Prompt: Bouncing is fun.

In the small town of Ponyville it wasn’t unusual to see a pink blur race/bounce/fly through the streets every day and most residents had gotten used to it.

What they hadn’t counted on was the second blur, crashing into things regularly and scaring most unsuspecting ponies with her flailing legs every time she was in the air.

“Wheeeee!”

The pink blur bounced through the town at what most ponies thought were impossible speeds. She ignored a few laws of physics, greeted everypony she knew, brought smiles to her friends and ultimately: she had fun.

And today she had finally found somepony with which she could share her joyful way of getting around. She twisted her neck a full one hundred and eighty degrees to look at the purple blur following her.

It was mimicking her bouncing motions but rather than providing the forwards motion she used it for, it ended up in a tree.

She bounced back to her student-for-a-day with a mere three jumps and craned her neck to look up at her bestest friend Twilight Sparkle.

“That’s not how you do it silly! you’re supposed to avoid obsta- obstu- things!”

She knew that if anything could get under the purple unicorn’s skin it was improper usage of language, and just as predicted Twilight’s groaning stopped and she shot Pinkie a glare that made even the normally cheerful mare cringe.

“I know!” Twilight jumped out of the tree and landed on four shaky hooves, “I just can’t figure out how you do it, it shouldn’t be possible.”

“That’s easy!” She replied “I just do this,” she reached into a hollow opening of the tree and pulled out a cupcake, “and then this,” she made the cupcake disappear into what their circle of friends had dubbed ‘the void’ and smiled at Twilight, “And then I coil my legs like this,” she lowered herself to the ground in preparation for a starter jump and held it “And after that it’s easy!”

Twilight’s heavy sigh and arched eyebrow weren’t replaced by a look of supposed understanding this time.

“Easy for you at least...” Twilight murmured.

Pinkie was just about to ask her what she was mumbling about when Twilight walked up next to her and assumed the same position again.

“Ready?” She waited for the horn to move down and up again before uncoiling her legs and bouncing off again.

--

They had been at it since Twilight expressed her desire to learn more about her pink friend.

And although Pinkie had been inept teacher, she had made up for it with eagerness never sighing in disappointment at Twilight’s failures and always supportive whenever she had nursed her bruises and felt ready to try again.

She didn’t feel at all confident that after today she’d be able to bounce as well as any of the more outgoing foals in magical kindergarten, let alone Pinkie herself.

Face it, that’ll never happen.

She spat out some leaves and rolled her shoulders sticking her head out of the brush to see her friend beaming at her.

“That was great Twilight!  You almost got it right that time.”  Pinkie was still doing her impression of a slow motion jackhammer while looking at Twilight.

Twilight sighed “You know I didn’t.... there’s no need to cheer me up Pinkie.”

“Twilight Sparkle!” Pinkie put on her best frowning teacher face, the effect somewhat ruined by a comically oversized pair of glasses he had pulled out of her mane.

“Bouncing is fun, and you’re getting better at it!”

Twilight sighed again and nodded “Alright then Pinkie, let’s try this again.”

--

The sun set over Ponyville and almost every pony rounded up their business, taking stock of the days activities and winding down in the comfort of their homes.

And then there were the two blurs which were bouncing through the town at breakneck speeds, trailing laughter and weird springy noises.

When they finally arrived at the tree which also served as Twilight’s library house they settled down.

“See? I told you bouncing is fun!” Pinkie’s hair hung limp with all the sweat a full day of bouncing brought with it but she was smiling widely at her partner in bouncing.

Twilight used her magic to take off the springs Pinkie had bound around her legs after the twentieth or was it sixtieth  failed attempt and levitated them inside the library while she herself turned to her friend and smiled.

“You were right Pinkie, Bouncing IS fun!”

She had expected Pinkie to smile and bid her goodnight but instead her pink friend nodded frantically before leaning over conspiratorially “Tomorrow I’ll need your help convincing Rarity.”

With that she bounced off leaving a groaning unicorn to stumble into the library to ask her small scaly assistant for a massage.

Bouncing IS fun... but Pinkie is exhausting...