Let's see what the enemy thinks.

The night shift was so fucking boring! Why did Bay Cove have to have such low crime statistics?!

Detective Carl Mellows had already done all paperwork for himself and his partner, reorganized his desk about three times and cursed the fact that IT in the precinct actually knew what they were doing and had locked access to all the... interesting sites from the work computers. And with the Captain being such a bi-- no-nonsense hardass, they had even gotten rid of any and all games that usually came pre-installed with the operating system. As such, Carl was beginning to seriously consider taking a toilet break to crank one out out of sheer boredom. That he didn't was mostly due to the fact that before he could come to a decision, all hell broke loose.

In a cacophony of shattering glass and screaming metal, the double-winged main entrance to the precinct exploded inwards, broken apart by a... thing that was simply impossible. It was completely naked, had purple skin, two heads that almost grazed the ceiling, both of them grinning wildly, and was obviously female. Probably. Because while it had tits that seemed massive even on its enormous body, it also had appropriately large cocks, two of them, bouncing up and down with every step. Carl and Officer Nate O'Malley, on operator duty for tonight, could only stare as it advanced further inside, a group of similarly impossible people of various shades of color and bodily configurations following them - the only thing they had in common were more or less massive tits and enormous cocks. One of them even had two sets of legs!

"What up?" The right head spoke, staring at Carl with wide, slightly crazy eyes, and the left continued. "I'm the two-headed, two-cocked giant purple people fucker. Guess why I'm here!"

"You had to make that joke, huh?" A shiny, black and totally naked lady stepped to the being's side - at least, it seemed to be a lady, the enormous, inhumanly shaped cock definitely taking away from that impression. And she looked... weirdly familiar to Carl... "I told you, it stinks."

As the giant purple thing pouted with both faces, realization struck Carl and his eyes went as wide as saucers.

"Officer DeVeers?!" No way in hell. DeVeers wasn't so busty, and her skin wasn't shiny and black, and she didn't have a penis! "Is that you?!"

"Hiya, Detective Mellows." DeVeers' grin was decidedly not friendly. "Hope you didn't miss me, I had to prepare a few things. Sorry, a few people."

"What's going on?" Officer O'Malley sounded just as lost as Carl was. "What happened, is this some sort of prank?"

Carl got to his feet, putting one hand on his weapon - he'd been paralyzed by surprise and shock, but now his training was taking over and like hell was he going to get caught with his pants down.

"Listen, Officer, I need you to step down and explain yourself. And best start with arresting everyone of these freaks for indecent exposure slash destruction of public property. After you get this rubber or whatever off your skin and put on a proper uniform."

"Oh, I don't think I will." DeVeers cocked her hip, fist resting on the shiny black rubber. "And I think my friends are going to take exception to the word 'freaks'."

That they did. Before Carl could react, the giant purple people fucker had taken one single step, getting into range to grab the surprised Detective before he could draw his weapon or even react. At the same time, the pink thing that looked like two people mashed together with one of them bent over at the waist thundered down the row of desks towards O'Malley, who tried to draw his weapon to defend himself, but just as he pulled it from the holster, the human horse had reached him, reared up on its hind legs and kicked him to the floor with the front ones, the gun flying away and clattering to the floor somewhere out of sight. O'Malley could only stare up as... she? Looked down at him, giggling cutely and taking care to pin the police officer to the floor properly.

"That's that..." The DeVeers-thing mused, sitting down on the edge of one of the free desks. "The rest of the night shift is out on patrol, correct? There are only 4 squad cars in the lot."

"As if I'd tell you, frea--ugh!" The purple giantess was strong! One slight squeeze was enough to shut Carl up.

"Oh, let me check myself, then." DeVeers walked over to the operator's station, throwing a glance down to O'Malley who could only stare up at her and the clear fluid dripping continuously from the blunt head of her cock. "Evenin', O'Malley."

"Eveni--what?" O'Malley's brain couldn't keep up. What the hell was going on?"

"DeVeers to all patrols, DeVeers to all patrols. Do you copy?"

"10-2, DeVeers, 10-2. Squad car 3 reading loud and clear."

"10-2 as well, car 7 reading you."

"Yep, 10-2. What's up, Lynn? I thought O'Malley was the op for today?"

"Yeah, I'mmph!" Before he could yell a proper warning, the pink human horse had dropped down on top of him, holding the cop's mouth closed as the tits and cock on her lower, bend over body pressed against him and soaked his uniform with sticky fluid.

"He was, but something came up." Unphased, DeVeers continued. "Taking over for him for now. Listen, I can't read the guys notes - care to give me an update on your patrols?"

"10-4, DeVeers! Finishing up, we should be back in 15 minutes."

"Gonna take a while, one hour at least. Traffic's a bitch right now..."

"You kidding, we just started! It's gonna be tomorrow before we're back."

"10-4, guys, thanks!" A wicked smile spread on DeVeers' shiny black face. "You're helping me a lot!"

"Got ya! Anything else?"

"Nope, thanks. Signing off and keeping the coffee hot for you! Over and out!"

"Nice, you're the best! Over and out!"

"Better make a fresh one before we get back! Over and out!"

"Same here, over and out!"

Putting down the mic, DeVeers got back up and looked down at the wide-eyed O'Malley staring up at her. What the hell was going ON?!

"You have a question, O'Malley?" Squatting down with her cock sticking out from between her legs, DeVeers grinned at her colleague. "It's fine, let him speak, Olena."

"Mghfuck!" O'Malley spat, the taste of rubber on his lips as he sneered at DeVeers. "What are you doing, Lynn?! What happened to you?!"

"Hm... I don't wanna go into too much detail, but I've had an... eye-opening night. And as you can see, I also changed a little. Irons changed a lot." For some reason, DeVeers slapped the flared head of her fat cock as she said that. "Now, I knew you were going to miss us if we didn't turn up. So what did I do?"

Standing up, the shiny latex cop indicated the rest of her colorful, shiny entourage.

"I recruited some new friends to help me."

"D-do what?" O'Malley blanched as he thought of the implications.

"What do you think? We're going to share our... gifts."

Author's comment: Let me know what you want to see. We have three squad cars and the two guys at the precinct - anything rubber/latex based goes.