"Okay, bread should be almost ready to pull out the oven."
It was a crispy, autumn evening, the forest of trees had their leaves falling around a quaint little home. The owner, local chef Isaac, had his baking and cooking skills put to the test as today was the day some family members were coming over for a small gathering. It had been quite a challenge, but the young chef was able to nab some choice recipes and generously dressed the dinning room table with tons of tasty and festive dishes.
The oven's timer went off. Isaac smelled the savory aroma as he went to open its doors and saw the bread was nicely baked. There, he let out a proud sigh. "There, looks like everything..."
Just then, he noticed that, while he may have had all the entrées and appetizers covered, he forgot the one very important dish to end the gathering's big meal. It appeared he was missing a dessert, earning himself a hard palm to the face. Tensions began to rise, for, currently 10:55, the family was set to arrive around noon.
"Not to worry," Isaac huffed. "I'm pretty sure I have something quick to throw together."
The chef went through his cupboards to find that he was out of baking supplies, having used up what remained for the feast. He looked in the fridge and freezer to see if he had anything, only to find himself weakly offered the only thing available: an average tub of vanilla ice cream.
"Oi, okay, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't mind ice cream, but...yeah, I got nothing. I'm screwed."
Isaac then noticed something as he frantically flipped through a thin catalog, the same catalog that he got when he went to order some apple cider for the gathering. Looking at the cover, he spotted a number as well as a small stamp:
"Need something sweet and tasty at the very last second? Feel free to give us a call at Honeycrips' Catering. We promise to deliver in a minute, or it's free."
It stated.
"Eh, what have I got to lose?" Isaac shrugged, moving to reach the phone and dialed. "Yes, hello? I'd like to place an order. One apple pie, please. That's 321 Random Street. Pony package? Uh...sure. Thank you, goodbye."
Mere moments after hanging up and scoffing at the stamp's guarantee, there was a light set of knocks on the door. "Huh, that was fast." Isaac glided toward the door.
Looking outside, he made a quick scope of the front porch until he peered down to spot a...
A pony.
Dressed in a tiny red work shirt with its sleeves rolled up, a dark brown vest, and a Stenton hat was an orange mare who had flowing blond hair. It had a nametag that read: Applejack.
"Talk about fast service," Isaac nodded, impressed. "Howdy there, li'l partner."
The pony sat on her flank and made an adowable scrunchy face at the terrible accent.
"Sorry," the man chuckled sheepishly, offering a few dollars. "Couldn't help myself."
Applejack nodded and secured the fine pay before pulling out a box from a saddlebag that contained a fresh apple pie.
"Thank you so much, you are a lifesaver. Just let me go get you a big ol—"
Applejack merely shook her head, making her way over to his hand and rubbed her freckled face against his palm with an adorable pout.
"What, am I tipping you with petting and stuff?" Isaac scoffed playfully, cupping her dimpled cheek.
The sweet apple smiled looking up at him with an affirming nod.
"Oh, you're actually serious? You ponies are weird, but...you are awfully precious. Aw, come here."
Setting the warm box aside, Isaac stroked her hair with a flowing pat, causing the orange mare to stomp a hoof as her kind customer moved to her floppy ears.
"You are just the cutest thing, you know that?"
The pony blushed and hid behind her smol hat. Her irresistible aura of cute triggered a fuzzy urge inside the human as he swept her off her hooves, twirling her around the room in his arms toward the kitchen where he sat at the nearest dining chair.
"Your fur feels so warm and cuddly," Isaac cooed, proceeding to smooch her fuzzy nose. "It's like I'm hugging a plushie, but it's alive!"
Applejack stuck her tongue out with a wink and a blep before hiding her grinning face behind her squishy li'l hoofsies.
Soon, Isaac began to rub her tummy and caressed it in loving circles, patting her tidy mane while Applejack retaliated with a swift boop to his cheek. Full of silly vengeance, the man blew a loud raspberry against the warm depths of her floof. It soon evolved into a playful war of wubs and wuving as both were smiling and squirming.
Eventually, Isaac dealt one last boop to the comforted cuddle monster nestled in his tender hold, her nose scrunched up. Happy with the wonderful tip, Applejack leaned in to pull the human into a tight, comfy hug and planted a tiny kiss on his cheek. There, the clock on the wall rang loud.
12:00 PM.
"Already?" Isaac rubbed his head, rising from the chair. "Wow, I didn't even realize, my folks could be here any minute."
With her job done and paid in full, Applejack leaped off of his lap and tipped her hat, making her way to the door.
"Hold on!" Isaac called out. "Maybe, you can stay and join all of us for dinner? I'm sure they wouldn't mind someone as cute and adorable as you."
Applejack stopped in her tracks and looked at the human and then to the door.
"It's okay, we'd be glad to have you. You're good company."
After a brief moment of thinking, the mare nodded as Isaac swept her up in his arms once more, planting a thankful boop upon her wittle nose.
"Great. Now let's put some ice cream on that pie."
Applejack clapped her hooves happily.