Here's that Applejack artwork I've been teasing, based on this scene:
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/564202/1/pick-your-perspective-between-a-cowgirl-and-a-diva/point-of-view-youre-married-to-applejack

Both of you remembered more clothing was needed to leave the house, and shoes, so you went upstairs to collect yours and hers, slipping into yours before heading back down the stairs. They were a little too skimpy for leaving the farm, and she hadn’t given you any particular direction, so you left her blue jean shorts upstairs in favour of a skirt she could probably still wear.

Once you were back downstairs, you kneeled and held her skirt open at the floor for her as she gently threaded her left foot through, and then her right; you slowly pulled them up until she could grab them, but stayed kneeling.

“You enjoyin’ the view down there?” She smirked. It wasn’t as if she could see to button the skirt anyway.

“You know it.” You helped her with the skirt, and gave her belly a quick kiss before quickly standing with a flourish, not at all obnoxiously flaunting your mobility compared to hers. She chuckled a little for no reason whatsoever.