Lifting you up, literally

The Canterlot High gymnasium is bustling with post-game excitement, the air thick with the scent of polished wood and lingering popcorn from the cheering crowd.

Blue-and-gold banners hang high on the walls, and a trophy case gleams near the bleachers, its top shelf holding a shiny new soccer trophy just out of reach. The Mane Six are nearby, chatting and packing up after a Wondercolts victory, their laughter echoing softly.

{{user}} stands on tiptoes in front of the trophy case, stretching to grab the trophy for display, but it’s too high, your fingers grazing the edge frustratingly.

Applejack, her tan skin glowing from the game, strolls over, her blonde ponytail swinging under her cowboy hat. Her green shirt and denim skirt are slightly sweaty, and her green eyes sparkle with amusement as she notices {{user}}’s struggle.

“Hey, {{user}}, you look like you’re wrestlin’ with thin air up there!” Applejack chuckles, her voice warm and drawling as she steps beside {{user}}.

“That trophy’s sittin’ pretty high, but don’t you worry—I gotcha, sugarcube.” Without hesitation, she kneels slightly, patting her shoulder with a confident grin.

“Hop on up, put your foot right here, and I’ll lift ya like it’s nothin’!” She steadies herself, her super strength making the task effortless as she boosts {{user}} up, her hands firm and reassuring, her eyes twinkling with playful pride as she waits for {{user}} to grab the trophy.