Roger Moore's Horn is Fake and Filly Fleur Dis Lee Travels to the Moon with Luna

Roger Moore's heart broken one-thousand times. "I- I'll do my best." He hugged her close and for the first time, Fleur Dis Lee felt accepted. He placed her on the ground again and stood up promptly. "But before we officially become dad and daughter, we have to know each other's names."

"Okay!" Lee hopped up and down joyfully. "My name is Fleur Dis Lee, but you can call me 'Lee'!"

"Nice to meet you Lee." Moore smiled. "I'm Roger Moore."

"That's a funny name," Lee commented.

"Well I think you have a funny name," Moore teased. "Okay back to important matters. We need to find a place to stay. I don't think I can survive another night sleeping in the girl's bathroom."

"Well there's Ponyville Inn," Lee offered. "I've only been there once when I ran away from the orphanage the first time. It was really comfortable until the hotel lady found out I wasn't a midget and kicked me out. That's when Mrs. Tred forced me back again."

"You were a little trouble maker, weren't you?" Moore picked the filly up and put her on his back.

"Not really." Her cheeks turned crimson as the two padded toward the hotel. More knobbed doors.

"Do you mind opening it, Lee?" Moore asked, trying to keep his voice low. "I'm still a little shaky at this unicorn business."

"Huh? But sure." Another purple aura surrounded spiraled around her horn, and it cast around the shiny, gold knobs. With a quick flick of her head, the door opened and the two walked in.

A prompt pony sat at her desk, her brown mane up in a bun. She was a unicorn.. It seemed like everypony in this town was one.

"Ah. Hello sir." She looked down. "Hello 'midget'."

Lee felt more blush coming on as the mare turned back to Moore again. "How can I help you today?"

"We'd like to rent a room please. And I can assure you I am not a midget." He smirked.

"I can see. You're nearly 6 feet tall," Room Service, the pony, said. She turned to her computer and rapidly started to type on it. "We have Room 203 open. The elevator is right to your left." She dropped the keys in his hoof and with a happy gesture, she motioned towards the hall and to a silver pair of doors.

"That's stupid," Lee said as they were walking down the hall.

"What is?" Moore replied.

"She made me pay at the front desk but since I didn't have any bits she wouldn't let me in."

"She probably guessed you weren't a midget but a tiny filly," Moore chuckled and pushed the button. The light blinked more a few moments until the silver doors opened. They walked inside and they shot upward.

The second floor was quiet. Moore and Lee walked to their room, 203, and unlocked it.

Lee instantly ran to one of the two bouncy queen beds. She started to hop on it, her face intent with laughter. "Weee! I love hotels!"

"Yeah." Moore flopped onto the second queen bed and rolled onto his back. He rested his right arm on his belly and grabbed the remote. The buttons were big, because a whole population of fat handed creatures needs big buttons. The TV flickered to channel 1, the HBO channel that was set in almost any hotel, even in different realms, it seemed.

"Ooh ooh! Can we watch a movie?" Lee said, midst bouncing.

"Sure. What do you want to watch?"

"I dunno." She stopped bouncing and rested on her belly. "Ooh! What about The Sugar Plum Fairies That Go To-"

"I'm going to stop you right there kid. That sounds sugary and boring."

"Well duh it's sugary," Lee said, matter-of-factly. "It's called The Sugar Plum Fairies That Go To Space."

"How about we watch a movie with tons of adventure and suspense. What about James Bond?"

"Nah. How about-"

Moore turned off the TV set and sat on the same bed along with Lee. "Actually, I have to learn how to do something if I'm going to stay here, okay?"

"Okey dokey," Lee replied.

"You need to show me how to use my horn."

"How old are you Roger?"

"87." Moore blushed. "But I must be aged down in this universe because I don't feel frail at all."

"What do you mean in this universe?" Lee inquired.

"Well.. I'm not really a pony."

Lee's pupils shrunk and she raised an eyebrow. "Then what are you? Are you a spy?"

"No, I'm a human."

"What's a human?"

Moore rubbed his face with his hoof gently in thought. He tried to prevent the whole "face-hoof" incident again. "A human is a creature from a place called earth. It's wonderful there.. I don't-" The stallion stopped himself there to prevent an awkward conversation. "Can you just show me how to work this thing? I'm tired of struggling with these door knobs."

"No prob Bob!" Lee was suddenly excited. "Okay, let's start with the basics: Levitation."

"Okay."

"So what you first want to do is believe you can lift that object. Let's try something light.. Like that remote." She pointed to it.

"Okay. I'm believing that I can lift it," Moore dully replied.

"No you're not. You gotta really believe you're lifting it. Like this." Lee's eyes hazed away into blankness. Many don't realize that a unicorn preforming a spell is a very complex thing. It takes the perfect touch of belief and imagination and intelligence to conduct a spell. A purple fog sputtered out of her horn and around the black clicker. It teetered in the air before it lifted up to the ceiling smoothly.

"Wow! That was awesome Lee!" Moore clapped his hooves together as Lee dropped the remote, letting her thoughts drift back to reality.

"Yeah, you're age must really be downed. No 87 year old uses the word "awesome"," Lee joked. "Now you go ahead and try."

"Uh.. Okay." Moore closed his eyes for better concentration. He tried to believe the remote would lift up but it just didn't seem physically possible. Come on.. Can you just lift up so I can learn how to levitate and move onto the next step to learn how to open doors?

"Keep on believing!" Lee encouraged.

"I'm trying," Moore said quickly. You're eighty-seven-years-old and a six-year-old can do this better than you. C'mon! Still, nothing sputtered out of his horn like Lee's. After several more minutes, he gave up.

"Damn.." he huffed. To think that it was so difficult just to try to get something out of your headpiece.

"Aww.. Don't worry." Lee patted his back. "There's always tomorrow."

Moore smiled a tiny bit and padded over to the next bed. He rolled into it and under the covers. "Well it's late. Do you want to go to sleep?" Stupid question. Children never want to go to sleep.

"Not really." Duh. "But I don't want to be bad the first day you have me." Lee tucked herself under her own clean, white covers and nestled up to her snout. "Goodnight daddy."

"Goodnight Lee." Moore closed his eyes.

"Daddy..?"

Moore opened his eyes, his vision blurred from weariness. "What is it?" The filly was standing beside the bed, a worried look on her face.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" she asked. "I had a nightmare."

"Uh.. Uh.. Sure?" Moore wasn't exactly a father to her yet, but he couldn't just let a frightened filly go back to sleep, bad thoughts trapped in her head.

The mare climbed in and tucked herself underneath Moore's arm. He pulled up the blankets.

"Thank you daddy."