The recess dragged on. Cheerilee was conversing with Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash, when suddenly the signal came to go back inside. Everypony filed back in, and Celestia reassumed her seat on the bench. She banged he gavel, again, and stated to the room, "The court summons Flash Sentry to the stand."

Flash Sentry went back to the witness stand, his face not showing any emotion. After he took his seat, Legal Aid spoke. "Please repeat the events of the night you allegedly saw my client perform the act."

"Well, Ms. Cheerilee had seen me before, and we kind of knew each other. Anyway, she asked me to accompany her to Fancy Pants' residence. She had set up the device, as you know, and asked me to be there to catch him. When she gave me the signal, I burst in the room, and found him with his phallus in the filly's... uh... I'd rather not say the word."

Celestia nodded. "That's alright. Please continue."

"Alright. Well I had busted him like that, and continued with the arrest. He smelled strongly of alcohol, and seemed highly intoxicated. And I carted him off to the guard barracks, holding him there until I could place him in the jail."

Celestia wrote something own, planning to commend Flash Sentry after this, for his brave acts. He knew Fancy Pants was a friend of hers, and still didn't care about upsetting her, and just did what he felt was his job. "Legal Aid, what do you say in defense of your client?"

"Your Highness, my client was in a drunken state when he allegedly committed these acts. He cannot be held responsible..."

"It was his choice to drink that lead to him become inebriated, therefore his actions are still his own."

Legal Aid sighed, running out of options. He had to think. "Your Highness, I request a ten minute recess."

"Overruled, you had time to get your defense together, now continue."

Legal Aid started sweating. He spoke to Fancy Pants, for a while, then came back to the floor. "My client would like to plead insanity."

Celestia froze. The insanity plea was uncommon, and there were very little ways around it. "I have seen this stallion in the past, not a few days ago, and he seemed perfectly sane."

"How can you be sure? The mind can deteriorate at an alarming rate..."

"Have you forgotten that I am a Princess? You have no authority over me, so I suggest you take your seat."

Legal Aid was alarmed at her outburst, and quickly sat down. Celestia turned to Legal Rebut. "Do you wish to bring anypony else?"

He cleared his throat. "Yes, I would. May I call Scootaloo to the stand.?"

The room was filled with whispers, until Celestia slammed her gavel down. "Scootaloo is a minor, and therefore cannot testify without parental consent."

"Ah, but you forget one thing. She ultimately decides to speak. She can still take the stand."

Celestia sighed, and shifted in her seat. "You are correct, you may summon her if you desire."

Legal Rebut smiled, and told Scootaloo to sit up on the stand. Celestia eyed her, and she doubted she could do this. The filly's face was adorned with expressions of sadness and anger, most likely towards her father. Celestia sighed. "You may speak."

Scootaloo was shaking, but she started anyway. "Well, for years my father has been abusing me, and Ms. Cheerilee eventually noticed..."

"Objection, Your Honor. Firstly, who is this Cheerilee figure? And how are we supposed to believe a child, in a matter that she doesn't fully understand."

"Overruled. I have met Ms. Cheerilee, and she seemed to really care for Scootaloo's well being. Secondly, Scootaloo, do you know what is happening, why you're here, and what your father is being accused of?"

Scootaloo nodded. "Yes, what's happening is my father is on trial, the reason is because I told Ms. Cheerilee what had happened to me, and she went off looking for him." Scootaloo wiped her eyes, and turned to Celestia. "I don't want to talk anymore, can I be excused?" Celestia nodded, and the jury jotted down their notes. Celestia was very annoyed, and tired.

"We will resume court in half an hour, during such time the jury will decide their verdict. Court adjourned."

Again, all the ponies in the room filed out, anxious for the decision. Cheerilee, Rainbow Dash, and Scootaloo sat around, talking about the trial. "You did fine, Scootaloo. The jury has enough evidence, they should be able to charge him as guilty. But we just have to wait." Scootaloo nodded, and they all continued to sit there in silence. The dark clouds still hung in the sky, threatening to release it's content. The time passed by the same as before, seemingly stretching on for hours. Finally, the last call was made for them to return.

They once again sat down, and Celestia slammed her gavel again. "The jury has reached a verdict. We find you, Fancy Pants, guilty of second degree foal abuse, and first degree rape. The sentence is fifty years in the Royal Dungeons. After the sentence is fulfilled, you will then be banished from Equestria, never to return. I will also release a warrant for the arrest of Fleur Dis Lee, seeing as she most likely knew this was happening, yet didn't report it. This case is now closed, and you may all return home." Everypony was either hugging in joy, or crying their tears. Twilight went up to Cheerilee, and handed her a document.

"Here, this is the one. You can ask her now, or when we get back to Ponyville, your choice."

Cheerilee smiled, tears filling her eyes. "Thank you." she said, and ran off to talk to Rainbow Dash. Twilight smiled, and went out the door. The clouds had cleared, and the sun shone brightly overhead, the smell of wet grass filling her nostrils.

Cheerilee had finally found Rainbow Dash, and pulled her aside. "I have a question. I know you adopted Scootaloo as a sister, but would you mind, uh..." She whispered in Rainbow's ears, and she nodded at Cheerilee. The teacher smiled, and hugged Rainbow tightly. Then, everypony met at the train station, and went on their way home.

Author's Note

I wonder, what that document was about, hmm? (laughs maniacally)

ONLY I MAY KNOW (for now)

Anyway, thanks' for reading so far, as always.

Friggin' nitpicker's...