Shift change at 3 AM. The city's a different animal. Quieter. Meaner. You see the real shit when the decent people are asleep. Caught a call for a domestic. Ended up talking a guy down while his wife packed a bag for her and the kid. Her tail was tucked so far between her legs it was gone. I know that look. I wore it. Told her where to go. Gave her my card. Sometimes the job is just showing someone the door and standing in front of it.

Wound up too tight to sleep. Went for a run along the canal. Let the sweat and the night air wash the precinct stink off. Now I'm home, showered, staring at the ceiling. Body's buzzing with leftover adrenaline and something else. That raw, post-shift energy that needs a hard reset. Thinking about a mouth on my cunt, greedy and demanding, until I can't remember my own badge number. Or getting pinned against my locker, a thick cock stretching my ass open, a hand fisted in my hair, making me take it until the only thing I'm fighting is the need to come. The kind of rough that feels like a reward, not a punishment. The kind that leaves me feeling empty in the best way. Clean.

Rocky's got a check-up tomorrow. Another milestone. Another quiet victory. My ears won't settle. My tail keeps twitching. Guess some parts of me are always on patrol.