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Title: Hybrid Vigor
Rating: As it is: R As it was intended to be: NC-17
Characters/Pairing/Threesome/Whatnot: Kyle/Riley, Kirk/McCoy, Al'e/Cooperton, assorted and sundry others mentioned, depicted, etc
Content Advisory: SEX POLLEN
Prompt/Plotbunny/Summary: Riley lets loose sex pollen on the Enterprise.
Notes: *giggles helplessly*
"... this pipette to water the seedlings, 3 ccs each. These racks need rearranging every other day for even light exposure, but don't switch the plants between them; the Ravelian Pellitory can't go next to the Nymphadenia. And don't remove any plants from the Botany lab. Any questions, Riley?"
After that avalanche of instructions, Lieutenant Kevin Riley of the USS Enterprise has just one. "When do I get out of here, Sulu?"
"When your shift's done." Sulu picks up a pair of long, crinkly-polymer yellow gloves and slaps them into Riley's hand as he turns on his heel and heads out. Riley glares ineffectually after him as he pulls them on, sighs as the door shuts, and starts working off the first shift of his disciplinary assignment in Botany, with nothing but the quiet whooshing of the ventilation system to keep him company.
While Riley's rearranging the racks, which is total and utter busywork, a small black pot catches his notice. It was clipped off one of the seedling flats, and it holds a bushy little plant full of small stems and tiny leaves, crowned by four fat buds and one half-open flower the same pale blue as Lieutenant Kyle's eyes when he smiles. Not that Kevin notices things like that, but he does see that the plant doesn't even have a proper computer-generated tag with a barcode and its information in four scripts; instead there's a snipped wedge of the same black seedling-flat polymer, labeled 'NYMPHADENIA X ??' in a scribble of white ink and jammed into the soil, some pale surface roots curving around the makeshift label.
The poor thing's unregistered, potbound, and obviously forgotten, and John, that is, Kyle, was just going on the other day about the flowers one of his fifty sisters grows back on Earth. Kevin Riley holds the pot up, turning it, and decides that this plant is coming back to his quarters tonight. What's the worst that could happen?
** thirty-sex hours later **
Maybe Jim should've fought a little harder to get them that shore leave, he wonders as he heads for Bones's quarters. His crew seem to be suffering from cabin fever, or an epidemic of horniness, or something. Scotty greeted him in the transporter room with an epic bitchfest about Transporter Tech Kyle being a no-show, as were Siminak and Riley to Engineering; when Jim's comm beeped, Spock's text message was its own kind of desert-dry bitchy, all about the decimated Alpha shift and full of subtle hints -- no one does subtle like his Vulcan -- about how maybe Chekov and Sulu are a little too young to be the primary helmsmen after all. That raised Jim's hackles with its unfairness but makes him wonder just what kind of display they put on before Spock dismissed them; as he turns the corner he drops Uhura a note and grins a little at the thought of the story she'll tuck between the lines of her reply.
Jim's about to drop another message to Bones, who sent him something cryptic about "can't work in Sickbay, meet me in quarters," when he rounds the corner and finds two girls -- Ensigns, he means Ensigns -- tangled up below a comm terminal. He recognizes Al'e by her gorgeous round butt, up in the air as she kneels over the other girl, who's got a long burnt-umber leg flexing around Al'e's waist, and isn't that Cooperton, Sulu's Alpha Shift relief? Why isn't she on the Bridge? What the really fucking sexy hell?
Jim folds his arms and clears his throat. The girls keep necking, and part of him -- specifically, the part that's half-hard already -- wants to stand and watch, which both makes complete sense and is completely unprofessional of him. He's a little afraid he'll have to tap Al'e's shoulder -- bending down would put him that much closer to the floor, he might just end up in the fray, he hopes and worries and drags up a mental image of one of Bones's more disappointed glares for an antidote-- but Cooperton makes a noise that's too sharp for a moan, and Al'e tosses up her glossy head, her eyes round and her mouth plump and wet. "Captain!"
"On your feet, Ensign." Jim watches Cooperton pull her hand from under Al'e's skirt and tells himself he should feel as disapproving as he's trying to look as they disentangle themselves and wobble to their feet, unable to keep their hands off each other. Their fingers end up tangled as Cooperton looks at her feet and Al'e stares at Jim, smudging a hand across her full tender lips, and, really, this is kind of ridiculous, his thoughts included. "Do I even need to list the regulations you've just violated?" They both shake their heads; Cooperton's hairband is askew, and Jim's eyes want to track the diagonal of her now lopsided puff of hair, or maybe the way her chest's still heaving. "Ensign Cooperton, why aren't you on the Bridge?"
"Lt. Thella relieved me when I reported feeling indisposed, Sir." Cooperton keeps staring at her feet.
At least someone's flying Jim's ship. "So noted. You're both dismissed to quarters pending further disciplinary action."
"Sir," asks Cooperton, looking down crosseyed as she raises her head, "may I be dismissed to her quarters?" She finally looks up, trading a wide-eyed glance with Al'e before staring at Jim like she can't believe what she just said, which makes at least two of them.
Three, as Jim opens his mouth to answer that incredibly ridiculous request and "Yes" comes out. What. The. Hell. His eyes cross trying to look at his own disobedient mouth as Cooperton and Al'e scurry away, still hand in hand.
Something's definitely affecting his crew, his ship. Come to think of it, there's a certain fuzziness creeping in from the corners of his mind, like fog rolling in over the Bay back in San Francisco, a warm mugginess to the air, a lightness like a gravity malfunction.
Jim passes two more couples on his way, and leaves them alone because of the answering throb in his blood, because he may not have all that much time before he succumbs to whatever's going on. As soon as the door slides open he asks, "Hey, Bones, have you noticed the crew going sex-crazy?"
Okay, he's a little disappointed when Bones doesn't even lift his eyes from the console, but he's also relieved -- no matter what, he can rely on his CMO. "Had to sedate my entire Sickbay." Bones's fingers fly over the keyboard. "And I can't raise Chapel -- she's in Lieutenant Gaila's quarters, I think we're not seeing them till this is over."
Jim whistles, and lets himself enjoy that mental image of writhing pink and green and red and gold for precisely the three strides it takes him to cross the room. "So, what've you got?" he asks as he leans over Bones, looking at the screen, where molecular models flicker in quick succession. "What's causing this?"
Bones hunches his shoulder a bit. "My current hypothesis is some kind of plant-based psychoactive alkaloid, most likely in the air supply from the speed of onset. I set up a comparison program to find exactly which one we're dealing with, and dropped Spock a line to have Science pull some vent filters and look for pollen fragments. Dammit, Jim, could you back off a little?"
Jim stands straight, but Bones spins to face him, and under his stormy eyebrows his irises are bronze-rimmed discs of black. Oh. Bones reaches out to hook his fingers in Jim's waistband, scowling as he does it, and Jim could've dodged, but he didn't. He doesn't. "Uh, what did Spock say?" Jim asks as Bones yanks him close again, so he's standing between his thighs. His long, strong, muscular thighs under thin black cloth Jim knows he can rip right through.
Jim balls his fists instead, as Bones's hot fingertips sliding up his ribs make him hiss, as Bones bites that plump bottom lip and scowls harder and says, "Haven't heard from him." He shoves his face against Jim's chest, his growl muffled but clear. "I should'nt've called you here."
"Why did you?" Jim rests his fists on Bones's shoulders, thinking of how Bones's hair would feel sliding between his fingers. "Why'd you leave Sickbay?"
Bones tips his face up to give Jim that familiar are you defective? glare that always makes him grin. "Because I had five exemplary young medical officers laid out unconscious on biobeds," he snarls. "Helpless." His drawl's thickening, voice all rough honey as he nuzzles Jim's belly and pushes his shirts up. "If I'm gonna succumb to whatever sex pollen nonsense has got us this time, I should at least be with you."
Something melts inside Jim, a different warmth from the heat spiking under Bones's hands, a different fuzziness from the fog invading his brain. "Awww," he singsongs, unfurling his fingers around Bones's ears, "because you're my boy-friend?"
Bones snorts against Jim's bared navel, grumbles even as he follows it with a hot swipe of tongue. "Conceited infant," he mutters against Jim's skin, tugging him close as Jim pushes his hands into that thick silky hair and sighs happily. "C'mere."
"We should be working on fixing this," Jim says, mostly to his own legs as they swing over Bones's thighs and settle him onto Bones's happily bumpy lap. [sitting on his erection. "Don't you think I know that?" as he peels the shirt off. "I should be doing X or y or--" and shuts himself up with Jim's mouth. ]
["awww" Jim's warm fuzzy reaction, "because you're my boy-friend?" Bones grumbles, "Christ Almighty" and hauls Jim into his lap. Necking, hail from Cupcake aka Matthews that Spock and Uhura have barricaded themselves in a turbolift, Bones chewing on Jim's shoulder as Jim rests his chin on Bones's head and comms Uhura and gets nothing, calls Spock and gets a breathless sounding XO, says "go for it, it might clear your head", Bones says, "is that your plan, Jim?" Jim says "Yeah," Bones tips them both to floor and kisses Jim and lube and stroking, maybe fingering. Discussing situation during sex.
Afterwards, Jim can think a little, Bones less so, and they call Sulu and find him in a similar state with Chekov. How did plant get out, Botany lab air supply is separate, like science -- Riley. When Jim and Bones separate, horniness overwhelms them again, convo where they figure out the effect is strengthened by trying to separate. Bones begins Jim to come back, Jim does and ties Bones to desk and kisses him and heads out. Finds Gaila in hall, she says she wore Christine out. Call Sulu again. Chekov tied him to chair. Gives info on counteragent. [Spock & Uhura do something (confirm McCoy's theory, comm everyone, etc.) -- nah. See below.] Need to get rid of plant. Riley's quarters, Kyle and Riley sacked out, waves of horniness makingness rolling off plant, Gaila detatches it from wall and they airlock it; jeffries tube/ship love/Jim-Gaila kiss: find Scotty curled up with engines and release counteragent and/or anaphrodesiac. At end maybe hear from Spock and Uhura, having finally finished having sex.
Coda: Jim amused at blushing Chekov, but grumpy because no one will put out [Bones: Jim, you're pretty, but you're not that pretty], sentences Riley to vaccuum-dusting Jefferies tubes, last lines Riley woefully singing 'Kathleen'.]
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["awww" Jim's warm fuzzy reaction, "because you're my boy-friend?" Bones grumbles, "Christ Almighty" and hauls Jim into his lap. Necking, hail from Cupcake aka Matthews that Spock and Uhura have barricaded themselves in a turbolift, Bones chewing on Jim's shoulder as Jim rests his chin on Bones's head and comms Uhura and gets nothing, calls Spock and gets a breathless sounding XO, says "go for it, it might clear your head", Bones says, "is that your plan, Jim?" Jim says "Yeah," Bones tips them both to floor and kisses Jim and lube and stroking, maybe fingering. Discussing situation during sex.
Afterwards, Jim can think a little, Bones less so, and they call Sulu and find him in a similar state with Chekov. How did plant get out, Botany lab air supply is separate, like science -- Riley. When Jim and Bones separate, horniness overwhelms them again, convo where they figure out the effect is strengthened by trying to separate. Bones begins Jim to come back, Jim does and ties Bones to desk and kisses him and heads out. Finds Gaila in hall, she says she wore Christine out. Call Sulu again. Chekov tied him to chair. Gives info on counteragent. [Spock & Uhura do something (confirm McCoy's theory, comm everyone, etc.) -- nah. See below.] Need to get rid of plant. Riley's quarters, Kyle and Riley sacked out, waves of horniness makingness rolling off plant, Gaila detatches it from wall and they airlock it; jeffries tube/ship love/Jim-Gaila kiss: find Scotty curled up with engines and release counteragent and/or anaphrodesiac. At end maybe hear from Spock and Uhura, having finally finished having sex.
Coda: Jim amused at blushing Chekov, but grumpy because no one will put out [Bones: Jim, you're pretty, but you're not that pretty], sentences Riley to vaccuum-dusting Jefferies tubes, last lines Riley woefully singing 'Kathleen'.]
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My comment to Lomedet on this:
So, I figure two of Sulu's plants, being closely related, hybridize to create the Sex Pollen Flower. [Also work Kyle and Riley in here -- Riley is assisting in Botany.] Kirk is indulgently amused when S&C can't keep their hands off each other, shocked and laughing when S&U can't, and a bit alarmed despite the multiple orgasms when he and Bones can't [ETA, credit blcwriter: Jim is unaffected, but Bones isn't]. [Bones is alarmed as much because he's telling Jim he's irresistible as because he finds Jim so.] Tucking Bones in afterwards. Jim and Gaila and maybe Hikaru figure it out in a vidconference, and Gaila, whose symbiotic plants protect her [Jim's used to functioning despite being really horny], leaves her current SO (maybe McKenna or Ensign Ale or Chapel) sated in their bed and airlocks the thing and gets the decontam running and the antidote dissemenated. Maybe Jim, being half an Orion himself (not literally) sidekicks her on the mission, since it *is* his story. [At end, everyone is temporarily not horny except for Jim. credit lindmere.]
Actually, Bones stays awake, but Jim has to handcuff him to his desk and leave him to work on a cure.
Original Prompt:
http://community.livejournal.com/st_xi_kink/7030.html?thread=17039734#t17039734
One of Sulu's plants give off spores and feeds on sex. Couples of the ship (Kirk/Bones, Spock/Uhura, Sulu/Chekov, others welcome) cannot get more than three feet out of each other's sight before they're inundated with the impulse to screw more. The plant feeds off it.
Bonus points if Gaila is the one who gets to slay the beast.
Include Lt. Freeman somewhere:
http://users.livejournal.com/_samalander/219443.html?thread=1862195&style=mine#t1862195
http://roflolmaomg.livejournal.com/83574.html
http://community.livejournal.com/st_xi_kink_meme/330.html?thread=157002#t157002
http://thistlerose.livejournal.com/1123978.html
http://the-dala.livejournal.com/606458.html
http://eudaimon.livejournal.com/643355.html
http://re-white.livejournal.com/278403.html
http://community.livejournal.com/kirk_mccoy/1032764.html
http://savoytruffle.livejournal.com/98858.html
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> It's the whoooole ship. LD Although ack, I appear to have left something
> out of my description, because the story has to be at least primarily
> K/Mc. Which is a pity, because I really like your ideas.
Their reply was:
Ah, I get it (I think). I kind of like the idea of Bones stuck somewhere
and being a helpless witness. Maybe he's under siege in Sickbay because
of all the people who want to get with him.
To have McCoy be an active participant without actually being
side-by-side with Kirk and Gaila, I think you have to assume that K&G are
working the non-medical side of the problem. McCoy is in Sickbay trying
to come up with an antidote (and maybe fighting off the advances of his
"guinea pig" patient). Meanwhile, K&G are looking at engineering
solutions that probably center on life support systems (filtering out the
spores, selectively killing the plant, etc.) It might be funny if the
cure involves giving everyone the reverse of the spores--something that
kills their libido long enough to starve the plant.
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Title: Hybrid Vigor
Rating: As it is: R As it was intended to be: NC-17
Characters/Pairing/Threesome/Whatnot: Kyle/Riley, Kirk/McCoy, Al'e/Cooperton, assorted and sundry others mentioned, depicted, etc
Content Advisory: SEX POLLEN
Prompt/Plotbunny/Summary: Riley lets loose sex pollen on the Enterprise.
Notes: *giggles helplessly*
"... this pipette to water the seedlings, 3 ccs each. These racks need rearranging every other day for even light exposure, but don't switch the plants between them; the Ravelian Pellitory can't go next to the Nymphadenia. And don't remove any plants from the Botany lab. Any questions, Riley?"
After that avalanche of instructions, Lieutenant Kevin Riley of the USS Enterprise has just one. "When do I get out of here, Sulu?"
"When your shift's done." Sulu picks up a pair of long, crinkly-polymer yellow gloves and slaps them into Riley's hand as he turns on his heel and heads out. Riley glares ineffectually after him as he pulls them on, sighs as the door shuts, and starts working off the first shift of his disciplinary assignment in Botany, with nothing but the quiet whooshing of the ventilation system to keep him company.
While Riley's rearranging the racks, which is total and utter busywork, a small black pot catches his notice. It was clipped off one of the seedling flats, and it holds a bushy little plant full of small stems and tiny leaves, crowned by four fat buds and one half-open flower the same pale blue as Lieutenant Kyle's eyes when he smiles. Not that Kevin notices things like that, but he does see that the plant doesn't even have a proper computer-generated tag with a barcode and its information in four scripts; instead there's a snipped wedge of the same black seedling-flat polymer, labeled 'NYMPHADENIA X ??' in a scribble of white ink and jammed into the soil, some pale surface roots curving around the makeshift label.
The poor thing's unregistered, potbound, and obviously forgotten, and John, that is, Kyle, was just going on the other day about the flowers one of his fifty sisters grows back on Earth. Kevin Riley holds the pot up, turning it, and decides that this plant is coming back to his quarters tonight. What's the worst that could happen?
Maybe Jim should've fought a little harder to get them that shore leave, he wonders as he heads for Bones's quarters. His crew seem to be suffering from cabin fever, or an epidemic of horniness, or something. Scotty greeted him in the transporter room with an epic bitchfest about Transporter Tech Kyle being a no-show, as were Siminak and Riley to Engineering; when Jim's comm beeped, Spock's text message was its own kind of desert-dry bitchy, all about the decimated Alpha shift and full of subtle hints -- no one does subtle like his Vulcan -- about how maybe Chekov and Sulu are a little too young to be the primary helmsmen after all. That raised Jim's hackles with its unfairness but makes him wonder just what kind of display they put on before Spock dismissed them; as he turns the corner he drops Uhura a note and grins a little at the thought of the story she'll tuck between the lines of her reply.
Jim's about to drop another message to Bones, who sent him something cryptic about "can't work in Sickbay, meet me in quarters," when he rounds the corner and finds two girls -- Ensigns, he means Ensigns -- tangled up below a comm terminal. He recognizes Al'e by her gorgeous round butt, up in the air as she kneels over the other girl, who's got a long burnt-umber leg flexing around Al'e's waist, and isn't that Cooperton, Sulu's Alpha Shift relief? Why isn't she on the Bridge? What the really fucking sexy hell?
Jim folds his arms and clears his throat. The girls keep necking, and part of him -- specifically, the part that's half-hard already -- wants to stand and watch, which both makes complete sense and is completely unprofessional of him. He's a little afraid he'll have to tap Al'e's shoulder -- bending down would put him that much closer to the floor, he might just end up in the fray, he hopes and worries and drags up a mental image of one of Bones's more disappointed glares for an antidote-- but Cooperton makes a noise that's too sharp for a moan, and Al'e tosses up her glossy head, her eyes round and her mouth plump and wet. "Captain!"
"On your feet, Ensign." Jim watches Cooperton pull her hand from under Al'e's skirt and tells himself he should feel as disapproving as he's trying to look as they disentangle themselves and wobble to their feet, unable to keep their hands off each other. Their fingers end up tangled as Cooperton looks at her feet and Al'e stares at Jim, smudging a hand across her full tender lips, and, really, this is kind of ridiculous, his thoughts included. "Do I even need to list the regulations you've just violated?" They both shake their heads; Cooperton's hairband is askew, and Jim's eyes want to track the diagonal of her now lopsided puff of hair, or maybe the way her chest's still heaving. "Ensign Cooperton, why aren't you on the Bridge?"
"Lt. Thella relieved me when I reported feeling indisposed, Sir." Cooperton keeps staring at her feet.
At least someone's flying Jim's ship. "So noted. You're both dismissed to quarters pending further disciplinary action."
"Sir," asks Cooperton, looking down crosseyed as she raises her head, "may I be dismissed to her quarters?" She finally looks up, trading a wide-eyed glance with Al'e before staring at Jim like she can't believe what she just said, which makes at least two of them.
Three, as Jim opens his mouth to answer that incredibly ridiculous request and "Yes" comes out. What. The. Hell. His eyes cross trying to look at his own disobedient mouth as Cooperton and Al'e scurry away, still hand in hand.
Something's definitely affecting his crew, his ship. Come to think of it, there's a certain fuzziness creeping in from the corners of his mind, like fog rolling in over the Bay back in San Francisco, a warm mugginess to the air, a lightness like a gravity malfunction.
Jim passes two more couples on his way, and leaves them alone because of the answering throb in his blood, because he may not have all that much time before he succumbs to whatever's going on. As soon as the door slides open he asks, "Hey, Bones, have you noticed the crew going sex-crazy?"
Okay, he's a little disappointed when Bones doesn't even lift his eyes from the console, but he's also relieved -- no matter what, he can rely on his CMO. "Had to sedate my entire Sickbay." Bones's fingers fly over the keyboard. "And I can't raise Chapel -- she's in Lieutenant Gaila's quarters, I think we're not seeing them till this is over."
Jim whistles, and lets himself enjoy that mental image of writhing pink and green and red and gold for precisely the three strides it takes him to cross the room. "So, what've you got?" he asks as he leans over Bones, looking at the screen, where molecular models flicker in quick succession. "What's causing this?"
Bones hunches his shoulder a bit. "My current hypothesis is some kind of plant-based psychoactive alkaloid, most likely in the air supply from the speed of onset. I set up a comparison program to find exactly which one we're dealing with, and dropped Spock a line to have Science pull some vent filters and look for pollen fragments. Dammit, Jim, could you back off a little?"
Jim stands straight, but Bones spins to face him, and under his stormy eyebrows his irises are bronze-rimmed discs of black. Oh. Bones reaches out to hook his fingers in Jim's waistband, scowling as he does it, and Jim could've dodged, but he didn't. He doesn't. "Uh, what did Spock say?" Jim asks as Bones yanks him close again, so he's standing between his thighs. His long, strong, muscular thighs under thin black cloth Jim knows he can rip right through.
Jim balls his fists instead, as Bones's hot fingertips sliding up his ribs make him hiss, as Bones bites that plump bottom lip and scowls harder and says, "Haven't heard from him." He shoves his face against Jim's chest, his growl muffled but clear. "I should'nt've called you here."
"Why did you?" Jim rests his fists on Bones's shoulders, thinking of how Bones's hair would feel sliding between his fingers. "Why'd you leave Sickbay?"
Bones tips his face up to give Jim that familiar are you defective? glare that always makes him grin. "Because I had five exemplary young medical officers laid out unconscious on biobeds," he snarls. "Helpless." His drawl's thickening, voice all rough honey as he nuzzles Jim's belly and pushes his shirts up. "If I'm gonna succumb to whatever sex pollen nonsense has got us this time, I should at least be with you."
Something melts inside Jim, a different warmth from the heat spiking under Bones's hands, a different fuzziness from the fog invading his brain. "Awww," he singsongs, unfurling his fingers around Bones's ears, "because you're my boy-friend?"
Bones snorts against Jim's bared navel, grumbles even as he follows it with a hot swipe of tongue. "Conceited infant," he mutters against Jim's skin, tugging him close as Jim pushes his hands into that thick silky hair and sighs happily. "C'mere."
"We should be working on fixing this," Jim says, mostly to his own legs as they swing over Bones's thighs and settle him onto Bones's happily bumpy lap. [sitting on his erection. "Don't you think I know that?" as he peels the shirt off. "I should be doing X or y or--" and shuts himself up with Jim's mouth. ]
["awww" Jim's warm fuzzy reaction, "because you're my boy-friend?" Bones grumbles, "Christ Almighty" and hauls Jim into his lap. Necking, hail from Cupcake aka Matthews that Spock and Uhura have barricaded themselves in a turbolift, Bones chewing on Jim's shoulder as Jim rests his chin on Bones's head and comms Uhura and gets nothing, calls Spock and gets a breathless sounding XO, says "go for it, it might clear your head", Bones says, "is that your plan, Jim?" Jim says "Yeah," Bones tips them both to floor and kisses Jim and lube and stroking, maybe fingering. Discussing situation during sex.
Afterwards, Jim can think a little, Bones less so, and they call Sulu and find him in a similar state with Chekov. How did plant get out, Botany lab air supply is separate, like science -- Riley. When Jim and Bones separate, horniness overwhelms them again, convo where they figure out the effect is strengthened by trying to separate. Bones begins Jim to come back, Jim does and ties Bones to desk and kisses him and heads out. Finds Gaila in hall, she says she wore Christine out. Call Sulu again. Chekov tied him to chair. Gives info on counteragent. [Spock & Uhura do something (confirm McCoy's theory, comm everyone, etc.) -- nah. See below.] Need to get rid of plant. Riley's quarters, Kyle and Riley sacked out, waves of horniness makingness rolling off plant, Gaila detatches it from wall and they airlock it; jeffries tube/ship love/Jim-Gaila kiss: find Scotty curled up with engines and release counteragent and/or anaphrodesiac. At end maybe hear from Spock and Uhura, having finally finished having sex.
Coda: Jim amused at blushing Chekov, but grumpy because no one will put out [Bones: Jim, you're pretty, but you're not that pretty], sentences Riley to vaccuum-dusting Jefferies tubes, last lines Riley woefully singing 'Kathleen'.]
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["awww" Jim's warm fuzzy reaction, "because you're my boy-friend?" Bones grumbles, "Christ Almighty" and hauls Jim into his lap. Necking, hail from Cupcake aka Matthews that Spock and Uhura have barricaded themselves in a turbolift, Bones chewing on Jim's shoulder as Jim rests his chin on Bones's head and comms Uhura and gets nothing, calls Spock and gets a breathless sounding XO, says "go for it, it might clear your head", Bones says, "is that your plan, Jim?" Jim says "Yeah," Bones tips them both to floor and kisses Jim and lube and stroking, maybe fingering. Discussing situation during sex.
Afterwards, Jim can think a little, Bones less so, and they call Sulu and find him in a similar state with Chekov. How did plant get out, Botany lab air supply is separate, like science -- Riley. When Jim and Bones separate, horniness overwhelms them again, convo where they figure out the effect is strengthened by trying to separate. Bones begins Jim to come back, Jim does and ties Bones to desk and kisses him and heads out. Finds Gaila in hall, she says she wore Christine out. Call Sulu again. Chekov tied him to chair. Gives info on counteragent. [Spock & Uhura do something (confirm McCoy's theory, comm everyone, etc.) -- nah. See below.] Need to get rid of plant. Riley's quarters, Kyle and Riley sacked out, waves of horniness makingness rolling off plant, Gaila detatches it from wall and they airlock it; jeffries tube/ship love/Jim-Gaila kiss: find Scotty curled up with engines and release counteragent and/or anaphrodesiac. At end maybe hear from Spock and Uhura, having finally finished having sex.
Coda: Jim amused at blushing Chekov, but grumpy because no one will put out [Bones: Jim, you're pretty, but you're not that pretty], sentences Riley to vaccuum-dusting Jefferies tubes, last lines Riley woefully singing 'Kathleen'.]
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http://near-family.livejournal.com/4545.html
My comment to Lomedet on this:
So, I figure two of Sulu's plants, being closely related, hybridize to create the Sex Pollen Flower. [Also work Kyle and Riley in here -- Riley is assisting in Botany.] Kirk is indulgently amused when S&C can't keep their hands off each other, shocked and laughing when S&U can't, and a bit alarmed despite the multiple orgasms when he and Bones can't [ETA, credit blcwriter: Jim is unaffected, but Bones isn't]. [Bones is alarmed as much because he's telling Jim he's irresistible as because he finds Jim so.] Tucking Bones in afterwards. Jim and Gaila and maybe Hikaru figure it out in a vidconference, and Gaila, whose symbiotic plants protect her [Jim's used to functioning despite being really horny], leaves her current SO (maybe McKenna or Ensign Ale or Chapel) sated in their bed and airlocks the thing and gets the decontam running and the antidote dissemenated. Maybe Jim, being half an Orion himself (not literally) sidekicks her on the mission, since it *is* his story. [At end, everyone is temporarily not horny except for Jim. credit lindmere.]
Actually, Bones stays awake, but Jim has to handcuff him to his desk and leave him to work on a cure.
Original Prompt:
http://community.livejournal.com/st_xi_kink/7030.html?thread=17039734#t17039734
One of Sulu's plants give off spores and feeds on sex. Couples of the ship (Kirk/Bones, Spock/Uhura, Sulu/Chekov, others welcome) cannot get more than three feet out of each other's sight before they're inundated with the impulse to screw more. The plant feeds off it.
Bonus points if Gaila is the one who gets to slay the beast.
Include Lt. Freeman somewhere:
http://users.livejournal.com/_samalander/219443.html?thread=1862195&style=mine#t1862195
http://roflolmaomg.livejournal.com/83574.html
http://community.livejournal.com/st_xi_kink_meme/330.html?thread=157002#t157002
http://thistlerose.livejournal.com/1123978.html
http://the-dala.livejournal.com/606458.html
http://eudaimon.livejournal.com/643355.html
http://re-white.livejournal.com/278403.html
http://community.livejournal.com/kirk_mccoy/1032764.html
http://savoytruffle.livejournal.com/98858.html
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was:
> It's the whoooole ship. LD Although ack, I appear to have left something
> out of my description, because the story has to be at least primarily
> K/Mc. Which is a pity, because I really like your ideas.
Their reply was:
Ah, I get it (I think). I kind of like the idea of Bones stuck somewhere
and being a helpless witness. Maybe he's under siege in Sickbay because
of all the people who want to get with him.
To have McCoy be an active participant without actually being
side-by-side with Kirk and Gaila, I think you have to assume that K&G are
working the non-medical side of the problem. McCoy is in Sickbay trying
to come up with an antidote (and maybe fighting off the advances of his
"guinea pig" patient). Meanwhile, K&G are looking at engineering
solutions that probably center on life support systems (filtering out the
spores, selectively killing the plant, etc.) It might be funny if the
cure involves giving everyone the reverse of the spores--something that
kills their libido long enough to starve the plant.
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