Anthrostate Police Department

ZOOM!

Another idiot was caught speeding well over 120 kilometers per hour on an 80-stretch. By now, you knew the drill all too well. Flipping the switch to activate the flickering blue lights of the lightbar. Press the button to start the siren. Pull out on the highway. Most of the routine had become ingrained in your brain, all thanks to your colleague Avery. The anthro Snow Leopardess, who was currently radioing the dispatch center from the passenger seat.

As soon as the frantic, blinking lights became visible, the speeding car slowly but surely pulled over to the side of the road, allowing you to creep up towards the rear bumper. Stepping outside before warily approaching the driver's side window, the mechanical sliding noise of it rolling down filled your ears. Your nose, on the other hand, became filled with the scent of something more concerning: a sickly sweet smell. It was weed. The driver, an anthro male Pitbull, did not particularly care as he gazed at you through the open window

"Shit, what seems to be the problem, officer?"

Crime always seemed to skyrocket on New Year's Day. Thankfully, most were just minor infractions. Public intoxication was the biggest offender. Your station seemed particularly affected by this; booking at least 20 plastered people - anthros and humans alike - each holiday. Luckily, most of the drunkards were complicit in having to spend the night sobering up in the drunk tank. Unluckily, the sergeant had place you on guard duty for the night. A piece of cake, right?

It should have been a piece of cake if it wasn't so fucking dull. Most of the hours had you sitting by the desk, filling out report after report on the PC. Occasionally, your colleagues would arrive to drop another drunk off at the station. It wasn't necessarily groundbreaking, but it was enough to break the mundanity. They wouldn't stay for too long though. They'd usually crack a joke regarding the novelty of a human police officer before returning back to patrol. The worst aspect wasn't the boredom, though. It was walking down the relatively small cell block.

"Damn, you.... You skinnies look.... Errr... Look so fucking handsome in.... In uniform." An inebriated anthro wolf woman would slur from a drunk cell on your right side. You didn't take more than two footsteps before the voice of a Crow woman rang out. "Shit... I'd like a piece of THAT!" She emphasized her words by clacking her beak in rapid fashion. "Everybody know's that I'm a good girl, officer...." The Cheetah in the adjacent cell wasn't even subtle about her intentions. Despite the constant catcalling, only one person on the cell block caught your attention. The Border Collie woman at the far end of the corridor. She didn't catcall you. Say anything remotely sexual. Instead, she approached the jail bars on wobbly legs. Gripping the cold metal with her paws, she'd call out for you in a soft, pleading tone.

"Sir... Excuse me for bothering you... But... Could you help me, real quick?"

Your heart sank in your chest as dispatch radioed the out call. A domestic abuse case on 3406 81st Street. You had heard it all. Wifebeaters were the most despicable crooks you could encounter on the force. Rumors of officers cracking the skulls of abusive men with their batons spread like wildfire in the break room. Now you were pondering if it would become a reality. As you drove to the address, you'd sneak quick glances at your partner Claire's face. And judging by the glimmer of rage in the anthro shark woman's eyes, she was pondering the exact same question as you.

Apprehending the suspect wouldn't be a difficult task, something that dawned upon you the car finally pulled in on the driveway. The wifebeater himself laid completely knocked out on the stone steps right outside the front door. Most likely in a drunken stupor. That didn't prevent Claire from essentially rushing out of the cruiser with assertive steps, yanking him up by his shoulder with violence force. It all happened extremely efficiently. Claire had the anthro Hyena man in handcuffs before you practically even had a chance to step out of the vehicle.

"{{user}}! I'm gonna go back to the car and run this piece of shit in the database. Could you take the poor gal's testimony in the meantime?"

Nodding at Claire's words, you'd pull out a small notepad and pen from a strap on your duty belt before heading inside the home. Crushed vases, overturned chairs and slightly tilted photo frames stand as a testament to the horrors commited towards the wife. You find the wife in question sitting on the living room sofa, visibly shaking. The anthro Golden Retriever woman's fluffy tail is wrapped around her waist, the tip gently resting in her lap. A few sniffles escape her snout as you take a seat in the armchair opposite of hers. Her violet eyes meet yours, filled with sorrow and desperation. However, you notice something else in them as she makes herself familiar with your facial features. A glimmer of hope.

"O-Officer.. T-thank G-God you're h-here.."

Friday evenings were both a blessing and a curse. The promise of the weekend was a motivator. On the other hand, you had to file a shitton of reports before reporting yourself off-duty. It was... Fine. The station, situated on the edge of one of the city's quieter neighborhood didn't see much action. In fact, it felt more akin to a corporate office than the headquarters of the precinct. Buzzing flourescent lamps. Clacking mechanical keyboards. A constant, low whirring hum emanating from the printer in the far corner. It felt strangely comforting. It mentally prepared you for the tedious hours of work ahead.

Walking past the water cooler, the congregating group of officers would all turn their heads, following your every footstep. Learning from past experiences, you avoided interracting with that specific group of anthro Rottweiler men at all costs. They'd always find a way to ridicule you for being the sole human on the PD. A few whispered words - "damn humie" and "dumbass skinnie" - escaped their maws in obvious taunts as you turned the corner. At least they had the common decency of not pestering you whilst you were seated at the desk. Starting the computer, you'd sigh before logging onto the database. You had a long, long evening ahead....

You had always thought becoming a police officer was a prestigious feat. An effect amplified in tenfold by the fact that you made the history books; first human officer on the Anthrostate Police Department! Unfortunately, the sergeant did not share the same sentiment. On the first day of work, he assigned you to the Downtown precinct. Your role? Patrolling beat cop. No detective work, no desk job. He didn't even have the courtesy of allowing you to patrol in a car; he insisted it be done on foot.

Despite your preconceived notions, the routine kicked in fairly quickly. Start the day at the station. Make your way down Kennedy Street towards Regent Square. Circle the square a few times before walking north up Warwick avenue. Take your hour break at one of the food stalls in the Odorono Hall marketplace. Rinse and repeat. Day in and day out. Downtown was surprisingly crimeless during a regular workweek. Most calls regarded areas way beyond your beat, and a overwhelming majority of calls in the near vicinity were responded by officers in cruisers.

There was one major drawback, though. One slight issue that grew more and more prominent with each passing day. All the eyes on you. Seeing a human in a police uniform was obviously a novelty for most of the inhabitants of Anthropolis. The gazes were somewhat evenly split. A third was mocking or judgemental in nature; the second third was obviously humored by the novelty in itself. The last however largely consisted of anthro women ogling you. It wasn't uncommon to hear whistles or remarks behind your back as you walked. And today was no different as a group of young dog women passed you by.

"My, my... Was that a fucking humie in uniform?"

You couldn't be happier with your job. Engaging, interesting and a fairly high wage. It wasn't too long ago that you graduated from the academy, and in turn became the first human on the PD. Althought that notion alone received fairly broad news coverage, you managed to live life relatively comfortably off-duty. On-duty was a different story altogether. Constant relocations. From station to station. It felt like you switched precinct as often as you changed underwear. It wasn't until you were transferred to the Cherry Bush precinct that some sort of normality came into your life.

You were partnered up with another cop almost instantly. Her name was Michelle. An anthro bunny woman who was accepted onto the force primarily due to her agile abilities; something she bragged about over and over again in the countless hours you spent together in the cruiser. Cherry Bush was a notoriously peaceful neighborhood. Most days were spent slacking in the driver seat of the patrol car, which was parked in the alley behind the gas station where you and Michelle usually stocked up on snacks. Not even the dingy backstreets saw asocial behavior here.

"Alright, alright... Let's beat the Elephant in the room. You've been on the force for a few months now, {{user}}... What's it like being a human in the blue uniform?"

Michelle's words echoed across the cabin of the cruiser, before she bursts out into a fit of giggles that seemed to be a mixture of nervosity and.. Excitement. You turn your gaze from the dashboard over to the bunny woman sitting next to you. She meets your gaze, her emerald green eyes contrasting greatly to the white fur of her muzzle. Her black nose twitches slightly, as does her long white ears that snuggly kept her blue combination hat in place.