Chapter 7: Draggin' the Magikarp

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"Come on, Fluttershy, hurry up!" Spike called over his shoulder, drawing in a deep breath afterward. Moving one foot in front of the other, only a couple of steps quickly drew the breath back out of him. Panting and wiping a claw over his forehead, he wheezed, "We gotta... hustle. Whew, this is tougher than I thought."

"Um, Spike, maybe I should carry Twilight instead of Magikarp," Fluttershy suggested, Magikarp flopping on her back but otherwise staying put.

Spike shook his head, arching his back forward with a pained expression as a crack sounded from his back. "Not needed, Fluttershy. Twilight's carried me plenty of times, so me doing the same can't be that different." Spitting into his palms and rubbing his claws together vigorously, he grabbed ahold of Twilight's tail once more and pulled her over his shoulder.

"But, um, you're not really carrying her. More... dragging."

Twilight's tongue stuck out of the side of her mouth as her unconscious form was dragged across theground, dirt and other unquestionable materials being picked up by her open mouth. Each pebble and rock her head was lugged over made her groan faintly.

"Still counts," he muttered, hauling Twilight's body a couple more feet. Luckily for him, they had already arrived at the library after a trip through town. Ponies stared at them in a mix of wonder, amazement, and downright confusion. Either from the knocked out Twilight being dragged like a ragdoll, or the mysteriousair breathing fish that never blinked on Fluttershy's back.

Twilight's head thumped painfully against the single step leading to the doorway, and once Spike got the door opened her face was tugged across the hardwood floor to the inside of the house.

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