''BON-BON!'' Lyra yelled, ''Why do you smell like sweaty apples?''
Uh-oh, Bon-Bon thought. ''Ummm, I was galloping through an apple orchard?''
''You shagged Big Mac, didn't you?'' Lyra asked accusingly.
Bon-Bon sighed, defeated. ''No, Applejack.''
''Bonny, shame on you! You knew that mare was holding out for a special somepony, not a quick romp in the hay!''
''Lyyyrraaa, I have changeling needs. Needs which only a good bucking could satisfy.
''Wait, you turned into a tree?'' Lyra inquired.
''Yeah, Applejack loves apple bucking. I brought some fruit back too.''
''Bon-Bon?''
''Yes, beloved?''
''Why do these apples taste like fish?''