“Hey, don’t- don’t worry about me, Tank,” Rainbow Dash wheezed between breathes as she caught the concerned look of her pet tortoise’s face. “I- I got this.” Though as confident as she tried to come across, her low voice sounded far too tired and meek to inspire much hope.

Already, she knew this was a lost cause for her. In the time it took to drag her massively out-of-shape body even a few inches through the rough grass as her heavy flesh bulged through the tears of her over-stretched clothes, Tank had managed to scuttle almost halfway across the spacious backyard.

“On second thought… maybe give me a sec.”