Daring Do and The ring of dusk

She took her purse before locking her car, took out her keys from the purse and opened the door. She flipped the switch revealing the hall then head to her room upstairs where she took a change of clothes. She took off her hat and let her smooth, black and grey mane stream down her neck displaying its rather sharp edges, and her dark shades revealing her gorgeous raspberry red eyes. Her cream dress was now replaced with a white tank top and tight, brown, short shorts.

At that point, no-anthro could slip the identity of the mare. She was no longer the harmless author A.K Yearling but the adventurous Daring Do. She gave a light stretch to ease her body as well as her Pegasus wings, before lying down on her bed and looked up to the ceiling. Her ears twitched lightly at a point as she had a distinct feeling that she was being watched. She ignored the suspicion and went downstairs to the living room. Little did she know that she was actually being watched by a mare hiding in her wardrobe. Daring sat at her dining table, with the scripts on the left and her laptop on her right. Before she started anything, she made a call to an old friend of hers. As the call went through, she decided to pour for herself some whiskey.

“Hello, Jake Miller speaking.” said a stallion’s voice once the call was picked.

“Hey Jake, it’s Daring.”

“Oh, Daring, what’s up?” he said, his voice beaming with excite, “It’s been such a long time since I’ve heard from you. Man, how long has it been? Four months?”

“Yes, it has been quite a while now. Anyway, I need help on some info about a bunch of scripts I got earlier about a ring.” she said as she raised her glass to take a small taste of the sweet smelling whiskey.

“Lay it on me.”

The moment the glass touched her soft lips, it was slowly drawn back by a bump coming from upstairs. Instantly, she knew something was wide off the mark. She had to end her conversation a bit early as well as give the whiskey a little wait.

“Daring? Ya still there?” Jake asked a bit concerned since she was taking quite long to reply.

“Just search about the ‘Ring of Dusk’ and tell me what comes up. I got to go.” she whispered.

Before Jake could reply, Daring had already disconnected the line. She gently kept the glass of whiskey onto the table and looked up at the staircase wondering what had caused the sudden bump. Could it be a box in her attic that just tipped over and fell, a burglar, a bird that simply lost its way and met her window? Either way, she had to be very vigilant. She reached for her P-9mm pistol, which was attached under the table. She slowly went up the stairs with both hands on the gun and her finger on the trigger. She stood at the center of the hall waiting to hear another sound. Her ears flicked to the shuffling from her room. She silently walked to the door and slowly pushed the door open, to find a mare going through her stuff. Her fur was a nice cerulean blue color. She had black cargo shorts, a white shirt covered by a black hoodie. Her rainbow colored tail swayed left and right showing that the mare was somewhat happy for some apparent reason. It was then when Daring took a keen look at the mare, that she discovered why she was so joyful.

The mare was sniffing though her panties! Daring was perplexed by what she saw as she lowered her gun. Why, in all of Equestria, would a mare break into her house, just to sniff her panties? It just didn’t make sense. The blue mare let out light moans as she sniffed Daring’s panties. The musk scent rushing through her nostrils made her aroused by the minute, her eyes rolling back as the fragrance of Daring’s inner garments took her away. At a point Daring felt like leaving the poor mare alone since she would just be a waste of time. But she couldn’t take any chances.

“Don’t move.” she said pointing the gun at the mare.

“Shit.” the mare whispered as the time in her little world of fantasy was interrupted, her heart quickly beginning to race.

“Get up and turn around.” she ordered.

The mare slowly stood up and turned around slowly as ordered. Once she saw the gun, she began to tense up. Daring couldn’t figure out who the mare was due to the black hoodie that cast a shadow over her face. All she could see was her blue muzzle sticking out of the shadow as well as a few strands of her rainbow colored mane.

“Who are you?” Daring asked.

“Look, I don’t want any trouble.” the mare said.

“Well, that’s a little too late for that don’t you think?” she said.

“Hey, m-maybe we could just talk about this.” the mare said, slowly taking a step forward.

“Don’t you come any fucking closer or I’m going to put a bullet right between your eyes.” Daring threatened as she gripped the gun even tighter.

The mare stood where she was and gulped lightly. Since reasoning with her was out of the picture, she had to find an alternate plan.

“I grow impatient.” Daring said and shot on the floor beside the mare.

Her legs became stiff as her muscles quivered. Her lungs narrowed down and she could hardly breath, unable to say any work from the sheer shock she was experiencing. Nervousness filled every inch of her body. At that point she knew that the buff brown mare wasn’t kidding around when she threatened to shoot her. If she needed to escape, she had to do something…..and fast.

“This is your last chance to tell me who you are. You have two seconds.” Daring said as she pointed the gun back at the mare.

A streak of sweat rolled down her head. She could feel her blood surge through her veins at an alarming rate. Adrenalin wanting to burst right out of her. Without thought she jumped on Daring. During their intense clash, the gun’s trigger was pulled unintentionally. The shot passed unheard.

Rainbow Dash woke up in a bed, her head still having a slight buzz from the whack that got her unconscious. She looked over her right arm and saw bandages wrapped around her shoulder. At first she was confused but then it dawned to her that during the time she jumped on Daring, she pulled the trigger and shot her on the shoulder. She gently pressed it with her left arm and it produced a light sharp pain as she winced slightly. Looking around the room she was in, the blue mare discovered that she was in a hospital room. Her head sunk into the soft, white pillow and looked up at the ceiling, watching the overhead fan twirl around. She lifted her right arm looking at the long tube that ran along it before it hid itself under the bandage. She looked over to her left side and saw her black hoodie lying on a chair. Her eyes narrowed down. She hastily tossed the blanket away and jumped out of the bed like it had spikes. The drip stand got caught up on the bed thus yanking the tube out of her bandage. A sharp pain surged through her shoulder as held it in sheer agony and fury. She growled in anger as she grit her teeth, however she soldiered on. Whatever she must have left in her jacket must have been very valuable.

She dug into the inner left pocket of her hoodie and pulled out a small, pink book with a small lock attached to it. It was her private diary.  She gave a sigh of relief and gently squeezed it against her chest. If any anthro were to get hold of her diary, especially Daring Do and read it, they would be in one heck of a surprise of what she writes. She kept it back in her hoodie and looked at the wall clock. It was half past midnight.

“Oh damn, I better get home.” She wore her hoodie, zipped it up, kept her hood on and head for the door.

Seconds before touching the door handle, the door swung open. She looked up only for her eyes to meet those of Daring’s. She quickly looked down as silence filled the room. She rubbed her right lower arm in worry and looked back at Daring wondering what she was doing there. Was she there to question her, check up on her, take her to the police…… kill her??? The list just kept going and going. Her body soon felt cold and frail from the suspense.

“Oh, Rainbow Dash, you’re finally awake.” Daring Do said with a slight grin.