PONYVILLE SQUARE
The town certainly was a sight for sore eyes. Buildings were ram-shackled. The sky was a dark red with nary a cloud in the sky. Ponies were out and about, looking at the strange sight before them:
In place of the fountain was a large dock, like a stage. Several feet from it was a VERY large podium. For some reason, there was a set of buffers that ended a piece of track coming out of the refurbished Town Hall. Off to the side were 12 seats, 2 rows of 6, occupied by several sinister looking jurors, Chrysalis among them. In between the terrified crowd and the dock were several shackled ponies and one dragon.
Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Big Macintosh, Cheerilee, the Flower Trio, and Spoiled Rich all had manacles on their hooves. Even little Apple Bloom, Babs Seed, and Diamond Tiara were the same way.
Rainbow Dash, her parents, Fluttershy, and the current Wonderbolt roster were also the same way, with the addition of wing braces, Scootaloo being the same as her friends.
Rarity and Shining Armor were also the same way, but with rings on their horns as they had no wings, Sweetie Belle the same as her friends.
Celestia, Luna, Cadance, and Twilight Sparkle, the four princesses, were in all of the above.
Finally, Spike had his hands handcuffed behind his back.
Sitting to the right of the prisoners was a green skinned human man dressed like a British lawyer. He had a question mark for a face, the dot serving as a mouth, the hook serving as a nose and uni-brow. He had no eyes.
Out of Town Hall came another man dressed in red and black with a long white wig, six claw like fingers, and lips that would make Edward G. Robinson jealous. He strode up to the podium and announced in a raspy yet loud voice, "Court is now in session. The Ponies and Dragon of Equestria vs ", here he gave a snide chuckle, "Anvilicious.
The bailiff: Mok Swagger (that's me).
Our prosecutor, Anon E Muss.
Our fair jury. " Here, he looked to the 12 jurors who were more than eager to bump off the convicts and weren't quiet about it.
"Rip off their hides!" yelled an Australian poacher.
"Let my dogs have them." growled a big, burly, balding loan shark.
"Drain them of their emotions!" screeched Chrysalis.
"Stare mercilessly at them!" yelled a yellow stallion with bits for a cutie mark. Everyone looked at him. "What?"
Mok cleared his throat and continued. "And last but not least, our fair judge: Diesel!"
A door on the track coming out of the Town Hall rose open and a black BR 048 diesel shunter with a devious looking face oiled up to the buffers. He blew his horn and yelled "GUILTY!"
Anon rose to his feet indignantly. "I object! I'm suppose to give a few statements! Not like it will change the verdict anyways." he muttered.
Diesel smirked and said, "Objection sustained. Proceed counselor."
Anon walked to the middle of the podium and the convicts and began.
"They say that Equestria is a place where friendship knows no bounds. That a stranger is welcome with open hooves. That every denizen is safe under the guidance of their precious, prissy, pony princesses. Well, I call Bolshevik! There are a bunch of instances where a stranger is shunned because he/she is different. That "fair" Celestia isn't as friendly that she let's on. That Twilight Sparkle thinks that the best way to teach a lesson is to arrange events behind a pony's back. That the Wonderbolts promote less-than-honorable qualities in recruits."
"Can you prove these statements, counselor?" asked Diesel, although he knew what the answer was.
"Yes," answered Anon, "I call Roseluck, Daisy, and Lily Valley to the stand!"