Disclaimer: I don't own My Little Pony, but this is a site for fan fiction so what did you expect?

A/N: Right, let's see if I still remember how to do this...

Hello all, I'm Iggy V! It's been a very long time since I tried to upload anything to this site, but I kind of couldn't get access to it for a while. In the time that I've been absent, I've discovered that friendship is indeed magic and have elected to write some fan fiction for it. Yes, this is going to be one of those "Ponies play D&D" stories, but with a twist that I think makes it a bit more endearing. You'll see what I mean later on. I really hope you guys enjoy this piece of writing and hope that you leave me some feedback.

Let's get it started...

Iggy V

presents

My Little Ponies: Adventure is Magic

Chapter 1

The Hobby Horse

Once upon a time in the magical land of Equestria, there was a town called Ponyville. It was home to many different ponies of many different kinds, ruled by their beloved Princess Celestia who lived in a far away city, though that has little to do with this story. Every pony in Ponyville had their own unique talents and, on one market day, one could be seen preparing to put her's to use.

Down the street and through the market skipped a pink mare with a magenta mane. Her flank was marked with pictures of balloons and she trotted with a joyful spring in her step. She hummed a happy melody as she traveled from shop to shop, vendor to vendor, gathering supplies for a special event. In her saddle bags were balloons, cake ingredients, streamers and anything else she thought she needed. All was going exactly as she planned, until a shop she had never seen before caught her eye.

The shop was modestly decorated with large windows in front that displayed lots of toys and board games. Above the door was a sign that read, "The Hobby Horse". Curious, the pink pony wandered inside.

The shop was not terribly well lit, but the pony could see a young stallion with a short, messy black mane and gray pelt behind a counter with a cash register on it. "Welcome to The Hobby Horse," he said in monotone, looking at her with droopy eyes the color of cinnamon, "We buy and sell games and toys. How can I help you?"

"Heya!" the pink horse greeted him back cheerfully, "I'm Pinkie Pie. I saw your shop outside and I don't think I've ever seen it before. Are you new in town?"

The gray pony sighed, "I'm not new in town, lot's of ponies just kind of... walk by. I guess the place isn't very noticeable." He took note of the mare's saddle bags, "Those look pretty full. You've been doing a lot of shopping today?"

Pinkie nodded and told him, "Yep. I'm throwing a party!" before reaching into one bag and pulling out a noise maker. She then gave the toy a few quick spins that made a rapid, clicking sound. "My friend is planting a new tree in her orchard and we're gonna celebrate!"

"How wonderful," the pony behind the counter said with a hint of sarcasm, "Have fun celebrating. Yay trees. Whoo-hoo."

Pinkie couldn't help but notice the boredom in the shop owner's voice. At that moment, an idea snapped to the front of her mind and she began grinning wildly. With sparkles in her eyes, she asked, "Ooh! Do you have any party games?"

The shop keep gestured to one side of the store that hosted several shelves full of brightly colored boxes. Pinkie maintained her excitement and picked one, taking it to the counter. "That'll be four bits," the gray pony told her with a lack of enthusiasm in his voice to match his customer's giddiness. Placing the game box in her bag and four small coins on the counter, Pinkie turned around and left the shop.

The young stallion stepped out from behind the counter and looked at the shelves of games. He sighed before going back behind his counter, placing his hooves on it and resting his head between them. After a few seconds of this, he looked behind him and saw the strange shape and number that marked his flank. "Oh," he muttered under his breath, "shut up."

It was another day of clear, blue skies at Sweet Apple Acres. The morning sun was shining down on the orchard just outside Ponyville, its light reflecting off the smooth, red skin of the fruit in the trees as if the apples were trying to show off for the rest of nature. The trees were organized into several neat rows, each one with plenty of room to grow.

At the end of one of these rows, near the edge of the orchard, there were six ponies gathered around a sapling. The area around the tiny tree had been lavishly decorated by Pinkie Pie with streamers, brightly colored balloons and a table loaded down with plates of baked goods and large bowl of fruit punch which for some reason had a small, toothless alligator in it. Light, cheery electronic melodies buzzed through the air from a record player that sat next to the table.

Next to the table, Pinkie and a winged pony stomped their hooves and waved their tails to the music's rhythm. The other pony had a mane and tail of several different colors and a pelt that matched the clear skies overhead. On her flank was a picture of a multicolored lightning bolt beneath a white cloud. "See, Rainbow Dash?" Pinkie asked her dance partner, "I told you that tree parties were awesome!"

The blue pegasus kept dancing and spread her wings. She smiled from ear to ear and answered, "Well, I guess you were right. You always throw the best parties, Pinkie Pie!" before flapping her wings and continuing her dance in the air above the party.

At the other side of the table, a purple unicorn with a bright streak in her mane and a star shaped symbol on her side was staring at the small alligator in the punch bowl. Next to her with another unicorn, this one with a pure, white coat and a curly mane that was nearly the same color as the one on the pony next to her, but without the bright stripe and her mark looked like diamonds. "Twilight," said the white pony, "I thought Fluttershy and Pinkie said they got Gummy to stop doing that last week."

The purple unicorn shrugged. "I guess the little guy really likes punch," was her only answer. Moving along the side of the table, she came to a platter with a pile of small pastries on it. Her horn began to shine and one of the treats floated over to the white pony. "Here, Rarity," Twilight offered, "Have a cupcake and try not to worry about it."

"Gummy, no," mumbled a yellow pegasus with a long mane that's color matched the pale, pink butterflies pictured above her hind legs, "You aren't supposed to do that anymore, remember? What did Pinkie and I talk to you about?"

The gator climbed out of the punch bowl and onto the table, leaving a pool of purple drink where he came to rest. It looked up at the winged pony with sad eyes. "Oh," she cooed, "I'm sorry, Gummy, but you know that you should leave enough punch for others. Remember what happened last ti...?"

She didn't get to finish her sentence as Gummy leaped from the table and, with his toothless mouth, latched on to her face. The pale pegasus stumbled around for a few seconds in surprise before Pinkie jumped over and grabbed the creature's tail in her mouth. Through gritted teeth, a reptile's tail and an unwavering smile, she cheered, "That's the idea, Gummy! Let's boogie!" and placed her pet on the ground, dancing around it.

An blonde pony with orange fur, a cowboy hat and yellow freckles stared at Pinkie's dancing from across the table. "Hey, Rainbow," she turned to Rainbow dash, "Ever get the feelin' that somepony's a few apples short of a bushel?"

Rainbow dash landed and nodded. Breathless but cheerful, she told her friend, "Yeah, Pinkie is so random!" before picking up a straw from the table. Putting the straw in the punch bowl, she started taking large, greedy gulps that made Rarity's normally white face turn slightly green.

Just then, the blonde pony jumped up in surprise! She looked behind her and saw Gummy gumming on the bunch of apples that marked her flank. With a quick swing of her tail, she got the tiny creature to let go and he jumped back onto the table to start munching away on the small cakes and cookies there.

"Hey, girls, why don't we stop stuffing our faces and play a game or something?" Twilight suggested as Gummy quickly made a mess of the food. "Oooh! Great idea!" Pinkie squealed with excitement, "I have just the one!"

The magenta maned mare disappeared under the table and after a few seconds emerged with a brightly colored box hanging by a string in her mouth. She opened it on the ground and the others watched as she pulled out a large, foam-rubber block with each side being a different color and a series of differently colored cloth bands. "I got this from a little shop that I'd never seen before," she told the others, "It looks like fun! Applejack, can you read the rules while I pass out the bands?"

The orange pony looked in the box and started reading from a small, thin booklet. After about a minute of going over the rules, the six friends spent much of the afternoon playing their new game. All too soon, the sun started to set and they had to clean up and go home. "Oh well," Applejack sighed, "It was fun while it lasted. G'night everypony. Thanks, Pinkie Pie."

The morning of next day, Twilight was alone in the library. The weather outside was scheduled to be a light rainstorm starting that afternoon and the unicorn had decided that she'd rather not risk being caught in it by running errands. It was a quiet and cloudy outside while inside the library it was quiet, but well lit. Shelves of books lined the walls of the circular, wooden room.

It was all very peaceful until Twilight heard a knock on the door. Placing her book on her desk, she approached front door and opened it. "Hello?" she greeted before she saw who was on the other side.

Pinkie Pie was almost bouncing as she answered, "Hi Twilight!" and then started talking very quickly, clearly excited about something. Unfortunately, she spoke so quickly that her words blended into one, long string of noises only stopping once for a sharp gasp of breath before resuming. "Uh, Pinkie," Twilight interrupted, chuckling a bit "have you been eating coffee beans again? Slow down."

The pink pony took several deep breaths, a smile still spread wide across her features. "I was trying to tell you," she continued, "There's a pony over at the Hobby Horse who looks really, really lonely and it reminds me of when you first came to Ponyville and I went," she took another sharp gasp, "'cause I had that idea to throw you a party and that worked out really well. We should throw a party for the pony at the Hobby Horse at the end of the week so he'll stop being so mopy!"

Twilight tilted her head in confusion, "Hobby Horse?" She took a moment to furrow her brow in concentration. "I think I remember seeing that place maybe once," she said, "but, I didn't think it was in business or that anypony lived there or anything. Who runs it?"

It was quiet again for a brief second. "I don't know his name," the energetic mare replied, her smile replaced by a glace upwards and the side, "But he didn't look very happy and his cutie mark was really weird. It was like a clunky circle with numbers on it."

"You mean, like a die?" Twilight asked to clarify, to which Pinkie responded by giggling, "No, Silly! Dice look like little boxes!"

Just than, a drop of water fell from the clouds and landed on Pinkie's nose. "I guess the rain is starting," the purple mare observed, "You want to come in? We could start planning the party if you want."

Pinkie shook her head, "It's only gonna be a little drizzle today," she smiled again, "I'm gonna go get my umbrella hat and tell the others! Just RSVP sometime tomorrow and remember, this is gonna be a surprise party so don't tell anypony else."

As Pinkie left, trying to outrun the coming weather, Twilight tried to remember the Hobby Horse. Her door closed as she was in deep in thought, causing her to jump! In front of the doorway was a small, chubby purple dragon "Oh," she sighed in relief, "Thanks for getting the door Spike. I was just..." She trailed off, walking slowly back to her desk. "Something wrong?" The dragon asked.

"No," Twilight answered, "It's just that I know I've heard of the pony Pinkie described, but I don't know from where."

A/N: So, that's the first chapter. I'm going to try to update this once a week, but I've been known to give up on that kind of schedule pretty quick when I don't get feedback. Please, please, PLEASE leave a review. Tell me what you like, what you think could be better, whatever. I crave critique and it'll keep me updating regularly. Think of it as trading a few sentences to get more chapters of the story. Word for word, you're getting a better deal out of this.