A Narrow Bunk on a Train

"Consarnit, Dash!" Applejack shouted. Dash and Sunburst both jerked awake and bleared into the morning sunlight.

AJ's hooves were planted on the guardrail of their narrow bunk, her furious face inches from Sunburst's.

"Dash, I did not want to wake up smelling like I got hotboxed in—" she switched to her Rarity fancy-talk impression "—eau de whorehouse!"

Dash laughed. "Whorehouse? AJ, I only fuck for free, you know that."

AJ flapped a hoof, lost for words.

Dash arched her back, forelegs planted on the mattress, stretching her shoulders and upper back luxuriantly, then flared her wings as much as possible in the narrow space. "You're just jealous you lost the coin toss and had to sleep alone. Sunburst here's a good lay."

Applejack looked at him. "Dash, he's bruised like he pissed off the Los Alicornios Police."

"I can't help I'm a biter," Dash said with a nip at Sunburst's bruised ear.

"We dun bought you a mouth guard after what you did to Big Mac." AJ shook her head and left the cabin, presumably heading to breakfast, and likely to get half the dining car to herself, given the smell.

"Now for the hard part," Dash said.

"Apologizing to Applejack?"

"Separating ourselves after your cum dried in our pubic fluff."