DS9 - Possibly the shortest trope yet.
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seikilosTitle: 30-Day Cheesy Tropes Challenge - 8. Sex Pollen AU
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Genre: Humour
Rating & Warnings: PG
Words: 134 this part, ?? overall
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.
Summary: The flora on alien planets can have unexpected properties, as Garak finds out firsthand.
Author's Notes: My apologies to anyone who had been expecting something of any length for this prompt. When I arrived at this point in the list, I read the trope name and went "NOPE." So--here you are.
The good thing about having a highly accomplished doctor as a friend was that, when he was dosed by what was no doubt the sexual cousin of the Omicron pod plant on the planet on which they had just crashed, within seconds Dr. Bashir had snapped out the tricorder from his salvaged medkit, scanned him, and hit him with the appropriate hypo.
The bad thing about having a highly accomplished doctor as a friend, Garak thought a bit wistfully, was that Dr. Bashir had been so fast at bringing him back to his wits, he hadn't had the chance to find out if that slim Human body felt half as good against him as he imagined it would.
Oh well. Perhaps his doctor would be a little slower the next time. . . .
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Genre: Humour
Rating & Warnings: PG
Words: 134 this part, ?? overall
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.
Summary: The flora on alien planets can have unexpected properties, as Garak finds out firsthand.
Author's Notes: My apologies to anyone who had been expecting something of any length for this prompt. When I arrived at this point in the list, I read the trope name and went "NOPE." So--here you are.
The good thing about having a highly accomplished doctor as a friend was that, when he was dosed by what was no doubt the sexual cousin of the Omicron pod plant on the planet on which they had just crashed, within seconds Dr. Bashir had snapped out the tricorder from his salvaged medkit, scanned him, and hit him with the appropriate hypo.
The bad thing about having a highly accomplished doctor as a friend, Garak thought a bit wistfully, was that Dr. Bashir had been so fast at bringing him back to his wits, he hadn't had the chance to find out if that slim Human body felt half as good against him as he imagined it would.
Oh well. Perhaps his doctor would be a little slower the next time. . . .
