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Part 2: The Trial

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A hulking bloodhound stood still as a statue while the courtroom filled up. Baliff Rover Lee Ermy cleared his throat and his voice boomed over the room.

"Listen up! This court will now come to order. Park your puckered asses and keep 'em there until you're told otherwise! I suggest you mind your manners in this courtroom, because there is no god in here to have mercy on you. There is only the honorable Judge Tabby!"

A small, elderly gray cat made her way up to the judge's chair. Once she seated, the rest of the room followed suite. Adjusting her glasses, she tapped the gavel and court was officially in session.

At her seat, Jenn sat up straight when the doors creaked open and the defendant was escorted in. His ears were the first thing visible bobbing over the crowd. Then he emerged at the front of the court, clad in an orange jumpsuit while his beanie remained inexplicably in place upon his head.

That was him? She recalled that night in more and more detail. From the wild sex, she would have suspected a horse, a wolf- just about anybody else aside from this long eared, knee-high purple ball of pudge revealed in detail by the well lit courtroom.

Seated beside Jenn was her boyfriend, by her side as he had been through the whole ordeal. Once out of the hospital and after things had calmed somewhat, Jenn had pressed him for details on the burglar. He did mention that it was a bunny but not what an odd looking one he was. Allen remained silent and stoic as he watched on with arms crossed.

CB soon took his place at the stand and was sworn in. The judge wanted to hear the truth and nothing but it. The bunny would give her exactly that, resorting to the old wisdom that honesty was the best policy. CB's testimony would have to be heavily censored in the court record. He treated them to a command performance. He stood on the podium, gesticulating and thrusting wildly to reenact his encounter with Jenn in great detail. Rocking his hips, he swatted the air and then waved his hands to try and communicate the jiggliness of the ass he had destroyed on the night in question.

The jury sat in a mix of bewilderment, disgust and awe, some sporting wide grins. Allen sat fuming in silence. Jenn was blushing intensely at the edge of her seat. Judge Tabby was not very amused.

While this was going on, a boar with long dreadlocks and a gold capped tusk was frantically flipping through the files on the case. The bunny was not doing himself any favors and the trial was going to be an open and shut circus if the porcine defense lawyer didn't think of something.

He paused when he came to a profile photo of Jenn. On her own the doe was hot, busty with golden hair. But hearing what the bunny had done to that body of hers, his imagination was running wild, pulled into the spiral that the trial was plunging down. He felt his cock stiffening, snaking down the leg of his trousers. The testimony was getting really, really good, just not for his client.

The judge banged her gavel for order, cutting off CB's loud wailing to mimic the noises Jenn had made at climax.

"Probably best to let your lawyer do the talking from here on out. Mr. Boorish, would you like to come up here now?"

The boar threw his head back and held on to the table with a death grip, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Ahh! Ugh..r-right here is fine," He managed to grunt out. Before falling back in his seat panting.

"That's it, We're taking a brief recess. Bailiff, please make sure the defendant is properly restrained from now on,"

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Chained and cuffed to a wheelchair, the bunny found himself rolling back into the courtroom. A heavy iron codpiece caged his groin now, the main instrument of his criminal activity. His cock was already in solitary confinement.

A mountain goat ambled up to where CB sat and loomed over him. The prosecution aimed a finger directly at Allen while keeping his glare fixed on CB.

"Son, did you castrate the balls off 'at ole boy?"

Allen bristled as many pairs of eyes followed the prosecutor's finger. Fixing on him with a spectrum of pity or indifference reflected in the stranger's faces. His own sunk to the floor, became hot. Strangers or otherwise, everybody in the room understood he was lacking a pair. Jenn laid a hand on his though and he drew comfort from the gesture.

"I don't recall," CB answered at last.

"Y'all don't recall?" The goat repeated aggressively, "Bring in that thar exhibit!"

A jar of medical gel was placed on the witness stand. Floating inside, a set of fuzzy nuts that once belonged to the buck. A murmur of conversation swept around the room, which Judge Tabby warded off with a few taps of her gavel.

"Your honor, I have some concerns," Mr. Boorish said with hand raised.

The hog trundled front and center, gesturing around the courtroom, "I don't believe any of this is proper procedure here-"

"It's not," Judge Tabby returned, "We had to slap this together in just a few days. And Baliff Ermy over there has other places to be,"

The bloodhound checked his watch for emphasis.

"So we're just treating this bunny like a second class citizen?" Mr. Boorish asked.

"No," The judge returned quickly, "We're treating him like it's friday and we all want to get out of here already! So I'll handle the sentencing now,"

It was then delivered. And it became obvious that society would be safe from the corrupt bunny for a long time. The judge's parting words: "..and throw away the key!"

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