Almost a week has passed since my grandfoals came to visit. Both Derpy and Trixie have been following me around like lost puppies, they were about as adorable too. The first night they both slept in my bed with me. They were so cute, cuddled up under the covers. Just looking at them reminded me of their mothers. It made me feel like a dad again.

The second day we were there I took them to see Granny Sue. She gushed over the both of them and gave sloppy kisses on their foreheads. She also spoiled them both with bags of candy, candy that I had to hold onto, since they both started to gorge themselves on the sweet delicacies.

Then, of course, we went to visit Griffith. Griffith absolutely loved the two of them. Of course, growing fillies shouldn’t eat meat, so instead she made them red velvet cake. Honestly, I was kinda jealous. I’ve always loved red velvet cake, so I may have stolen a quick bite or two when they weren’t looking.

After a long day of visiting old friends and walking them around Canterlot to try and get some energy out, we decided to turn in for the day and head back to the castle. Derpy and Trixie both only had two more days with me, excluding today, and I had big plans for the last two days.

Walking up the castle, the guards at the front gate stopped me.

“Clean, have you been gone all day?”

“Uhm, yes? I’ve been walking these two around all day.” I said motioning to the two smiling fillies behind me.

“Alright, well I need to warn you. There was a suspicious pony earlier today. Reports say that she was asking around for you. I’d say be careful. We couldn’t remove her because she wasn’t technically doing anything wrong, but be careful.”

“You got it lil’ dude. If anything happens, I’ll be sure to run away screaming.”

“Of course sir. Oh, and be careful not to tell Morning Dew if you see her. Usually I don’t like keeping fellow guards out of the loop, but you know how she is when it comes to your safety.”

“Aight, well… Can we go in?”
“Of course Clean.”

And with that, he motion the other guard to move and they cleared the path. Both guards saluted to me as I walked past. I looked behind me to make sure Derpy and Trixie were following me, to see them trying to salute as well. They couldn’t get their hooves to stay up long, but it was adorable nonetheless.

“C’mon you two, you can join the Royal Guard when you’re older.”

“Okay grandpa!” They both said falling back into line beside me.

-=- -=- -=-

Derpy, Trixie, and I were were walking to the Celestia’s throne room to see if she wished to go eat with us. All three of us were greeted by the maids, guards, and anypony that walked by.

“CLEEAAAAN”

“Oh for fu-” I said, before being utterly decimated by a bundle of fur and feathers.

Pushing myself off the ground, I found myself sporting a new backpack.

“Hello Clean! I just woke up, and your face is the first one I see! Tonight's gonna be a good night, I know it!”

I reached behind me, grabbing by new backpack’s tail, pulling her off, and holding her upside down. She folded her forehooves into her chest and smiled.

“Morning Dew, if you keep hopping on my back, you’re going to break it.”

“Okaaay~!” She happily said, raising a hoof and grinning brightly.

“Sure, anyway, have you met these two yet?” I said, twisting her tail so she could see the two fillies.

“Are those two…”

Derpy and Trixie looked at each other, then looked back at Morning Dew and pointed at themselves.

“Yup, that they are.” I said, tightening my grip on her tail.

She struggled to get out of my grasp, fluttering her wings and pushing against my arm with her back legs.

“Clean that hurts! Please let me go!”

Derpy and Trixie both gasped, “Grandpa! Let her go, you’re hurting her!”

I raised Morning Dew higher and lightly swung her back and forth like a pendulum.

“Derpy, Trixie, do you know what a Thestral is?”

They shook their heads, looking at Morning Dew worriedly.

“Alright, this-” I said, poking her in the side and causing her to giggle. “Is a Thestral.”

I grabbed at one of her fluffy ears. “Do you see her ears? When a pony has ears like these it's a clear indication they’re a Thestral.”

The two sat down, looking at her in fascination, having completely forgotten to care about her. Instead they focused on the impromptu lesson.

I pointed next to her eyes, being careful not to poke them. “Notice the cat-like eyes, also a clear indication.”

They both nodded, trying to get a good look at the bat pony, who was giggling at their expressions.

“And lastly, notice the little fangs. They don’t serve a purpose, but they look cute.” I said, finally pointing to her teeth.

“Awwww, Clean. You’re making me blush.”

“Be quiet, the lessons not over. Anyway, do you two know what this means?”

They shook their heads again, focusing intently.

“That means that this-” I shook Morning Dew up and down. “Doesn’t hurt her at all. Thestrals, also known as bat ponies, can hang upside down from their tails.”

“Wait, so then she lied?” Derpy said.

“Yup, she did. Now, what do you think her punishment should be?”

Derpy brought her hoof up to her chin and thought, causing Trixie to roll her eyes.

“Oh! She has to buy us sweets!” Derpy said, fluttering into the air.

Morning Dew shrugged then patted Derpy on the head. Quite a surprising feat, figuring she was still upside down.

I set Dew down as gently as possible. “Alright you three, we got things to do, ponies to bother, and places to be.”

-=- -=- -=-

Opening the door to the throne room, we again found Celestia in front of a small line of ponies. They guards let us pass by the line, and a most of the ponies in the line said their hello’s to us.

Walking up to Celestia, I picked Derpy up and set her in her lap, then picked up Trixie and held her in my arms. Celestia simply kept talking with the pony in front of her. Neither party seemed bothered by the gray filly adorning Celestia’s lap.

As I stood, leaning against the throne, I brushed my fingers through Trixie’s mane. The dark and light blues always amazed me. Apparently it felt good to her, because she let out a loud yawn and relaxed in my arms. I looked over to Celestia to see her rubbing her hoof through Derpy’s mane like I did. She was already fast asleep in the princess’ lap.

Morning Dew had taken the place of one of the guards so that she could stand by me and wait. She wasn’t wearing her armor yet, but it wasn’t common for there to be a commotion this late in the day. At supper, most ponies decided to either stay home, or eat out.
Celestia asked the rest of the line to be quiet, so that the two fillies wouldn’t wake up. The line responded in kind, hushing up and only whispering to each other. When a pony would come up, they would speak as softly as possible. It was quite cute to be honest.

Celestia asked for my opinion on some matters, but mostly helped the ponies herself.

One of which was a light brown pony with a dark mane named Charlie. It was an odd name, more human than anything. What was interesting, however, was that his cutie mark was a mop. As it turned out, he actually came to see me. He said he’s always been good at cleaning up, and asked if I needed an assistant.

I told him that I didn’t, and that the castle didn’t need another janitor, since it's usually always clean. He was dejected at first, but then I spoke up.

“But there is a new museum opening up over on FairMare Lane. I hear they’re hiring workers, and I could put in a good word for you.”

He let out a loud gasp, before shoving his hoof in his mouth, realizing he almost woke up the fillies. He took his hoof out and smiled wide, before furiously nodding his head.

“Thanks Dayman! Watch out for the Nightman!” He said, running out of the throne room.

“Dayman?” Celestia whispered to me. To which I only shrugged.

-=- -=- -=-

When the last of the ponies were answered, Celestia ordered the guards to leave the throne room.

Celestia picked Derpy up off of her lap with magic, before standing up. Placing the sleeping on her back, I put Trixie beside her. They shifted so that they were cuddling up against each other.

Celestia looked over her back and cooed at them. Morning Dew flew up behind me, having the same reaction, before clutching her hoof against her chest, pretending to die of the cuteness.

“Alright you two, they’re cute. I get it, trust me. We gonna go eat or nah? I haven’t had a smoke in a while and I wanna do it while we walk.” I said, walking around the two of them.

“Alright Clean. Morning Dew, would you care to join us?”

“You betcha Princess. That's the entire reason I’m here. No offense meant, your highness.”

I pulled out the little box from my pocket, pulled a stick out, and lit it up.

“Alright then ladies, leggo.”

As I turned around to walk out, the doors were kicked open. Standing behind the door was a familiar face. A pink mare with a purple mane.

“Oh, Spoiled! It's good to see you again, sorr-”

“SHUT UP!”

The silence filling the hall was deafening. I looked over to the two fillies, and saw that they were starting to wake up.

Turning back to her, I said, “Spoiled! Be quiet, you’re gonna wake up-”

“Don’t you tell me to be quiet you insufferable monkey! You tricked me!”

I looked over to Celestia and then to Dew. Neither had any idea what she was talking about.

“Don’t play dumb with me! You said you’d come fix my garden for me, and you lied! Do you know how long I waited for you?!”

“Look, Spoiled, you need to calm down.”

“Calm down? Calm down?! How dare you! I’ll show you calming down!” She said, lighting her horn up.

“Don’t hurt my grandpa!” Came a voice from above.
Derpy, somehow, had snuck off of Celestia’s lap and took to the air. She tried to fly into Spoiled, but ended up getting hit with the blast instead.

As Derpy fell to the floor. We all stood still.

Any sense of understanding or compliance I had was thrown out the window. Every instinct I had was focused solely on the mare in front of me.

“I- I didn’t mean- I-” She tried to say, shocked.

It became increasingly hard, when my foot was planted on the side of her head. I had had run over, and curb stomped her into the hard tile floor. Ponies were resilient, and in that moment, I didn’t care who was watching. This mare had harmed by little girl. My granddaughter… I was going to test EXACTLY how resilient ponies are.

I picked my foot off of her head and reached down. Wrapping a calloused hand around her horn, I lifted her off of the ground. Her right eye was closed and tears were staining her face.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry...I’m sorry.” She repeated between sobs.

I balled my fist up, preparing to sucker punch the bitch. I had no clue what spell she used, I had no idea what happened to Derpy, but she would pay with her blood.

But I hesitated. My hand felt warm, and an almost familiar feeling surrounded my arm. Looking at it it was surrounded by a purple, almost pink magic. I felt heavy.

Blinded by my rage, I failed to notice what happened. Morning Dew was clung to my back, trying to pull me back. Trixie was at my feet, crying and trying to stop me with her magic. Celestia had her hooves around my waist, also trying, in vain, to pull me back.

I dropped the mare. I tried to calm my nerves. Shaking furiously, I glared down at the Spoiled Milk.

The mare balled up on the floor, codding her right eye. Her face had become matted from the tears.

Having seen me let go of the mare, Morning Dew dropped and moved to check on Derpy. Celestia moved between me and Spoiled, using her horn to heal the mare’s eye.

“Celestia! What are you doing?!”

“I’m healing her, Clean.”

“What about Derpy?! She attacked my granddaughter! I don’t care about that bitch, and if it was up to me, she’d be dead!”

“If she died, you would have been put in the dungeon.”

“The fuck do you mean Celestia?! She attacked a filly!”

“She meant to attack you, an attack that wouldn’t have damaged you in the slightest, I must add.”

“I don’t care if it would affect me or not! I don’t care if it could have killed me! I care about Derpy!”

“She’s fine. Look at her yourself.”

I turned around. On the floor was Derpy, she was holding her head in her hooves, moaning slightly. I ran over to her, with Trixie following closely behind. Morning Dew moved over, leaving me room to kneel down and pick up the precious filly in my arms.

“Grandpa? What happened?”

I held her close, rubbing her back and trying to soothe her. More importantly, I was trying to soothe myself. “Shhh, don’t worry about it little one, grandpa is here.”

“What happened to that mean mare, grandpa?”

“She’s ok Derpy, just a little hurt. Do you feel okay sweetie?”

She pushed herself away from my chest. She was too weak to move, so I sat back and let her sit on my lap.

“No, I’m not grandpa. My head hurts and my eyes really hurt.”

Putting my hand under her chin, I moved her face to look at me. On eye was slightly tilted up, while the other was tilted down, giving her a cross eyed look. They were also teared up, more than likely from the pain. I moved her head from side to side, and her eyes followed my face, remaining crossed.

“Derpy, can you blink for me? Then I want you to follow my finger with your eyes only.”

“O-ok grandpa…Your finger is the thing on the end of your hoof, right?” She said, and blinked.

“Yes, now please follow it.”

I held up my index finger, and moved it from side to side. Trixie sat beside Morning Dew, too scared to sit beside me. Derpy followed my finger, but her eyes never adjusted back to normal.

“Derpy, how many fingers am I holding up?”

“Two.”

To say I was mad, was a clear understatement. To say I was furious would be an even bigger understatement. Not only had this mare hurt my filly, not only did she do this under MY supervision, but she messed up my little one’s eyes.

“Derpy, have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?”

She lightly giggled, and wiped the tears away from her eyes. “Yes grandpa, a lot of times.”

I kissed her forehead and held her close again. “Celestia, get over here. Now.”

Hearing a huff behind me, I could hear Celestia get up and walk over. “What is it Clean.”

I pointed down to the filly in my arms. “I want you to look at the filly in my arms. If you can’t fix what is wrong, then I STRONGLY advise you get that mare to run. If not, I don’t mind going to the dungeons.”

Celestia ruffled her feathers, looking scared. She knew I meant it, if I said something, I meant it. “Let me get a look, Derpy sweetie, what's the matter?”

Derpy wiped her eyes of her tears again and looked up to Celestia. “My head and eyes really hurt, can you help me?”

When Celestia saw her eyes, she paled. Her already alabaster coat whitened even more. Her horn lit up and the same gold color around the horn surrounded Derpy.

“Oh, the pains gone! Thanks Miss Celestia!”

Something was wrong though, Celestia refused to look at me, instead glancing between Morning Dew and Spoiled Milk. Morning Dew caught the hint and tried to sneak over to Spoiled Milk to take her away. Celestia already healed her, so she would be fine. But not if I got my hands on her again.

“Celestia…”

“Clean, I understand you feelings.”

“Bullshit you don’t understand!”

I felt the filly in my arms start to shake when I yelled at Celestia. She started to cry again.

“Grandpa, Miss Celestia, what's wrong with me?”

Celestia and I looked between each other. “Don’t say a word Celestia…”

I pulled Derpy close, yet again. I was never good at not being blunt, but I knew I couldn’t scare the filly. “Derpy, when you flew in front of me, trying to stop that mare from hurting me, she hit you instead.”

“Yeah, I remember… what happened?”

“Derpy, when she hit you, she messed up your eyesight.”

“My eyesight? What's wrong with it? And why can’t Miss Celestia fix it?”

I looked up to Celestia, motioning for her to speak now.

“Well, Derpy, your eyes are no longer straight. I can’t use my magic to help, because I could end up making it worse. I’m sorry, my little filly.”

She was silent, looking down at the floor. Trixie walked over and climbed into my lap beside her cousin. Derpy latched onto her and cried into her shoulder. I wrapped my arms around the two of them, and held them closely.

Author's Note

Long wait, eh guys?
I've been playing a lot of pony.town recently. Its actually super fun, so I recommend you check it out. Look for Mr.Clean the Janitor, he may just be on break...

Tell me what you think, and remember. Don't dirty my floors.

EDIT: Apparently, Spoiled Milk is a Earth Pony. I did not know this, and I can't really change this in the story because key parts require it. As of now, its going to be an "Alternate Universe" Story. That, or I might just cut her horn off. Who knows, it might make a good handle for a brush.