For the first time in her life, Starlight Glimmer had been outclassed magically. It was a blow both to her ego, and her outlook on life. That the ponies of Our Town all seemed super nice, and at least seemed completely honest with her, was refreshing. But she knew they would turn on her eventually. Thus, Starlight began making plans for when she would be turned upon.

The house assigned to her was newly constructed, and she found herself actually liking it. Its owner, Bright Day, was an exceptionally cheerful and happy stallion, and it had been everything Starlight could do to stop him from cheering her up—sometimes a mare just wants to brood a little.

Which is why she often left Bright Day and his "special friends" to their fun—which despite Bright's urging, Starlight hadn't been all that interested in—and started spending a little time outside.

Despite being an avid lover of magic and spells, Starlight Glimmer had spent a lot of her life traveling outdoors. That she was usually fleeing a town that had turned on her made a moment that she wasn't more relaxing, too.

A glance along the backs of the other houses revealed vast gardens, but one stood out. Everypony, it seemed, had a bit of a green hoof, but just one house seemed to sport a jungle of plants. Walking along the gardens, Starlight made her way past each of the plots to the special garden.

Tomato bushes that climbed nearly three pony-lengths into the air, beans that threatened to challenge the tomatoes, and pumpkins rambling everywhere with their thick vines. All the plants hated frosty weather, and if it weren't for the heat of the desert they likely wouldn't survive in Equestria without a greenhouse.

"Go ahead, try one."

Starlight's head jerked up, and she pulled her hoof back from the nearest tomato bush. "Excuse me? Hello?" She peered around, looking for the owner of the voice.

Banjo Solo stepped between the aisles of plants, and poked his head and shoulders out to greet Starlight Glimmer. "Yer that new-un. Some folks told me you might be trouble."

"I am." Starlight let out a sigh. "I'm trouble wherever I go, or so the Royal Guard tell everypony." She looked at Banjo Solo, her eyes tracing the form and features of the unicorn. He looked like an adult pony of indeterminate age, and sported stray-yellow hair in his mane and tail, and a light green coat. The cutie mark of Starlight's conversation partner was a stringed instrument that matched his name, with green vines for strings.

"M' names Banjo Solo, and don't let them others' talk worry ya none. M' plants like ya, that's enough for me to give ya a go." Banjo reached out to the plant, and touched one growing tomato. With the tiniest touch of magic, he coaxed the fruit fully ripe, plucked it free and took a big bite out of it.

Starlight Glimmer gulped at what she had seen. She was, undisputedly (until she met Sugar Belle), a master of magic. She could cause a plant to do exactly what she had just seen Banjo do, but she would need half a day to prepare a complex spell, and about fifty times the power he just employed.

Watching again, Starlight examined the vivid, green magic Banjo used on a tomato, and then raised her eyebrows when his magic changed to a soft yellow glow, and he plucked the tomato free. "H-How did you—"

Silenced by the tomato pushed into her mouth by Banjo's magic, Starlight Glimmer bit down instinctively. Flavor flooded her mouth, and she let out a soft little sigh of appreciation.

Rushed, "shortcut" magic should have left the tomato inedible. It should have been a horrible mass of protoslime inside that was the result of a spell not having enough power or complexity to do a task. Starlight Glimmer didn't want to stop eating, so she didn't.

Banjo bided his time, watching Starlight masticate the tomato and swallow it. It was poetry to him, and he contended that a lot could be learned about a pony by how they ate a tomato. He judged Starlight Glimmer as still being hungry for something. "Yer wonderin' how I do it?"

Startled from her appreciation for the fruit, Starlight gulped down the last bits of the tomato and nodded. All her study had been from books and self-training; she had never had a teacher before. "Well, yeah. You didn't cast a complicated enough spell to make a perfect change with that little amount of magic." As she spoke, she watched Banjo smile. "So… uh. I guess I am asking you to show me?"

"You might be able to do it, at that. Yer not all horny like the others, so you might be like me." Banjo had kept himself standing straight on. It was pure courtesy to not go pointing yourself at the newest mare in town—even if you felt like a million bits. "Show me yer magic, then, missy."

"Starlight." The moment she corrected Banjo, Starlight realized how lax she had been. "I mean my name. Starlight Glimmer."

Banjo nodded his head a little. "Yeah. Ah know. So show me your magic."

Constantly being surprised by the older pony, Starlight did just that. She poured a little magic through her horn; barely enough to light it with her aura's color.

"Nah. You can't do it. Never mind." Banjo shrugged and started to withdraw into his garden again.

"Wait!" Starlight let her magic wink out. "What do you mean I can't do it? What's wrong with my magic?" She, Starlight Glimmer, had never failed to master a spell.

Waiting a moment, Banjo Solo raised an eyebrow at Starlight's insistence. "That there's the wrong kind of magic, you see." He noticed Starlight's eyes harden, and realized he might have overstepped himself. "One more shot. Close your eyes."

Wary for tricks, Starlight closed her eyes. The world wasn't dark, of course, not during daylight hours. There was warm, purple light painting shapelessly on her eyes.

"Remember the flavor o' that tomato? Think about it, some. Reach inside yourself, feel for where the plant put itself inside you." Keeping his voice level, Banjo tried to explain what he had felt when he first reached for the magic of the plant.

Starlight Glimmer thought it was a load of pony-dung, but she held her tongue for the moment. When Banjo had done the growing magic, he had been using some different kind of power, after all. So she tried to follow his guidance.

"That magic is alive, it wants to be used. You can feel it like it were steam in a train's boiler." Banjo smiled as he heard Starlight gasp. "Huh. So you do have it?" She nodded to him. "Okay, just a tiny—"

With an entirely new kind of magic at her disposal, Starlight Glimmer thought she could translate her control of regular magic to it. She was a little mistaken. Plant magic, in those ponies who carry it, is constantly bubbling and boiling. The more it's used, the more it wants to be used. Controlling it was a matter of only letting a tiny bit escape the containment of it. Starlight tried to pull on it, like she would her regular magic.

When the light coming past her closed eyelids turned bright green, Starlight Glimmer snapped her eyes open. An inferno of magic shot into the air, and rained down like a fountain—if the fountain were as big as the whole town. She tightened her hold down, cutting off the flow of magic as hard as she could, but it was too late.

Banjo was amazed at first, and then he started laughing. Gales of laughter poured from his mouth as thick globs of green magic hit gardens (causing them to turn into jungles as thick as his own almost instantly), houses (which made the long-dead wood sprout leaves and roots), and even the bare dirt, which mostly just made a lot of grass start to grow from long-dormant seeds. But the most impressive changes happened when a glob hit a pony already carrying the plant's essence.

Fresh Baked, feeling better than she had in years, had taken a shine to the idea of taking up her old job: baking. She had begged her former apprentice (Sugar Belle) to make use of her kitchen. She was carrying a small tray of loaves home when the magic hit her. A thick glob of green power landed on her croup. Something seemed to explode within Fresh, and she felt herself tremble as power thundered through her.

In seconds, Fresh Baked's wings had almost doubled in size, and changed to a dark tone of green. Arching her back, spilling the basket of loaves, she felt something push forward from her forehead. There was no pain, not a lick, but she felt really odd. Pressure built within her, and flapping her wings for all she was worth, Fresh Baked sprayed the ground under her with milk.

Unlike most of the other mares converted by the plant, Fresh had not been "gifted" with any male anatomy, and her rich, sweet milk was the only outlet her photosynthesizing wing feathers had for their energy. That she had a twisting, wooden horn growing from her forehead was the least of Fresh's problems.

Not seeing the result of her magic overload, Starlight Glimmer was panting. She had just blasted a huge amount of that odd magic, and felt the effects of magic exhaustion. And arousal. Feeling the need that had been driving ponies to seek out Bright Day at last, She gave a little whimper. The hard shaft under her was a testament to her sudden desire.

"Ah think we should just get you inside somewhere safe." Banjo reached out a hoof to Starlight, and tried to guide his visitor into his garden.

Starlight's nostrils flared. She smelled the musk of a stallion, the hunger of a mare, and she wanted them both. Her body ached to find the pony, and when Banjo touched her she knew it was him. Following him into the garden, Starlight pressed herself forward and gave a loud grunt, her target was right here, ready.

Banjo was hardly unaffected himself, but he had only used a small amount of the green magic, and its effects were muted within him. But what wasn't muted was that a very pretty mare was showing him a lot of attention. When Starlight stuck her snout under his tail, however, he knew what she was hunting for. It was something he hadn't taken the step into yet, and he quickly turned around to face Starlight. "Y-You should go back and find Bright. The lad'll help anypony with their—their needs."

The smell of mare was weaker, but the musk of stallion was stronger. Starlight purred under her breath and smiled at Banjo. "Why would I want him? You're right here." She stepped closer, so they were almost nose-to-nose, and turned herself around.

His eyes glued to Starlight's rump as it circled toward him, Banjo Solo watched the curtain of Starlight's dock swish to the side, and any hope of him turning down Starlight's offer evaporated. He didn't care about his self-imposed celibacy, or that Starlight Glimmer might not want an over-the-hill stallion on her back, he burned with desire and reached out his muzzle.

Starlight Glimmer's purr shifted to a croon. A soft, warm tongue was playing along her exposed vulva, and it was everything she had ever wanted it to be. Banjo was a new kind of unicorn, with a new kind of magic, and Starlight had already confirmed that they were definitely two of a kind. She turned to the side, and opened her mouth to give Banjo an encouraging call—when he mounted her.

Banjo had shed his inhibition, but not his control. Part of him yelled that he was an old stallion and had no right climbing a young mare's back lest he fall. He didn't listen to that part. Green magic boiled from his horn, and her poured power into the surrounding garden.

Vines of beans came alive; thick, strong pumpkin runners reached out; and even the tomato's reached a single tendril-covered stem out. Starlight Glimmer's legs were snared, her tail yanked to the side, but the tomato's grip was more gentle. By the time his magic faded, she was pinned in place—and loving it.

When Banjo finally filled her, Starlight grunted and tried to push back. The vines held her for him, but she wouldn't have been moving away regardless. Just watching the plants work gave her new ideas for this new magic. With Banjo Solo plowing up her field, Starlight still focused on magic.

Entering the dance that stallions and mares had done since there was only two ponies, Banjo recalled earlier days, earlier mares—and stallions—who had been with him in such moments. Those ponies of the past were all lacking something that Starlight Glimmer had in spades: she shared his magic.

Having used her body to lure ponies close enough to control before, Starlight Glimmer was no slouch when it came to experience, but held in Banjo Solo's garden—by his garden—was something new. It wasn't just the well-endowed Stallion's steady strokes to her sensitive insides, nor was it the way he kept nipping at her ear (although she liked both a lot), it was that Banjo had shown her new magic. He had given her something without seemingly asking for anything in reply. For the first time since Starlight's best, foalhood friend had left her without so much as a goodbye, Starlight Glimmer felt relaxed in the presence of another pony.

Banjo Solo kept his pace up. Each of Starlight's eager sounds just encouraged him to greater excess. He felt her wobble and lose herself under him, but he was not done yet. Ignoring the tight pulses of Starlight's vagina, Banjo stoked himself higher and higher within her. He felt his release on the horizon as a tingling fire in his groin, and then suddenly everything turned green.

Power bathed both ponies, in the forest of Banjo's back garden. Each was awash in a mix of their own and their partner's magic. Neither Starlight nor Banjo felt pain as branches pushed from their shoulders, angling up into the air with a faint trace of blood on them, only to break into both leaves and blooms.

Holding himself inside and atop Starlight Glimmer, Banjo Solo's body pulsed with both orgasm and plant magic. He didn't know when he squeezed his eyes closed, but when Banjo opened them he found flowers blooming in Starlight's mane.

Still held by the garden, Starlight had long-since locked her knees to stop from collapsing. Some instinct had her flapping new wings that, while useless for actual flying, matched her coat with the color of their blossoms. Her body was still coming down from the high of her second orgasm, but there was more need within her, asserting itself. Underneath Starlight Glimmer, her shaft pulsed. She was rock hard and ready, and she could smell a mare close: right behind her.

Author's Notes:

Sugar: what does it feel like to have alicorn levels of magic just sitting there waiting to be used? Is it ever tempting?

Sugar Belle blushed heavily. "I-I wouldn't say alicorn-level magic. I just learned a few tricks at school. I guess the plant wants me to have more magic, but I really don't know what to do with it except bake more." Her neutral expression grew into more of a smile. "And I don't really need magic to put buns into ovens." Her smile grew wider, and a glint lit her eyes.

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