The set of purple rimmed eyes of the orange coated filly turned themselves over to the bed. She let go a loud gulp before some moaning came from it. Moaning that was followed by an unseen moment from their position. Both Sweetie and Scootaloo were as silent as the grave. They were even afraid to breath. They both thought that any sound too much could possibly wake Rarity up and that was the last thing they would be needing, a cranky sister that would be shouting at them.