This was written during the summer after Voyager's first season and originally posted to alt.sex.fetish.startrek.
The characters, except for Siegler and Bernstein, and the ship belong to Paramount. The recipe is Neelix's. The plot is virtually nonexistent.
If you're under 18, turn back now.
Enjoy!

Chapter 1
In which the Captain thinks impure thoughts about Neelix

As usual, Captain Kathryn Janeway ate her dinner quickly and returned to the bridge. She was only too aware of the deadening effect her presence in the mess had on that part of the crew's social life which was conducted there. She liked being on the bridge, too, at the center of things. It helped her to keep her mind on her job, on dealing with the ordinary and extraordinary events of the day-to-day life of a starship, rather than dwelling on the fact that she was responsible for the well-being of a ship and crew seventy thousand light years from home, or on the fact that those same seventy thousand light years separated her from Mark, from her family, from all the big and little pleasures of home.

On this particular evening, however, she was experiencing a serious difficulty in concentrating on the tasks at hand. Initially, she blamed her distraction on the fact that there was nothing terribly pressing to attend to. At such times, sexual fantasies were likely to come into her head. But this was different. Usually in such cases, her body responded to the images in her mind. This evening, it seemed as though her mind and body were on parallel courses. She could feel that she was getting quite wet. She was glad she was a woman; it would be very awkward to have blatant visible signs of arousal. As it was, the uniform would conceal the erect nipples, the flushed chest, the moisture, everything but the blush on her face.

What could be causing this? There were no unusual external stimuli; true, Chakotay had returned from his own brief trip to the mess hall and was sitting there next to her looking extremely handsome, but that was an everyday experience, one which she had never allowed to distract her before. There had been no reports of any unusual sensor readings--not that, as far as she knew, human arousal could be induced by any kind of radiation or spatial anomoly, but in the Delta Quadrant it did sometimes seem as though anything were possible. Could it have been something she ate or drank? Now that was a real possibility--Neelix had made some green stuff for dinner which she was quite sure she hadn't tasted before, and it was not unknown for chemical substances to produce such effects when consumed, though such claims were false in the vast majority of cases. The question was, were any of the others experiencing the same effects?

Janeway looked around at the bridge crew. Tuvok was his usual impassive self. Ensign Siegler at Ops looked a little restless, but of course that could have many explanations. Ensign Bernstein, at the conn, seemed perfectly normal. She looked over at Chakotay. He avoided her gaze. She noticed that he was holding a PADD in an unusual position--and it wasn't large enough to conceal what it was clearly intended to conceal. No, she was not the only one affected.

"Chakotay, what did you have for dinner?"

"I believe it was called Rabosian mousse." He grimaced slightly. "It was green."

Evidence in support of her hypothesis.

"Janeway to Neelix. Report to my ready room immediately."

Siegler and Bernstein looked at each other.

"Did you have the green stuff too?" asked Siegler. Bernstein shook her head.

"No, the purple stuff. It wasn't very good. What's with the green stuff?"

Ensign Siegler wasn't about to answer that question. She busied herself with her control panel, stealing sidelong glances at Deborah Bernstein, admiring the way her dark, curly hair contrasted with her fair skin, wanting to unbraid it and run her fingers through it, wanting to run her fingers through that other patch of dark, curly hair that must be hidden under the smooth black fabric of the uniform. She speculated about what course Voyager would take if one were to lay Deborah Bernstein naked across the helm controls.

The routine reports she was calling up on her own panel were blurred by the sweat from her fingers. Did the captain's remarks mean that both she and Chakotay were in the same condition? If so, the ship was in big trouble.

Janeway left Tuvok in charge of the bridge and withdrew to her ready room with Chakotay.

"Have you noticed anything...unusual since dinner?"

"You've noticed it too? You think it might be due to the green stuff?"

"It's a possibility. Do you have any other ideas?"

Chakotay had a lot of ideas, but refrained from mentioning them, answering with a simple "No." Neelix arrived, slightly out of breath.

"Mr. Neelix, what was that green stuff you served for dinner tonight?"

"Rabosian mousse," he replied with his usual eagerness. "It's made from algae. For centuries, the Rabosian court kept the recipe a secret...."

Janeway was aware of an urge, which she had never experienced before, to run her fingers through his bristly hair.

"Does this...mousse have any known psychotropic effects?"

She'd never noticed before how appealing his eyes were. Something was definitely going on.

"Any what effects? It's very nutritious. It also has mild mood-elevating and aphrodisiac qualities. As the ship's Morale Officer, I thought...."

"Mild aphrodisiac qualities?" she asked, the sarcasm sufficient to be evident even to Neelix. First that damned cheese, now this. Neelix deserved a good spanking. She wanted to be the one to administer it. It would give her great pleasure to have him laid out across her desk, his pants down around his fat little ankles. She found herself speculating about what his rear end looked like. Hair or no hair? Tail? And what kind of sex organs did Talaxians have? Despite her background as a scientist, she had never before experienced the slightest curiosity about what lay beneath his outlandish clothing.

"It's possible that the effect is stronger in humans," he was saying.

"It is possible." Anything sufficient to make her lust after Neelix in her heart was pretty damned powerful. "In future, I expect you to be more careful. You and the doctor are to come up with a plan for more thorough testing of new food substances and submit it for my approval by 1700 hours tomorrow. That will be all." She needed to get him out of the way. She had the impression that the effects were getting stronger. And if she were going to lose control, she'd prefer to be alone with her first officer.