Kinktober: Star Trek Lower Decks Femslash One-Shots

Day 1: Voyeurism/Sex Pollen (Mariner/T'lyn)

Beckett Mariner could feel the thick, humid air of the alien planet clinging to her skin as she and T'Lyn made their way through the dense jungle. Sweat dripped down her neck, and her uniform clung uncomfortably to her body, but the mission required them to continue. The sun was setting in the distance, casting an eerie orange glow through the towering trees and over the strange, bioluminescent flora. Everything about this place felt off, but Mariner had learned long ago that strange planets always came with unexpected surprises.

"Ugh," Mariner groaned, wiping the sweat from her brow. "This planet is the worst. Why did Starfleet think it was a good idea to send us here to collect samples? We've got drones for this kind of thing."

T'Lyn, ever composed despite the rising temperature, walked with precise, efficient movements, her Vulcan discipline keeping her posture rigid. "Starfleet has determined that the local flora holds medicinal properties that cannot be accurately studied without direct observation," she said in her usual monotone voice, not a bead of sweat on her. "Our task is to ensure the samples are collected and returned for analysis."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Mariner muttered. "But seriously, it's like this place is alive or something. I feel like we're being watched."

As if in response to her words, the dense foliage around them rustled, revealing the faint glimmer of curious eyes peeking through the underbrush. Mariner squinted, catching glimpses of small, delicate creatures—alien natives, their round, glowing eyes fixated on the two Starfleet officers with unblinking intensity. She shuddered slightly.

"Great. Now we've got an audience," she muttered.

T'Lyn, however, seemed unbothered. "The native species appears to be non-hostile. They may simply be observing us out of curiosity. Continue with the mission."

"Yeah, okay, T'Lyn, but if they start clapping or something, I'm out of here." Mariner chuckled, but as they moved deeper into the jungle, she couldn't shake the strange sensation creeping over her—her skin felt warm, too warm, and not just from the climate. There was something more, something... primal.

T'Lyn paused, her gaze falling on a peculiar flower nestled between two large tree roots. It was massive, its petals radiating a strange, ethereal glow. "This plant matches the description provided by Starfleet," she said, kneeling to examine it closely. "It is likely the source of the pheromones that were detected in the atmosphere."

Mariner, still feeling an unfamiliar heat creeping up her neck, eyed the plant warily. "Pheromones, huh? That explains the weird vibes I've been getting."

T'Lyn didn't respond immediately, her fingers brushing against the petals of the flower. Suddenly, the plant released a fine, shimmering mist into the air, the particles swirling around them like dust caught in a breeze.

Mariner coughed, waving her hand in front of her face. "What the hell—?"

Before she could finish her sentence, the strange heat she'd been feeling intensified. Her heart started to race, and a tingling sensation spread across her skin, making her acutely aware of T'Lyn's presence next to her. She glanced over at the Vulcan, who was still crouched next to the flower, her normally impassive face now showing the faintest trace of tension.

"T'Lyn, you feel that?" Mariner asked, her voice sounding breathless even to her own ears.

T'Lyn stood slowly, her movements stiff, as if she were fighting something. "Yes," she said, her voice strained. "The pollen appears to have... affected my physiology."

Mariner could see the conflict in T'Lyn's eyes. The Vulcan was trying to maintain control, but whatever was in the air—whatever that plant had released—was clearly messing with her normally steely composure. Mariner's own body felt like it was on fire, every nerve tingling with an overwhelming, unfamiliar desire.