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// Ponies and Packages: Chrysalis 
// Story: The Box 
// by lunabrony 
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	Chrysalis had entered the living room, and all three individuals in the room stood in a very quiet circle, all sort of staring at each other in an uncomfortable silence.
"Chrysalis," Twilight said.
"Twilight," Chrysalis said.
"Spike!" Spike chimed in, and both mares looked at him. "Sorry, was just trying to lighten the mood. When exactly did Chrysalis live here again, anyway?"
"Well I wouldn't say LIVED here," Chrysalis said. "It was more of a temporary inconvenience. I came down with neighmonia and had to stay here for about four weeks. Don't you remember?"
"I remember," Spike said. "Twilight said you were the most demanding, ungrateful-"
"Who wants lemonade?!" Twilight chimed in, pushing Spike out of the room. "Spike, go get lemonade for our... guest." She gave him a dirty look, and returned to the front.
"Did you ever happen to change your address of residence while you were recuperating here?" Twilight asked.
"Only on a temporary basis, I had to let my army know how I was doing," Chrysalis responded. "It was a necessity in a time of war."
"But we weren't at war..." Twilight sounded confused.
"It's the War Against Wubs, you wouldn't understand it. In any case, I changed my address back to the uninhabited desert you launched me into. Thank you SO very much for that, by the way."
"Don't start that again, you had it coming."	
"I had it coming?"
"You had it coming. You only had yourself to blame."
Chrysalis slowly circled. "You weren't there. You didn't see it. Or I bet you would have done the same."
Spike called from the other room.
"I sense someone is making vague passing references to musicals again..."
Twilight shushed him. "In any case, business calls. Would you PLEASE attempt to open the box so we can finally get this over with and see what's in there?"
Chrysalis blinked. "Is that what this is all about? A box?" She laughed, turning to look upon it. Her horn glowed, enveloping the parcel in a green glow. And as easily as anything, the first flap flew open.
"It's working!" Twilight exclaimed. 	
"Of course it's working, was there ever any doubt?"
An offended looking blue unicorn banged her hoof on the window. "Hey! That line belongs to Trixie!"
Twilight facehooved.
The second flap of the box swung open, and Chrysalis lifted it off the ground, shaking the box upside down. It took a few violent shakes, through which Twilight was biting her lip in anticipation, but eventually a square shaped bright pink fuzz smacked into the ground.
"What is it?" Twilight asked.
"It's disgustingly fluffy, whatever it is," Chrysalis said, and poked at it with her hoof. After two pokes, the fuzz burst out suddenly into a vaguely pony shaped figure, with such force that Chrysalis was knocked over on her flank.
Spike re-emerged with a pitcher of lemonade, pointing a claw at the sudden arrival of... whatever it was.
"Dude, that's creepy."
Wide staring eyes snapped open, and Twilight jumped backward several inches. The eyes blinked several times, and eventually locked on Chrysalis.
*SUPER EXCITED GASP*
With a rush, the fluffy pony launched herself at Chrysalis, who screamed in fright and confusion and made a run for the door. 
"Get it away from me!" She demanded.
Twilight was just as confused as any of them, and without another word, as Chrysalis was chased down the street, slowly closed the door.
"What just happened?" She asked.
"I don't know," Spike said. "But doesn't anyone want a glass of lemonade?"
"I do!" A male voice said.
Discord materialized out of nowhere, and swiftly yanked the pitcher from the dragon, emptying the contents, lemons and all, into his mouth. He grinned, and maintained a look of pure innocence.
"What?" He asked. "Why is that every time something happens, everypony assumes I had something to do with it? I'm innocent, I tell you!" He pouted.
"And you didn't put that poor thing in a box, then? It was in there for days! Nothing about this makes sense!"
"My dear Twilight," Discord said. "The best KIND of sense is the kind that doesn't make any."
***

ELSEWHERE

"Is it safe yet?" Princess Celestia slowly poked her head out from beneath a pile of pillows that had been stacked in the official Canterlot pillow fight room.
"I think so," Luna said, emerging from the other side. "I think it's gone."
"Do you have any idea what that was?"
"Not a clue."
Celestia sighed, and emerged from her pillow fort. "Are you sure we did the right thing, sending it to Ponyville like that?"	
"If anyone can find a home for it, it's Twilight Sparkle. But whyever did you encrypt it with Changeling sensors?"
"Because we ask so much of Twilight already," Celestia explained. "That creature clearly needed someone to love it, and I thought perhaps Chrysalis would be a good match for it."
Luna caught on. "And you have no idea where Chrysalis is hiding, except for when she visits Twilight. So you decided to draw her out... but why go to all this trouble? You could have left a note, or advance notice, or any number of things."
Celestia grinned. "I'm over a thousand years old, how else am I going to have any fun? I'm sure she'll figure it out."
Luna sighed. "I hope we don't regret this."
"Dear sister," Celestia said. "What's the worst that could happen?"