Chapter 2: The Search for a Coach.
Cyber burst had just finished his school life at the Canterlot’s School for Gifted Unicorns. He was 17 years old and ready to take on more adventures. But there was one problem. All the adventuring he had done only required magic and not physical ability. Cyburst assumed that any dungeons after this point will actually need him to test his body’s limits. For him to learn his body’s limits, he needs to train and grow stronger. He starts his search for a training coach in Manehatten. He takes one good look at the city and realizes that there probably won’t be any coaches for the exact training he needs. Sure enough, there were dance coaches, singing coaches, even butler coaches, but not mind and body coaches. Cyburst buys a train ticket to Ponyville, his home town, to continue his search there. The only other occupant on the train was a rather bouncy pink mare with pink hair that looked like it hadn’t seen a hairbrush in ten years. She looked about the same age as him if not a little younger.
“Excuse me miss but have you heard of any type of coaches in Ponyville?” Cyburst asked the bouncy pink mare, wondering if she can even hear him over her own loud humming.
“Yes, I certainly have. There is a store in Ponyville called Quills and Sofas.” She answered with a bright smile.
“Wait what. Oh, you misunderstood me. I said coaches, not couches.” Cyburst said slightly annoyed.
“Conches? There are no beaches in Ponyville, silly.” The mare said with a smile that mirrored the last.
“Not Conches, COACHES!” Cyburst said a little angry at the mare for misunderstanding him again.
“Crotches? Ponyville isn’t like Las Pegasus. There aren’t any prostitutes in Ponyville, silly. Aren’t you a little young to be bucking mares yet anyway?” Said the pink mare her smile waning away.
“NOT CROTCHES, COACHES!!!” Cyburst yelled, now in a rage of embarrassment because he was mistaken for a pervert.
“Oh, coaches… No, I don’t think we have any of those. Ha ha ha. I thought you were some kind of mating addict” pink mare said, laughing very hard at something that wasn’t that funny.
“Are you okay?” Cyburst said, lowering one eyebrow and raising the other.
“I’m not okay, I’m Pinkie Pie. How could you have known my name if you didn’t ask for it?” The mare said, copying Cyburst eyebrow movement.
“Well, for one… Wait, what is wrong with you? You laugh at the smallest misunderstanding and then ask if they are a mating addict.” Cyburst asks Pinkie Pie, who now is taken aback a little.
“Nothing’s wrong with me! That hurt my feelings.” Pinkie Pie says, pouting a little. “Say you’re sorry!”
“I’m sorry. Thank you for the information, all it means is that I wasted a trip to Ponyville.” Cyburst said, sighing after the last word.
“Sooooooooooooo… what’s your name, I already told you mine.” Pinkie said, bouncing back up to a smile after the pause.
“My name is Cyber Burst. But everyone calls me Cyburst.” Cyburst said, smiling back to Pinkie Pie.
“And why are you going to Ponyville? For cupcakes? Or for pies? Or for mmmmmmph?” Pinkie Pie tried to say but on the last few words, Cyburst used magic to zip Pinkie lips together.
“I’m going to Ponyville to find somepony to train my body and mind.” Cyburst said removing the zipper from Pinkie Pie’s mouth.
“Oh, well I think you should try and find Zecora.” Pinkie pie said while bouncing up and down.
“Who’s Zecora” Cyburst asked.
“She’s a strange pony that comes into town sometimes and scratches at the ground.”
“And why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”
“Because nopony knows who she is. But, nopony knows what she does. There is a slight possibility she is a coach. Or she could be a witch doctor. Or a mmph.” Pinkie says again. This time getting her lips removed.
“Ok, do you know where I can find her?” Cyburst says, giving Pinkie back her lips.
“Nope.” Pinkie says shaking her head side to side vigorously.
“Well, I guess I should just look for her on my own.” Cyburst said, sighing on the last word
“I guess you will. Oh, look! We’re here!” Pinkie said as the pulled into the station for Ponyville.
“Nice meeting you, Pinkie. I hope we meet again.” Cyburst said while exiting the train.
“Okay-Doky-Loki!” Pinkie said, bouncing through a window of the train instead of using he door.
Cyburst chuckled to himself at her silliness. But in the back of his head, he had a feeling he had seen her somewhere. Cyburst started to ask around about Zecora and found that Pinkie was right. Ponies had seen Zecora, but nopony actually asked her anything. After, talking to a rather white pony with nice sunglasses, he gave up. He walked to a nearby bench and sat down, shoulders slouched in defeat. As he thought about his next move, Cyburst didn’t see all the ponies rushing to close their shops and hide in their houses. He was about to leave when he heard a strange voice, who only talked in rhymes.
“Why do you frown? Is there some way to turn it upside-down?” the voice said.
“I need to find someone to train me in something other than magic. Something that would help me on my adventures.” Cyburst said, without looking up.
“I will teach you what I can, I have learned lots from my clan.” The voice said
“Really!” Cyburst said shooting up from where he was sitting. Astonished at the pony who was talking to him.
The pony wasn’t actually a pony at all. It was a zebra with a lot of rings and a mane that was a rather well-kept Mohawk. The Zebra smiled at Cyburst and continued talking.
“My name is Zecora, don’t mix it up with Zamora.” The zebra said starting to turn away from Cyburst and then walked in the direction of the Everfree Forest.
“Wait, where are you going?” Cyburst said to Zecora.
“Come with me to my house, my friend. It is only around the bend.” Zecora said, not looking back to see that Cyburst was following.
Cyburst immediately followed, not really sure what to expect when he got to Zecora’s house.