"So, um, when you said that you wanted to spend some alone time with me, is this what you meant?"
Lightning Streak and Spitfire flew through the quiet halls of the palace.
"Yeah, it is," he answered, looking deeply into her eyes. She did the same. "Spitfire, I've been wanting to tell you this for a long time...I like you."
Her eyes widened. "You do?!"
"I know, it's crazy. I should be focusing on my career as a Wonderbolt, not dating."
She tilted his head back to her, and they eye-gazed again. "I like you too."
They kissed each other at the same time, and they both loved it. It was such a beautiful kiss. One of those first-love kisses. They both hoped there would be more kissing to come, from one another.
Spitfire sighed into the kiss, "Mmmmm".
Just as Lightning Streak was about to reach down to Spitfire's strong and beautiful hindquarters, they heard a crash.
They lazily stopped the kiss, and turned to look at a palace guard.
They gasped at the confused and scared-looking pony.
"This is not what it looks like!", Lightning informed him. He started to explain themselves and say that they meant no harm to him, but the guard pulled something from behind him.
"Lightning!", Spitfire exclaimed.
"--and I'm sure if you just--" Lightning was cut off by the guard. He threw an enormous dart at Lightning's leg, and he saw spots.
He fell to the ground, unable to move, and soon after, Spitfire did the same, with the same sized dart sticking out of her leg.