“Order! All rise!” Commanded a dirty blond hair kitsune in uniform as she stood in salute.  A young baphomet approached the judge's podium before taking a seat, as all stood in silence of her authoritative presence.  The officer turned to the young girl and handed her a clipboard containing pictures of many crude crayon drawings.  “This is case number 6009 on the account of the matter of Scott v. Marie.”  The judge thanked the woman while examining all the “evidence” presented to her.
        “All right monster ladies and gentlemen I have my tea and snack time in an hour, so let's make this quick.  Mr. Scott is it?  You chose to represent yourself, correct?” The judge asked in a boisterous voice.
        “That is correct your honor. I believe an attorney is unnecessary, for once you hear my side of the story there will not be a doubt in your mind I am an innocent man.”  Replied Mr. Scott.
        “And Ms. Marie I see you are smart enough to have hired a highly skilled professional to speak on your behalf?” Inquired the baphomet as she scribbled something in yellow crayon on a sticky note.  The weresheep adorned in a fancy pink dress slowly nodded her head refusing to speak a word.
        “That's right your honor I, Elizabeth Chocolat, will be representing my client today who has been through the unimaginable.  The defendant mister Scott should be penalized harshly for the atrocities he has committed against poor Miss Marie here.  I haven't lost a single court case since my licensing and I don't intent to lose one now.” Exclaimed a rather tall dark elf as she adjusted her maroon tie which lay curved over her stacked figure.
        “That's a bold claim Ms. Chocolat, but for now will the defendant please take the stand for questioning.”  Mr. Scott confidently stood up and made his way to the stand for questioning.  The kitsune forcefully yanked his hand onto a copy of Everyday Human Boy, looking him stern in the eyes as if to say “Pull away and I'll break your wrists.”  Clearing her throat the judge continued.  “Do you solemnly swear or affirm that you will tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you Ilias? Asked the young girl.
        “Yes your honor.”
        “Alright then let us begin.  It says here you are being tried for the rape of Miss Suzy Marie, how do you plead?”
        “I'm not sure how to answer that your honor.  I mean I did technically rape Ms. Marie.” Timidly answered the defendant.  The whole jury gasped in awe of his confession.  “B-but I can explain.  Please I'm the victim in this circumstance! I'm the innocent one!  That, that weresheep has been nothing but trouble for the past year!” Yelled Mr. Scott as he frantically waved his arms in panic.
        “Objection your honor!  His claims are unbased and should be thrown out immediately!” Retorted the dark elf as she slapped the manilla folder of papers she was holding with the back of her hand.  The courtroom filled with chatter and whispered amongst the jury and onlookers. The baphomet banged her gavel several times silencing all noise.
        “Overruled! Please continue mister Scoot.” Shouted the judge.  Clearing his throat and nervously twirling a pen in front of him he elaborated on his statement.  
        “It's um Mr. Scott judge not scoot.”  The small girl shot him a glare that could pierce through solid steel as sweat poured down his face.  “I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend.  Now as I was saying before I met Miss Marie my life was quiet and peaceful.  I lived the life of an average mattress salesman just barely scrapping by payday to payday.  Nothing wrong with that. So long as I had internet access, a nice mattress, and instant ramen everything was right with the world.  All that changed when she joined the staff, something about meeting diversity quotas for tax deductions our manager told us.  Each and everyday I left home from work she'd follow me home someway or another. Then the second I got out of my car she'd tackle me and rape me right then on my driveway in front of all the neighbors.  I mean sure, sometimes she'd be nice enough to carry me up to my comfortable bed or sometimes she'd leave me a nice sweater as a gift.  But did I ever once get taken out to dinner?  Or maybe even a movie?  No your honor not even once.  I was shamed and embarrassed by coworkers and neighbors alike.  I constantly got asked “Hey when are you two getting married.” with them snickering the entire time!”  By this point Mr. Scott was in tears to the point of soaking the oak podium in front of him.  The palms of his hands covered his eyes as he continued to weep aloud.  The men of the jury were hastily tucking up their erect members to hide from the prying eyes of the female jurors next to them.
        “That's enough for now Mr. Scoot thank you for your time.”  The man took his seat behind the defendants desk once more as Ms. Marie was called to the stand.  “Ms. Marie do you deny the claims of the defendant?”  The plaintiff sheepishly shook her head no as the judge continued.  “And how many times did you rape Mr. Scoot over the course of the year since knowing him?”  
        “Three.”
        “Just three times?”
        “Three seven, th-thirty seven times judge.”  The weresheep's visage was bright red as she tried to hide her shame by burying her face in her attire.
        “Thirty seven times isn't a particularly large number in fact that's rather mild for someone as cute as you Ms. Marie.” Remarked the baphomet as she took a sip of her apple juice box.
        “Thank you your honor.”
        “Now then would you mind giving us your account of the crime allegedly committed against you on the night of March 8th?” Asked the judge, her eyes dead set on the defendant who was at a loss for words.
        “I had just gotten off work and for once had no interest in following that hunk of a man home.  However, this time it appeared he was following me home on foot.  I live not too far from the store where we work together, so when I'm not going to his place I just hoof it home.  It was around eight o' clock and it was down pouring rain with sounds of thunder filling the air.  Poor mister Scott didn't have a jacket, but still remained close behind me the whole way back.  I remember thinking to myself “I hope he doesn't catch a baa-d cold in this weather.”  Anyways, as I step on my porch he calls my name and presents a gift of chocolates to me.” Recalled Ms. Marie.
        “Chocolates?  He doesn't sound like a bad guy so far, but please proceed with your recollection.” The judge responded.     
        “He asked to come in as he claims to have something important to tell me.  I reluctantly agree as he takes off his loafers on the doormat.  I tell him to make himself at home as I pour him a glass of red wine.  Thanking me for the hospitality he sips nervously at the beverage I provided him, as I take a seat on the cushion beside him.  Turning on the Hallmark channel I ask him what was so important and urgent that he needed to tell me right away.  So Mr. Scott looks me seductively in the eyes and, and, oh I'm sorry I just can't.”  Suzy began balling her eyes out in front of the courtroom as the members of jury whisper to one another.  Ms.  Chocolat ran over to the defendant's desk and slammed her fists loudly onto the wooden surface.  
        Grabbing him by the collar she screamed in his face “What did you do to her you sick bastard!  You'd best tell me before I get physical with you!” The prosecutor's fit of anger raged on until the officer restrained her.  Banging her gavel once more the young girl silenced all within a five mile radius.
        “I understand this must be hard for you, but please the jury needs to know what happened that night.” Sympathetically said the judge as she walked over and gently patted the weresheep's back.
        “He squeaked out  “Suzy I love you!” really timid like and then.  And then.  He held my hand!”
Crying out the last sentence the courtroom went into a frenzy as a mixture of gasps, boos, and vomiting came from the jury stand.  Hastily reaching into her briefcase the dark elf pulled out a large menacing whip as she cracked it in front of the defendant.  
        “You're fucking dead kiddo, fucking scum like you make me sick!”  Mr. Scott pleaded for his life as he knelt down and bowed before the attorney.  Flipping the desk off to the side she firmly grasped the man's testicles in her hands.  “I hope you didn't plan on having kids.”  Just as she was about to squeeze all prospects of offspring in the man's future goodbye the weresheep spoke up.
        “That's not all, he complemented me on my gorgeous hair and even performed cunnilingus on me asking no favors in return.  I would have happily obliged any other day, but I was on my period at the time and just wanted to down a tub of Neapolitan ice cream.  Eventually he apologized profusely before ripping off my wool pants and inserting his penis all the way in at once.  With a condom your honor!”  The male jurors ran for their virginity as the monster girls next to them erupted into unadulterated fury and attempted to rape anything with a dick.  Chairs went flying everywhere and punches were being thrown as a riot ensued.  The news crews were enjoying every minute of it as they were sure their viewer ratings would sky rocket; this was the court case of the century.  Police officers in full riot gear ran into the room launching tear gas and subduing everyone one by one until the racket had settled.  Mr. Scott had taken the opportunity during the riot presented to escaped from the dark elf's clutches.  Hiding himself behind the pint sized baphomet he quietly prayed to Ilias.  Once the tear gas had dissipated and all had taken their seat the court case resumed.  
        “Now then any last words Mr. Scoot before the jury is forced to make a decision?” Inquired the judge.
        “Please your honor how is this fair at all?  She rapes me thirty seven fucking times and when I rape her once the hammer gets thrown at me?  That's gender discrimination!” Pleaded the cowardice defendant.  Pondering this dilemma for sometime the room sat in awkward silence as the judge rapidly scribbled more notes in yellow crayon.  Standing triumphantly the judge audibly cleared her throat.
        “Mr. Scoot, I see your point and will give you one last chance out of the good will of my heart.”  He breathed a sigh of relief as he clutched his chest feeling his racing pulse begin to slow down.  “I have one last question for you, then I and the jury will reach our decision.  Mr. Scoot do you prefer large or small breasts?”
        “What?  What does this have to do with the case at all?” He asked.
        “Answer the question!”  Ms. Chocolat screamed at him.
        “Well as evidence by Ms. Marie I do prefer women with a larger cup size.” He responded with a quizzical look on his face.
        “Absolutely disgusting!  I hereby sentence Mr. Scoot to twenty five in federal prison with no chance of parole!” Said the baphomet as she rapidly hammered away at her podium, ultimately snapping the gavel in half.
        “But the jury didn't even get a say!  This isn't fair in the slightest your honor!” Begged the defendant.  Walking up to furious little girl the dark elf lightly tapped her on her shoulder.  With eyes fully dilated and containing the look of a psychopath ready to kill, her honor turned to stare dead center at the prosecutor's stacked chest.
        “What!” Yelled her the judge foaming from the mouth.
        “If I may the prosecution has an alternative punishment we'd like to offer if that's okay with the defense?”  The man swallowed deeply and lightly nodded yes.  Anything would be better than twenty five years in prison at this point.
        “I'm sorry, but court is adjured and I have tea party that I'm already fifteen minutes late for.  I mustn't keep my onii-chan waiting any longer.”
        “Did we mention that we'd be donating over five pounds of candy to you as a gift for letting this request slide?”  All traces of borderline insanity faded from the baphomet's eyes as she leapt in overwhelming joy at the offer.
        “Fine, fine let me hear it.” The judge said as she tried to regain her professional composure.  Ms. Chocolat crouched down to the little girls height and cupped her hands around the judge's ear as she whispered the prosecution's offer.  “Humph, well Mr. Scoot you got off easy this time.  You are now hereby sentenced by court order to marry Ms. Marie.”  Breathing a sigh of relief things may have moved a little faster than he'd liked, but in the end he got his wish for a relationship with his former rapist.  “I'm not done yet.  You are also to report to Ms. Chocolat's tickle dungeon, I mean house, at 10am sharp every Saturday for the next five years and no holiday breaks.”  With that being said the judge took her leave running as fast as she could to be with her beloved onii-chan.  A few weeks later Mr. Scott and Ms. Marie got married and enjoyed a very healthy married and sex life together.  Unfortunately, Mr. Scott did not come back one Saturday from Ms. Chocolat's house much to the worry of his wife.  Almost two months later there has been no traces found of the man nor the dark elf, it is expected he was kidnapped by the attorney and is now receiving the most tender loving tickling known to man.  For some this series of events may be considered bizarre, but for most this is just another day in Monster Girl City.