For everypony else, there was Sex Court.

Dun dun!

Ponies experimented.... Experiments went wrong.

Just ask Dr Frankenstein

"....The bakery just wants its sugar back!"

Uhm....considering where it's been I would NOT want it back. Not now, not ever, NEVER! I would ask to be paid for it.

Oh I am going to love that series!
And it's off to a great start.

Judge Impassi Hearstoppper reviewed her notes. The steely gaze (rendered by steel-hued irises) went over the summations, line by merciless line. Both plaintiff and defendant attempted to evaluate her expression, trying to figure out how the judgment was about to go.

Hearstoppper? Well, better than Cadance/Cadence. Speaking of our alicorn of love, is she the final authority, or is it still the diarchy?

Ooo! Judge Judy is a pony now!

There is a fic around here called Judge Luna.

....let’s just keep Judge Heartstopper presiding this courtroom, yes?

Opening with a very messy finish, I see!

"I saw the sacks collapse, just before the screaming started and the world went white and sticky and full of lumps which took three days to wash out! The bakery just wants its sugar back!"

It sounds like the bakery already got its sugar back, if not in the form it would have preferred.

It was almost impossible to keep a courthouse from radiating pure intimidation. That quality seemed to be embedded into the mere concept of such a structure, lurking until it found a way to express itself through cold marble and harsh lines. The architects tried to moderate the effects, for some were innocent and needed to be reassured accordingly... but it always came out in the end. The vast majority of those who approached the central courthouse in Canterlot would find themselves shivering slightly when they first grazed its aura, for something within them recognized the emanation of You Done Fucked Up.
Or, for a number of those whose knock-kneed approach was reluctantly advancing on Sex Court, You Done Fucked Something.

Estee. Don't ever let anyone tell you you're a bad writer¹. THIS is what keeps me coming back. I can't puts words to it beyond "your words (Horse or otherwise) are a balm to my weary soul".

_{1:Not even yourself.}

Typo: Heartstoppper should be Heartstopper

A useful spell, just formulated a little incorrectly.

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I wonder what Cerea would have thought of YDFS motto here

She was, in all ways, considered to be a total JILF.

Estee, why?!

I don’t say often but I would love to see a reading of this story with voices… this was great!

You Done Fucked Something.

We Don't Know What, That's Why Your Here.

That part about the courthouse being intimidating reminds me of a scene near the end of on of my favorite stories, "A total eclipse of the fun" by Estee:
Celestia had two private courtrooms in the palace, a nice one she would use if SHE believed that the defendants were innocent, and an intimidating one, with bare stone floors, that she would use if SHE believed the culprits were guilty.
Since Celestia had witnessed the assault on her sister personally, she had no doubts of their guilt, but she wound up making plea deals with all but one of them, the leader of the gang, an arrogant stallion who would rather go to jail that take orders from any MARE.

Kudos for the anatomical accuracy. A large percentage of seminal fluid is indeed sugar, courtesy of the seminal vesicles (not the prostate, as is sometimes believed).