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"Order, order!" The flabbergasted judge yelled out, slamming his gavel down hard enough to cause the sound to echo in the courtroom. He was an older kangaroo, fur starting to gray. He doesn't have the same hop in his step as he used to but he still knew how to properly run a kangaroo court. The crowd had begun to murmur and even laugh among themselves as the lawyer proposed introducing a strange piece of evidence. "Why would something this obscene need to be seen?"

The female fox lawyer, Nina, remained calm. She stood tall, jet black high heels clicked on the hard floor as she walked. Long toned legs were clad only in pantyhose, leading up to a short tight miniskirt. She completed her look with a dark suit jacked and white button up shirt. "Perhaps it would be more simple to go over the facts of the case as we know them."

Gnash, the gnarly 80s aesthetic loving raccoon, sat uncomfortably on the witness stand. She was still dressed in her usual bright colors that she was known for, but her usual confident demeanor was gone and in its place was fidgeting unease. She was mortified about what was to come.

The fox began to pace the courtroom, recounting the reason everyone was gathered. "The crime took place during the Grower Festival, our town's annual event created to steal some tourism from Mardi Gras. During the event, costumes were distributed to participants who would be marching in the parade. Three of those costumes were rejected mascot outfits for the old Five Nighters food chain. These were rejected due to faulty stitching. Incidentally, the three gentlemen we have gathered today were found in those costumes, and one is suspected to be the thief who stole the Rod of Lament. Those men are Harold Samson, Max Fuch, and Gilbert Lotor."

Sitting on the dock were a nervous looking gray cat, an ashen wolf, and a cocky looking neon clad racoon. "Please, call me Thrash." The colorful work-out ringed tail said, while pointing finger guns and winking at the sharply-dressed fox.

She rubbed her temples in frustration. "The footage I'd like to submit to the jury has the crime in progress. While the costume itself covers its wearer head to toe, a wardrobe malfunction does show part of the suspect and in my opinion this constitutes vital information when it comes to solving this case."

Anxiously, the judge asked "And this malfunction, Mrs.Nina?"

The fox finished her thought, "Reveals the testicles of the culprit."

The judge begrudgingly allowed the security footage to be shown. It depicted the Rod of Lament on display in the local museum. The institution was closed on the day of the festival, so the building was mostly empty, save for a few guards. Rapidly, a man appeared, dressed completely in black with a white smiling face mask with purple tear marks. The suit itself was adorned with white stripes on the arms and legs, as well as white button on the chest. The intruder nimbly made his way through the laser network, bending and contorting himself to avoid coming into contact with the streams of red light. He neared the Rod, and had to make a very long wide step to finish his journey. His legs were almost spread eagle as his crotch was just above a laser. suddenly the middle of his suit tore, allowing his balls to flop out and cross the path of the laser. He yiped in pain, falling over and triggering more alarms. In a panic, the man grabbed the treasure and ran off. Nina rewound the tape and paused when the man's balls came into view.

"I'm afraid this scrotum is the only element we have to identify the burglar. Security chased the intruder out of the building and into the nearby park. Ms. Glenda happened to be jogging on the premises at the time, and was distracted by the sights of the nearby parade."

Gnash squirmed in her seat, both at the use of her embarrassing real name and the knowledge of what was to be spoken next.

"The suspect ran into Glenda and the two had a stumble, resulting in the suspect's exposed testicles falling into her mouth as he accidentally landed on top of her."

The female raccoon was hiding her now beet red face. Just knowing that everyone knew some random dude had his sweaty nuts in her mouth like that was killing her. She couldn't help but steal a glance at the jury, getting a few knowing lears from the males who were either imagining nuts in her mouth or putting their own balls in there as well.

"Once the criminal recovered, he ran to where he knew the other two men wearing the same costume were. It seems many female participants were-" Nina coughed, trying to sound as professional as possible. "Exposing their breasts in order to get necklaces on one of the floats. This caused a small stampede and this is where all three of the men in Pawn costumes got mixed together. They had all stumbled and tumbled together, causes all to experience the same wardrobe malfunction. The criminal had quickly ditched the Rod at some point before this so its current location is unknown." Nina, her sharp eyes and hair tied in a tight bun, turned towards Gnash and pointed towards the television, still frozen on on the frame displaying the burglar's balls. "Ms. Glenda, can you confirm to the jury that those are indeed the testicles you had in your mouth."

A giggle from the jury preceded her response "Kill me. Yes those are the nuts. They roughly had that size and gray color, and tasted funny too. I should have bit them and left a mark so I wouldn't have to go through this." The suspects flinched at that, involuntarily crossing their legs.

"As you can see," the fox lawyerstated "The suspect has to be athletic and possesses larger than average sized balls."

Thrash smirked and leaned back "On both counts I'm guilty as charged."

The judge raised an eyebrow. "Are you confessing to the crime?"

Gnash stepped in. "No, he's just being a dumbass." Inwardly she admitted that was a good line.

Thrash was brought up to the witness stand, prompting the bailiff to present a holy book for Thrash to swear the whole truth. The raccoon refused, stating that he was an adonitologist and would need a fat ass to swear on. He exchanged a smile with his twin sister, and they both pointed cringy finger guns at each other. After getting talked down to by the judge, Thrash accepted to swear on a used paperback copy of Gigantic Asses instead.

Nina started questioning. "So, Mister Gilbert-"

"Please, call me Thrash Panda, babe." He said, while waving his thumb and pinky in the hang ten position.

"But, you're a raccoon, why would I?" She asked in disbelief, while shaking her head.

"Whatever, Mister Panda, Can you please expose your version of the events of that day?"

Looking a little defeated, the ringed tail responded "Cus like, you call a raccoon a trash panda. So a cooler name for that would be Thrash Panda. Cus trash and thrash sound similar. I thought it was cool. But yeah, I was vibing at the Grower Festival. I got to dress in that bitching Pawn costume, I was excited cus I love Fivers. I was jamming with two other guys and we all started up the parade in costume. I lost sight of one of them after a while, but I didn't care much. Go your own way, right? Then I heard a bunch of babes were flashing their ta tas so you know I had to be there. Everybody ran there and it was a radical time. A few minutes later it was like BAM!" He slammed his fist on the stall, shocking the court. "I ended up tumbling down when someone ran into me. Like me and the two other Pawns were laying in a big heap on the ground. Then all these security guys handcuffed me. And my suit ripped, so the boys were hanging out. This one security lady, a really tough looking lioness lady, was really rough. She was pretty hot, total military badass vibe, should totally be in the next festival. Would get a ton of necklaces, know what i mean. Anyway, like she patted me down but patted my nuts a ton. Like basically squeezed the hell out of them.

"And why were you naked under the costume?" Interjected Nina abruptly.

"Oh, are you interested?" Said Thrash with a leering smile, "Sorry but I already got a date." Letting his eyes wander taking in the sight that her white top allowed a peek to her black bra underneath, he did note silently that Holly was significantly more bodacious.

Grinding her teeth at the crass attitude of her witness, Nina clapped back, "Please just answer the question."

"It was a hot day out and I knew I'd be wearing all black. That's why I usually love bright colors on a sunny day. Keeps the heat out so I stay cool. And I'm always cool." He said with a self-satisfied grin.

"Nevermind, are you familiar with the Rod of Lament's history? Particularly why a male specifically would want it?"

Thrash shrugged. "I mean-" He thought for a moment, choosing to not answer why he would want a rod-shaped object.

"Legend has it that it was created by a member of the Doric dynasty, well-known for its hereditary intimate shortcomings. It is said that if man uses the rod in a certain ritual, his phallus will substantially increase in size."

"His what now?"

"His penis!" Yelled Nina in the silent courtroom, remembering who she was speaking to.

"Ha! No way I would wanna steal something like that. I am plenty big as is."

Gnash shook her head, while holding her index and thumb very close together.

"Shut up, sis'!" Hissed Thrash.

The trio of suspects were all questioned, Max the wolf and Harold the cat both having plausible stories to account for their location. Out of ideas, Nina hatched a plan. "Considering the only evidence we have are the burglar's nutsack on camera and eye witness of said nuts-" She trailed off, thinking this idea may work.

Gnash was called to the stand again. Addressing the judge, Nina explained, "Your honor, I propose to let Miss Gnash examine the testicles of all of the accused. She has a previous interaction with the burglar's balls so this may be the only way to catch the culprit."

Seeing no other alternative the judge allowed it. "If it will let us determine the truth then she may feel the privates of all accused." He truly did his famous australian marsupial heritage proud in this court

The three men were all standing in a row. The cat and wolf looked uneasy but Thrash seemed to simply accept the situation. He had been bottomless on live TVv before so this was embarrassing but acceptable. Gnash was mortified by the situation, yet content that some humiliation was being heaped on the men now.

Nina hated to admit it but she was starting to like this idea more than just as a means to find the real culprit. keeping a professional tone she asked the men to drop their pants. They all obliged, and stood in front of Gnash completely bottomless. She slowly walked from one end of the row to the other, the exposed members of each man slowly starting to twitch to full attention as she moved, all eyes fixated on her long toned legs. As usual she dressed in colorful yet revealing clothing. She noticed the effect her strut was having and did get a bit of enjoyment but was still stuck only looking to determining whos nuts were in her mouth.

The female raccoon looked at the judge "So, like can I touch them or anything? it's kinda hard to get a feel for their junk size like this. The boys are not hanging low and easy like they were in the summer heat. Did someone turn up the AC in here? I hope that's just shrinkage. Otherwise you all could use the Rod of Lament."

The judge questioned the legality of all this but figured he was already in this deep. Besides, this was getting rather hot for him and gave her permission and was hoping against hope that his loose judge robe hid away any embarrassing judicial misconduct below his belt. The men stood with Harold the cat, Thrash the raccoon, and Max the wolf in that order. Gnash started with Harold, crouching down to be at eye level with his junk. "Yeah they look smaller than what the burglar had between the legs, but he was running and hot so they were way looser then." At this comment the cat's penis practically shrunk back into his body, eliciting a giggle. She tentatively reached her hand up and grasped him by the balls. After the initial jolt, she rolled the round masculine organs in her hand for a moment, trying to compare the size of the testicle she tasted in her mouth to the one in her mouth. Thinking in her head that she did have a guy by the balls she started to enjoy the moment, feeling the power she had over him. The idea of squeezing did cross her mind, but she wanted to save that for whoever shoved their sweaty sac in her mouth without permission. "Harold's nuts are about the right size."

Her heart sank realizing who she would have to grope next. Yet at the same time she got a thrill of excitement. She gawked at her twin brother, standing naked from the waist down. She looked back pleadingly at the lawyer, only to see the fox motion her to carry on. Deciding to make the best of this situation the female twin grabbed that extra bit her male counterpart had since birth. Feeling and hefting them in her hand, she suppressed a shiver in her body. She tried to play things off, making fun of something no man wants made fun of. "These ones seem kinda smaller than the other guys. I'd say that's a bit embarrassing how small they feel."

With a tone of frustration Thrash retorted, "Well your hands are super cold."

Grabbing a little more harshly, "Actually this one may still be the culprit."

The men in the jury started to wince at this, seeing how her fingers were compressing the meat in his balls. The females seemed to look on in anticipation, hoping for an even harder squeeze.

Thrash grunted but didn't want to give his sister any satisfaction and endured the pain. Realizing she couldn't get away with anything more, Gnash moved on to the final male. She held the wolf nards in her hand and felt them up before sighing. "These guys all have identical-sized balls. This was pointless."

"Ow ow!" Max yiped. Gnash relented, not realizing she had tightened her grip. She scolded. "It wasn't that tight, geeze."

The judge used his gavel to scratch at his head. "Well, you did have the suspect's nuts in your mouth. Perhaps we should proceed to a taste test?"

Gnash felt the embarrassment already. It was one thing to have to feel up a group of guys, it was another to have to put their nuts in her mouth. especially under the scrutiny of an entire courtroom. Again, the raccoon looked pleadingly at the lawyer, who stood with her arms neatly folded below her breats. Nina shrugged "It's the best course of action. We need this to put the crook in jail." She also thought that it would be sexy to see. Sometimes being a layer paid off.

The female raccoon scrunched her snout as she stuck out her tongue and quickly slid it along the scrotum of the wolf.

"Oh no." Nina said "You had the criminals whole sack in your mouth so you'll really need to gargle them."

Gnash face turned crimson. She got down to her knees, and opened her jaw to allow the entire testicle to slide into her mouth. She sucked briefly on the nutsack to bring it more into her maw, allowing her tongue to lap up all she could as fast as she could. Max, shuddering, looked down "Damn you're good at this. You suck nuts often?"

Gnash stopped her licking and curled back her lips to show her teeth. she clamped down just enough to cause some pain. Looking the wolf dead in the eye she let him know that with the effort it took to bite through a carrot she could reduce his manhood by half. Max got the message loud and clear, quickly holding his hands up in a placating motion and apologizing. The female kept her position, letting the fear of castration linger before spitting out his nuts. "I dont think it's him."

Max muttered under his breath "Crazy bitch. With a twitch in her ear she grabbed at his sack again, wrapping her fingers around both of the man's wet balls. "Actually let me feel these again. You were talking like these were really big so I need to double check." The wolf squirmed and shot his hands to pry off the fingers of the attacking female as she clenched down at his testicles.

Nina stepped in, pulling his hands away "You can't be doing that. you'd be assaulting the witness and be in big trouble with the law there. so take it like a man."

Gnash thanked the lawyer and continued to squeeze at the wolf's nuts, giving him an examination he would remember next time he wanted to open his dumb mouth. Once she was sure he learned his lesson and wouldn't be able to sit properly for at least a week, she relented to let him fall back on his bare butt. The bailiff proved a glass of water for her to rinse her mouth out to get the taste of the previous mans balls out of her mouth to taste the new set properly.

Gnash shimmied on her knees to reach the next suspect. She was now face to balls with her brother. They both looked each other in the eye, forbidden anticipation etching both their faces. She thought about admitting to the court that she already knew what his balls tasted like, but found that confession being too embarrassing to process. Besides, her mind was telling her to find a way out of what she was about to do, but her loins pushed her onward. "Don't make this weird." She whispered to her sibling.

She learned to accept the round organ of her twin into her mouth. She was more gentle, delicate than she had been with Max. The raccoon slid her tongue around every available inch, lapping up the taste of his manhood. She lowered her butt closer to the ground, so she was now facing upward and opened her mouth more to bring both nuts inside. She sucked out any air as she wrapped her lips around, creating a pleasurable seal as she greedily devoured his nuts. The she pulled back, producing an audible pop. Looking up now she could see Thrash's dick was fully erect, and realized she was unable to fully recall for how long she was sucking at his testicles. Without thinking her mouth opened and she began to drift towards the tip of his penis, crowned by a clear drop of pre cum leaking out. Thrash was pushing his hip slowly forward, not being able to wait for the embrace. Gnash heard Nina udder a shuddering "Holy shit" and was brought back to reality. Realizing what she was doing she panicked, throwing a fist into the hardened dick of Thrash. "You made it weird!"

Thrash stumbled back as he yelled in pain. "What'd I do? Oh fuck my dick. Why there?"

Gnash stammered, shrugging her shoulders and making as much physical movement to try and look like this wasn't affecting her. "God, guys, am I right? So fucking horny all the time. Imagine being turned on by your own sibling, like he got hard just because I was doing what the court ordered me to do. What a freak, right?"

The courtroom was dead silent, save for the grunt of male agony from Thrash. Gnash hid her face with her hands, wishing to disappear. She then realized those hands still had the scent of the three men's junk and she pulled them away. "Whatever, let's get this over with."

She scooted over to Harold the cat, his gray fur being the same shade as the other men. He looked nervous, but after that dick punch she thought any man would be. She wrapped her mouth around his balls and immediately gagged. "What the hell?"

Nina and the judge perked up at this. The cat tried to back away, but Gnash grabbed his butt and forced him closer. She once more sucked at a man's scrotum and had the entire ball in her mouth. She tried to speak but having a piece of male anatomy blocking her airways made understanding her impossible. Spitting out his nut, she quickly grabbed at the base of his scrotum to squish the nuts out and see as much detail as possible. "There's a little burn here! On lefty. That's why his balls tasted funny when he ran into me, and they still tastes funny."

"A burn?" Nina thought to herself. "Of course, the security lasers. They produce a scorching heat, that's why he screamed when his balls swung into them during the burglary. It has to be Harold."

"Yeah, you're going to jail, toasted nuts!" Yelled Gnash in triomph. She pulled down at his sack to help herself up, it's the least he could do. The bailiff promptly handcuffed Harold, without even letting him get his pants back on.

Nina approached Gnash and the cat. "You know, you could press sexual assault charges."

Harlod pleaded, shaking his head frantically. "I didn't mean to, it was an accident."

Gnash camped her hands on her hips. "Look, you clearly had trouble with your little kitten down there, so I got why you did it. But you should have spoken up sooner before I had to slobber six different nuts. So I'll tell you what, I'm willing to agree to not press any charges."

Harold lit up with relief at this news, only for his face to fall back into despair as Gnash completed her thought.

"If you let me use your balls as a punching bag."

"But, I can't, that would-" He stammered out, not looking forward to the idea.

"Or you can forever have a sex crime on your record. Up to you, roasted nuts."

The cat shivered but eventually relented, agreeing to the terms. Gnash knelt down again, getting to ideal striking range for her deadly punches.

Thrash held his own nuts, already remembering the pain his sister could bring. "I don't see any kittens in that guy's future."

Gnash reeled back and delivered a monstrous haymaker to the cat's bare testicles, causing them to swing back to his butt. He curled up and crumpled to the ground, his hands still cuffed to deny him any relief his cradling hand could give.

"Come on." Gnash said cracking her knuckles " You ruined my jog so I'm going to get a work out here instead."

The judge, having lost his erection at the sight of the testicular abuse before him asked "Did we ever ask where the Rod was?"

Nina smirked, biting her finger at the sight as gnash didn't wait for Harold to rise again, simply pounding her fist down to smash his aching testicles into the hard ground. "Lets give her a moment, Im sure he will be willing to tell us everything if we offer to stop this."

The cats scream of pain grew a few octaves higher as Gnash slammed her fist down like a hammer. "After a few minutes" Nina mused.