.

I carefully slipped the condom off and tied off the end of it. With a wet wipe I kept in the bag, I cleaned my hands and my cock which was already mostly deflated before I zipped up my pants and tucked in my shirt. All I had to do now was find a place to toss the cum bag.

I put my cruiser into gear and started driving towards the park where I knew that there were public trash cans. I drove slowly and got to the park in a few minutes.

The streets were empty since most of the residents here had several homes and only spent a few moths out of the year here. I predicted only ten percent of the houses as having residents at the moment.

I found one of the trash cans quickly deposited my donation and got back into my cruiser. There was still four hours of my shift left before I could even think about heading back to the station.

Luck was on my side though.

"Delta-three-nine, come in." The radio came to life and I jumped.

I scrambled to pick up the transmitter and depressed the button.

"This is Delta-three-nine, go ahead.

"We've got word of an individual in a hoodie in your area. Keep your eyes peeled."

It was small, but suddenly my shift got a lot more meaning to it. Now I was hunting down a possible criminal that was slinking around the neighborhood. All kinds of scenarios went through my head of what could happen. Maybe he was armed and had intent of robbing someone at gunpoint. Perhaps he was going to Sam Fisher it. I was going to catch him.

"Copy," I replied. "I'll keep an eye out." The hunt was on and I already had an idea of where I wanted to set up.

Recently an older female died. I didn't know what species, but she left behind an estate in this neighborhood. There was issues with the will and currently no one was watching the property because all of the children were at each other's throats and wouldn't let anyone else near it. It was up to the city police to make sure it wasn't burgled and as the sole officer in the area, that duty fell to me.

It wasn't the biggest or the most expensive mansion around, but a mansion was a mansion. It gave off a gothic feel with a cast iron fence that had those pointed tops and then the house itself was built tall instead of wide with dark wooden walls and windows with heavy drapes over them. It was just creepy.

I set my cruiser about a half a block away on the opposite side of the street, between lamps so I was in the shadow. I turned off my car and put the radio on battery power and then waited.

A stakeout was more boring than I thought it would be and it wasn't long before I was on my phone again. Not much changes of Reddit over the course of a few hours. I was looking at porn again.

I glanced through the various videos. I was receptive to most things with no real aversion to anything but scat.

There was a coyote bound by his wrists and ankles to a bed. He had a scary looking butt plug positioned right at his glistening hole that looked stretched already. His eyes were covered by a bandana and a rhino was close at hand, looking down at the coyote lustfully.

Another one was an older female Husky with large sagging tits. Okay, I don't care for that. I moved on.

The next one was of a more appropriately aged black lab. Her boobs were firm and perky. She was straddling what looked like another black lab. She had his cock in hand and was getting ready to shove it into her wet fold that were leaking all over the male's thighs.

Then there was another otter. I normally don't prefer any specific species. If it has a hole that can be used, then I was game. However, the last video I watched just made otters my species of preference for the night.

I clicked the video without looking at anything else. Turned out to be an otter orgy centered around a wolf. I was very pleased.

The muscular wolf laid back on a recline chair with nothing on. His grey coat shined in the sun from the window. His sheath had a hint of pink poking from the opening. The wolf gestured off screen and then suddenly four otters appeared. Two males and two females.

They rubbed their hands all over the body of the wolf. The two females focused on the the wolf's chest while the males massaged his legs and feet. They even licked his toes and his crack.

The wolf growled low in pleasure. He took the two females by the hips and pulled them close so he could suck on their tits while the worshiped him.

There was a lot happening on screen and at some point the male otters began to suckle on the wolf's balls. They fought over each testicle, pushing and shoving. There was a lot of saliva.

A female crawled onto the wolf's chest and she began to make out with the wolf. The other began to suck on then female's tits now while thick fingers massaged her crack and traveled to her pussy. She gasped as a digit slid into her.

The males kept much of their focus on the groom area. One was licking the wolf's taint and the other was going for the sheath while the female ground his ass against both the otter's head and the wolf's cock.

I was already at full mast and had my pants down fast. Even then, I was more engrossed with watching the video than jacking off. This was the hottest porn I had ever seen.

Eventually the wolf's sheath was pulled back and his crimson red rod was exposed. The female that was grinding on him let it slip in and out of her fold while the male gave long, greedy picked up its length, sucking up both pre and the juices coming from the female.

The other male had his muzzle buried deep into the wolf's crack where he was desperately trying to get at the wolf's pucker. He made slurping noises and eventually pulled away to turned around and suck the other male's cock while having the wolf's balls rest on his forehead.

The top male thrusted into the bottom otter's mouth as he continued to drink up all of the fluids from the wolf's cock.

The female slid up and down the wolf's cock as she continued to make out with him. The second female was going between licking the wolf's neck and sucking on the other female's boobs.

The wolf grunted each time the female's hips slapped down onto his lap. He lifted up the second female and set he down on his chest. The two females began to make out and the wolf proceeded to lift her hips up and eat her out.

The top male pulled his cock out of the bottom male's mouth and began to crawl onto the recliner, leaving the job of licking the wolf's cock to the bottom otter.

The top otter clambered onto the recliner, using the wolf's knees to balance himself. He reached out and grabbed the female's tail. She settled down on top of the wolf's knot as the male shoved his spit lined cock into her tail hole. She howled in delight.

My hand was barely moving on my erection. I watched in full HD detail as the female was double penetrated.

The bottom male then rose up and began to eat out the top male's ass. I could see his tongue dart into the tail hole as he began to run his cock against the wolf's taint. His cock lowered with each rub until it slipped into the wolf's crack that was also lubed up with spit from before. The otter thrust into the wolf's crack. I don't think there was penetration due to the angle.

They went to town. The wolf continued to eat out the otter on his face. The other female rose up and down the wolf's shaft, slamming down on the knot that was too large now as well as the the cock of the top otter as well who reached around and was fondling her boobs. The bottom otter was viciously attacking the top otter's ass hole while hot dogging the wolf.

The bottom otter came first. He shouted out in pleasure as he emptied his balls into the wolf's crack. White cum dipped out and onto the recliner. The otter then went to massage and lick the wolf's toes.

Next was the otter being eaten out by the wolf. She screamed and clear liquid splattered all over the wolf's face. She moaned as the wolf licked it up, tongue fucking her in the process. That otter then collapsed back onto the upper part of the recliner. The wolf's grinning muzzle could be seen poking out between her legs.

The wolf came next. He tried his best to knot the otter. How he grabbed her by the arms and pushed into her, but she was too small and the knot was too big. Cum spilled out of her pussy and left a mess all over the wolf's crotch.

The last otter came sometime in the middle of the wolf's orgasm. His wasn't spectacular was rather quiet. He slid out of the otter's ass that leaked a little bit of cum that dropped down her taint and mixed with the wolf's much larger load.

The wolf let the otter get off of him once his orgasm subsided. Her pussy was gaping and a steady stream of wolf seed was dripping out of her.

The video ended soon after and I had forgotten to jack off the entire video. I wasn't going to let this erection go unattended to. I reached into my bag for another special condom.

--

"What happened next!" Shay demanded more. Hell, he hadn't moved an inch since I began talking. I could see his visible erection poking in his pants, a wet spot on his thigh.

I also saw him peeking glances at my own erection. It was hard to miss. A giant rod shaped bulge in my pants, going all the way to my knee.

"Calm down," I told the young officer. "I jerked off and then..."

"Then?" He was expecting for porno or something. I had been leading him on for a while now.

"Then I sat in my car until shift was over."

His ears lowered down. "That's it?" He said and fell back into his seat. "What about the hooded figure?"

"Never saw him," I shrugged. "And there weren't any more calls the rest of the night."

His mouth hung open in disbelief before he crossed his arms and sighed. His erection must haven been uncomfortable. He kept fidgeting and sticking his hands into his pocket to 'discreetly' adjust himself. How I wished that I could help him and I bet that he would accept 'help' if I offered, but that was forbidden by the rules. Maybe I could get him put on with another partner or something. That way, a relation was simply looked down upon and as a senior equine officer, not many could look down on me. It was a thought, but for the time being, we had the rest of the shift.

"Welcome to midnight shift," I chuckled and began our next patrol. "It's going to be a long night."