“I swear officer,” Rarity stammered under the weight of his judgemental gaze. “Those aren’t mine. I didn’t even put them in my bag!”

“Ahuh.” He was unmoved. A fine sheen of sweat beaded across Rarity's brow. She could feel the growing unrest of the ponies in line behind her. The line she was currently holding up.

“You expect me to believe,” he continued, “That these contraband, which were found in your bag, which you already attested that you packed yourself, are not yours?”

“Honestly sir,” she insisted, “they aren’t. I don’t even own any nunchucks.”

The second guard snorted derisively as he continued rifling through her bag. “A likely story. What do you have to say about this then? Also not yours, I expect?” He extracted a hoof from her embroidered travel bag clutching a plastic-wrapped brick of unlabeled white powder.

“That’s… powered sugar,” Rarity said slowly. “It’s a souvenir. For my friend who bakes.” Her eyes darted across the crowded border station, not-so-discreetly gauging the distance to the exits.

“Sure it is. And I suppose some meddling gremlin just snuck these PM-62 anti-personnel mines into your bags as well?”

“Those are… also gifts. She’s into very… experimental baking.”

The guard made a small noise of disapproval. The first one, who still wielded the nunchucks, made a small signal to some of his associates across the room. They began to approach.

“And how do you explain these chocolate eggs with a toy inside? These are illegal in Equestria, you know.”

“Oh, are they?” she chuckled awkwardly, “I had no idea. Better get them out of the way then.” Before anyone could stop her, Rarity snatched the eggs in her magic and swallowed them whole.

“That… uh… okay then?” The nunchuck guard found himself speechless.

“YEEOWCH!” Guard #2 yanked his hoof from the bag, trailing a rope of small reptiles gripping each other jaw to tail to hoof. “What in the name of Celestia’s thick flanks are these?!”

“Ah, Barrel-Gilas,” Rarity supplied, “Quite a rare creature. Another gift for a friend of mine who enjoys exotic animals.”

“Rare alright.” The guard who was not trying to dislodge an ever-growing conga line of reptiles from his foreleg replied. “Rare and protected.”

“Are they now? My mistake.”

Seeing that his companion was going to be useless for at least the next several minutes, he set down his nunchucks and took over searching through her seemingly bottomless bags. Other guards had arrived at this point (much to the displeasure of the ponies waiting in the lines they had abandoned) but just stood by to enjoy the show.

“What… what is this?” Pulling most of his upper body out of the bag, he held aloft a piece of string with a brass ring on the end.

“Hm. I’m not terribly sure,” Rarity replied easily, “Mind if I take a look?”

Seeing no immediate harm, he hoofed it over to her. The string continued unwinding from within the bag. She studied it for a second. “Ah. Of course. Tell me, dear sirs, have you ever heard of Ender-luggage?" They hadn't and shook their heads. "Marvelous invention. It allows a piece of luggage to share space with a chest back in your home. And if one needs to do an emergency transport, all they have to do is pull this cord. Like this.” She did, and was immediately sucked into the bag, along with all her extracted possessions. The bag then inverted on itself and disappeared with a small pop!

The group of guards stared at the space she had previously occupied, then turned to each other.

"Technically," one finally said, "I didn't see her actually step across the border, so whatever craziness that was is no longer my department."

Author's Notes:

Original Prompt: I didn't put those in my bag
Original Contest Date: October 27, 2019
Strict 550 word limit.
22 minute writing time.