As he opened the maple crafted door, Jake immediately heard the conversation Mike and Cameron were having. While listening, he scanned his room. The two beds were neatly made. There was a lamp on a table in the middle of the beds. It was on because there was no light coming from window across the room. There was also a dresser across from the beds.

"There is no way in hell I'm calling myself Mr. Brony," Mike said.

"Come on, you need a new name and this one suits you perfectly!" Cameron said with excitement.

"In what way?"

"You're a brony and. . . Well, that's just about it," Cameron replied.

"Idiot," Mike accused.

"Calm down you two," Jake ordered. "Cam, we're not calling Mike Mr. Brony. Think of something else."

"I've got nothing," Cameron said almost immediately.

"Dude, what the hell! I said think," Jake said. Cameron looked blankly at Jake.

"Eh, whatever. You should do the thinking," he said Jake sighed.

"I need something cool, like Ace or Dynamo," Mike said with a sparkle in his eye.

"Give me a break," Cameron said as he rolled his eyes.

"Look, it's just a name. Keep it simple," Jake ordered.

"Keen," Cameron suggested.

"Like it," Jake said. "Is that fine with you, Mike?"

"Yeah, it actually sounds good," Mike sounded surprised.

"Alright then. Onto a different subject," Jake said as he turned to Mike. "How the heck do you know how to use magic?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. It's actually rather easy. Allow me to demonstrate," Mike said as used magic to bring one of Cameron's cupcakes to his mouth.

"Dude, you've been a unicorn for a couple of days and you already can use magic. That's kinda weird," Cameron accused.

"I dunno. I just kind of will something to happen and it happens," Mike shrugged.

"Wait. . . something doesn't make sense," Jake pointed out.

"What do you mean?" Mike inquired.

"You've seen the show, Mike. You know that unicorns can only do certain types of things with their magic. So far, you can levitate stuff and you can pick a lock. What else can you do?"

"I have no idea. What should I try?" Mike asked.

"Teleportation sounds cool. That's magic, right?" Cameron suggested.

"That's not such a bad idea," Mike said. Immediately after he said this, he disappeared. After a few seconds he reappeared with an apple. "Yep, I can teleport,"

"Where'd you go?" Cameron asked.

"Sweet Apple Acres. Anymore magic suggestions?" he answered as he bit into the apple.

"Hmmm. Can you shrink this chair?" Cameron suggested.

"Why the heck do you want me to shrink a chair? How does that help anyone?"

"Maybe you could make things larger. Like that cupcake you didn't finish eating." Cameron said.

"A big cupcake is just a regular cake, Cam." Jake silently laughed at Cameron's idea.

"Just do it." Cameron said flatly.

"Fine." Mike's horn started to glow crimson. After a few seconds, the cupcake had been enlarged to the size of a regular cake.

"Sweet." Cameron said with a smile, and a twinkle in his eyes.

"Alright, I think we all know now that I can do a lot of stuff." Cameron started to drool as he stared at the beautiful cupcake, cake, whatever.

"Yeah, It's getting late. I'm going to bed. "Jake declared. Mike started to leave for his room when Cameron spoke up.

"Hold up. Mike still needs a job."

"What for?" Mike asked.

"You're not gonna keep taking my hard earned cash, Mike. Find your own source of income."

"Where?"

"Figure. It. Out." Cameron said before he shut the door. Jake shook his head, and got in his covers.

"Night'" he said as he turned out the lights.

The next morning…

Mike knocked on his friends' door and received no response.

They must have already left for work. Maybe I should get a job.

Mike was not what one to be called a hard worker. Things naturally came easy to him and anything that required him to exert himself in anyway was not something Mike wanted to do. He tried to think of a job that required little to no work.

He walked aimlessly around Ponyville. He really had no intention to take in the views or any of that stuff. After wandering for a couple of minutes, he stopped at a familiar boutique. He noticed that on the window was a "Help Wanted" poster.

Might as well see what it's about.

As he walked in, he noticed a pure white pony with a stylish deep purple mane at the front desk sleeping. He could tell from the large amount of fabric, needles, gems, and thread that she had been busy. After a few minutes, it was apparent that she wasn't waking up anytime soon. So, he walked up and gently tapped her on the shoulder. He received no response. He tried once more, but had the same outcome. Sure is a heavy sleeper. He decided to ring the bell, which instantly woke Rarity.

"Wha- oh! Hello, may I help you?"

"Yeah, I'm just here to ask about the job opening."

"Oh, of course. As you can tell by the mess, I use a large amount of various, and shall I say gorgeous gemstones in my work. I am able to find these gems with my magic, but it takes work to get the gems out of the ground."

Aw crap. Work.

Rarity could see Mike cringe at the mention of the word work, so she quickly added "I pay in gems."

Mike perked up at the word gems. He had a weakness for shiny things. He had once gone under a bus because there was something gleaming under it. It had turned out to be a piece of aluminum foil.

"I'll do it!" he said enthusiastically.

"What is your name?"

"Keen. My name is Keen."

Meanwhile…

Jake waited for Rainbow Dash to get to the cloud he just landed on. He had beaten Rainbow dash in yet another race. Jake was getting bored. The seemingly endless number of races Rainbow Dash had challenged him to ended in the same way, him winning. Rainbow was beyond the point of friendly competition. He could tell that she was fed up with losing, but she just wouldn't give up.

"Maybe we should take a break." He said after their twenty-sixth race.

"Why? Are you getting tired?" Rainbow said, panting.

No, but you sure are.

Jake didn't want Rainbow to die from overworking, so he simply nodded.

"I don't get it." Rainbow said suddenly after a few minutes of silence.

"Hmm?"

"You don't have your cutie mark and it's obvious that your talent is flying. I just don't get it."

Jake pondered on that for a while. Why didn't he have his cutie mark? It was true. He flew extremely fast. However, it didn't feel to him like it was his talent. He felt it was too simple to make a sonic boom.

I mean, I just fly straight down. It's not rocket science. I need something a bit more… impossible.

An idea appeared in his mind and he smiled. Rainbow noticed him smiling and asked, "What is it?"

"You'll see." he answered.

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