Part 3: Like They Are My Own Daughters and I'm Not The Only Famous One?!

Spirit stared at the yearling filly.

Her build was very slim, and she was a little bony in some areas, but she was very pretty. Her mane and tail were jet black and sparkled rather than shined. She had a kind of white Appaloosa "blanket" marking on her back and sides, and she had a calf face, like Rain's, and her main coat color was a red color, like Rain's, too, she had black hocks and knees, and white stockings, the hind marking reaching up to her haunches, and her eyes were a brown color, like his own. She looked like a mixture of himself and Rain! She could be his daughter!

The yearling stared back at Spirit. "Umm… h-hello," she greeted him softly, a bit nervously.

Spirit jerked back, like he had been struck in the face, but it was from realization that he had been staring at her. Great. Now she probably thinks I'm those kind of guys that want to… He shuddered, not liking to think the last part. He swallowed and forced himself to meet her unsure gaze. "Hello," he replied, trying to keep his voice from breaking.

Self-conscious, she glanced toward one of the foals. "Strawberry, you and Calypso have to go back to the nursery, Mrs. Nellie's orders."

The foals looked downcast. "Aw, awwight, Shewwy," came an adorable, tiny voice, then one of the foals stepped out.

Spirit gasped, taking a breath. The foal looked like a mini version of the yearling!

The yearling looked at Spirit nervously again, then nudged the foal and her friend, the red one.

Spirit noticed that the red foal also had white socks and black around her knees and hocks. He wondered which one was Strawberry and which one was Calypso. And… what did the foal call her? "Shewwy"? He then remembered young foal gibberish included the R's sounding like W's. So, you take the W's and change them into R's, and you get… "Sherry". He smiled, and looked back to where Sherry and the two foals were, but they had already left, probably to the nursery as Sherry said.

Spirit sighed heavily, feeling a fatherly love for those two fillies.

Rain raised her brow, looking at her husband questioningly. "Um, Spirit, honey, are you okay?"

"Hmm?" Spirit looked at her, eyes half-closed. "Oh, yeah," he replied after a second. "I'm definitely okay." He grinned.

"… Okay…?" Rain was still confused.

Spirit turned away, not thinking anything about it.

All of a sudden, a very dark bay, small, yet cocky looking and handsome stallion approached him with a wide smile. Spirit noticed that this stallion was the one who helped Nellie with the dishes. "Yo, wassup?"

Spirit opened his eyes wide in shock. How dare this imposter greet him like that! Spirit snorted, glaring. "Who are you?" He asked rudely.

The stallion looked like he just realized something. "Oh, sorry," he apologized. Spirit noticed that this stallion had a very heavy "cool" accent.

"The name's Warrior," the stallion continued, then gave Spirit his wide smile again. "Sorta fits me, huh?" He let out a chuckle, like he had just said something amusing.

Spirit smirked. "Pleased to meet you, "Warrior", but do you know who I am?"

The stallion's smile disappeared and he looked at Spirit blankly.

Spirit wrinkled his nose. "I am Spirit, the famous, wild Mustang!"

Warrior looked at him blankly for a few more seconds, then his eyes flashed. "Ohhhhhh!" He said with realization. "You're the famous Spirit?"

"Yes, I'm the famous Spirit," Spirit answered, heavy sarcasm in his voice and expression.

"Yo, hey!" Warrior seemed pleased despite Spirit's rude behavior. He flicked Spirit's shoulder with the end of his tail. "I'm talkin' to the famous Spirit, heheheheh!" He smiled widely. He looked around. "Yo, I got something to tell you, too." He then moved to Spirit's side, lowering his voice, acting like this was a big secret. "I'm Warrior, the famous racing Thoroughbred!"

Spirit stared at Warrior, defeated, though not believing completely. Great. 10 to 1, I lose! He glared at the floor.

"Eyyy!" Warrior said, his exclamation rough, nipping Spirit's withers. "Don't let it get ya down, alright?" He told Spirit encouragingly. "On the scale of popularity, yours is across America rather than just this one town." He turned the opposite of Spirit, then Spirit noticed a few young mares standing outside, smiling at Warrior and there eyes flashing. Warrior looked at Spirit. "But, on the scale of looks?" Warrior closed his eyes, turning his head away. "Whoaaaa!" His voice sounded disgusted, turned gruff, still with accent, like his exclamation.

Spirit gasped and glared, offended.

Warrior went off with the girls who were swishing their tails merrily.

Spirit glared after them. "The town bad-boy, definitely," he muttered.

Rain elbowed Spirit.

Spirit grunted and glared at her, then noticed the shy-looking mare in front of him. She was young, if a human she'd be 16, her coat was a orangey, chesnut color, her mane, tail, legs, and muzzle black. Her mane was cut short like Warrior's, and her size wasn't much different.

Spirit opened his eyes wide. No way! "Seabiscuit?" He asked with surprise. "The racing Seabiscuit?!"

The mare nodded shyly. "Umm, yeah," she answered softly.

Spirit let out a whinny of utter defeat. Two famous racehorses were here! Spirit thought he'd be the only famous one!

Seabiscuit looked alarmed, backing up, then looked a little scared.

"Oh, I didn't mean to scare you," Spirit apologized the best he could, seeing her reaction.

"I-It's okay," she forgave him, then hurried into a room, self-conscious.

Spirit sighed with relief and defeat.

All of a sudden, the mare Daisy bounced up to him, smiling widely, Billy seeming to be chasing her. "Titan allowed me to show you the rooms," she said.

Billy glared sternly at Daisy. "Daisy, Father said I was supposed to-"

"Shut up!" Daisy snapped at Billy before he could say everything, then smiled at Spirit, chuckling a bit nervously. "Come on, I'll show you."

As much as Spirit hated it, he let her lead him to the rooms. She was probably his biggest fan here, anyway.

They went up the stairs, and to the right was a light, baby green hallway, with rooms along the sides, as they walked down, Spirit got to see what each teenagers' rooms looked like.

The first room to the left had posters of rappers and rock bands all over the walls, it was messy there, homework strewn about. Then Spirit saw that chesnut stallion that had smirked at him kissing with the brown mare that had smirked at himself. Spirit snorted. Are they allowed to do that?!

"Oh. That's Tyler's room," Daisy said, smacking her mouth on the first word. "He's always in there making out with Brownie," she said it with a giggle and sarcasm in her voice. "Even though we're not really allowed to do that, they do it alllll the time." She smiled at looked forward.

Spirit took in a sharp breath. Those two were breaking a rule! And they've probably been doing that for a long time! Spirit snorted, glaring. "I'm going to report them," he vowed.

Daisy looked at him. "Sure, but that's not going to make them quit," she said honestly.

Spirit squinted. "I'll do it, anyway."

Daisy shrugged and they continued down the hallway.

Spirit looked at room on the right, but the door was closed and… was there faint kissing sounds?

Spirit's eyes opened wide. No telling what those teenagers were doing if the door is closed! "Who's in there?!" He whispered to Daisy.

Daisy looked at Spirit, then to the closed door. "Oh, that's Blackie's room. He's a yearling, but he does his homework a lot and willingly."

Spirit's eyes opened even wider. Blackie? A yearling? Likes to do his homework? Kissing sounds coming from the room? Spirit's eyes opened even wider, this time in realization. Who else was the only yearling here? SHERRY! Oh, no, Blackie doesn't!

Not caring what Rain, Daisy, and Billy would think of him, Spirit barged into the room, hearing a female gasp, then his jaw dropped. Sherry was there with Blackie! And Spirit had a pretty good idea what they were doing. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" He roared, aiming at Blackie.

Sherry and Blackie looked like they had been electrocuted from how surprised they were.

Sherry looked at Blackie and Blackie looked at Sherry. Blackie looked at Spirit. "Uhhhh, I can explain, sir!"

Spirit stomped over, fuming, feeling over-protective of Sherry. "There's absolutely nothing to explain! I know perfectly well of what you are doing!" He yelled at Blackie.

Blackie flinched from Spirit's anger and looked at Sherry apologetically.

Not being able to control himself, Spirit went over to Sherry. "You come with me, young lady! You've got some punishment to have done!" He took a lock of her mane between his teeth and started to pull her to the door.

Sherry squealed and jerked away. "Get away from me!" She cried, pressing against Blackie fearfully, hate in her eyes.

Spirit gasped from how her eyes sparked with anger… directed at him! "I…" Spirit began.

"Get out of here!" Sherry yelled at him. "I love Blackie, we were just kissing! There's nothing wrong with that! We promised each other we wouldn't go across that line, so get out! You're not my father, GET OUT!"

Pierced by her words, Spirit stumbled backward, out of the room, and shut his eyes tightly when Sherry slammed the door in his face. When he opened his eyes, he opened them widely. He looked at Billy, Rain, and Daisy.

They were staring at him, looking awed and a bit scared.

Spirit took in a breath, then faced them. He cleared his throat. "Um, proceed to my room," he told Daisy, trying to hide the hurt from Sherry's last words.

Daisy shook her mane, trying to recover, then they continued down the hall, Spirit's head low, feeling hurt and angry with himself. He knew Sherry now hated him greatly for barging in like he did, not mention the stare he gave her when he saw her for the first time. He didn't blame her. He had acted like a pissed off father, when she wasn't even his business in the first place.

Now he wouldn't have two more daughters….