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The London Zoological Gardens were bustling with wealthy patrons and spectators. Many crowded around the exhibit of the endangered and quite-apathetic Amazonian Giant Tortoise. The lumbering reptiles, one male and one female, shirked away from the numerous camera flashes and the distracting clamor of human audience.

Since first being introduced to the London Zoo, these two tortoises had never found a romantic connection, and if either passed without mating with their partner, the species might go extinct.

To solve this, the brilliant inventors Amelia Duchagne and Jennifer Whitelock worked together to design an airborne compound that would greatly amplify the romantic feelings of the subject.

"Cupid's Arrow!" Dr. Whitelock announced to the oos and ahs of the crowd before them. "Though its scientific name became too long to bother with," Dr. Duchagne chimed in with an embarrassed smile as the spectators chuckled.

"Under its spell," Dr. Whitelock continued, "Henry and Matilda here," the crowd's attention was directed back to the carefree tortoises, "will find the spark that's been missing in their relationship, and their species will be saved!" A few audience members let out small cheers while the cameramen continued to capture the scene of the two lovely scientists as they prepared their invention.

"Before we release the gas, we ask that anyone with a weak constitution towards turtle relations to please leave the scene as this is about to get very steamy," Dr. Duchagne explained as she rang a small bell to signal her assistant, Charles Wraydon, who was beneath the exhibit, ready to release a small burst of gas on the two unromantic reptiles.

"We also as that anyone who is excited by turtle pornography to also leave the area, as this is neither the time nor the place," Dr. Whitelock added in, completely seriously despite the rousing laughter she received from the audience. Her own assistant, Elizabeth Smith, was down below as well, assisting Mr. Wraydon with the experiment.

"I wonder what's taking so long?" Dr. Whitelock asked her colleague after a few minutes. They were sure their assistants were doing their part, having heard the rush and pop of pipes and gases beneath their stage, but nothing could be seen emerging from the vents.

"It should be coming out of the pipes by now," Dr. Duchagne replied. Indeed, they both knew the appearance of the dense clouds of lovely smoke well, having accidentally released the chemicals in their experiments while working together.

Very closely together, as both doctors blushed when they each remembered their warm encounters under the spell of their invention. Earlier versions of the gas were far more... potent than the current batch, and they briefly recalled each failed test as they inhaled the compound, before they both threw caution, and their clothing, to the wind before descending into a writhing fusion of flesh on the laboratory floor.

"Ahem," Dr. Duchagne cleared her throat, trying to forget the memories of Dr. Whitelock's skilled hands at work on her delicates. "Mr. Wraydon!" She leaned over the balcony and shouted down to the cellar beneath her. "Charles! Is everything alright down there?"

"Elizabeth!" Dr. Whitelock joined her in trying to get their assistants' attention. Something was amiss.

Meanwhile, Mr. Wraydon and Ms. Smith found themselves struggling to remember their current duty as they locked lips and fumbled with the buttons and straps of each other's clothing. A crack in the pipes went unseen during the earlier inspection, and now the gas was pouring not into the exhibit, but back into the pump room. The two assistants had been struck by Cupid's Arrow.

Hearing their mistresses calling to them from above, they momentarily took their attention off of each other, but it was too little too late as they instantly drew back into their steamy embrace. Unconsciously, Mr. Wraydon turned the ventilation crank more, thinking that was what Dr. Duchagne was calling for, and the room filled with even more of the romantic gas.

Even worse, the room's vents were open on their own, and soon the deviant compound would spread into the air of the zoo. The giant tortoises would indeed get a whiff of the gas that could save their species, but not until every human watching over them was struck by Cupid's Arrow first, and then the real fun would begin.

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So this is PrinceBuffoon 's character, Charles Wraydon, the assistant of Dr. Amelia Duchagne, and GoldBitter 's character Elizabeth Smith, the assistant of Dr. Jennifer Whitelock. Ever since their collaboration, The Garment Game, I got it in my head to ship these two characters, and I figured it'd be good to draw for Valentine's Day. I recommend checking out both of the writers' stories, especially their collaboration, because they're both great writers who put a lot of passions and fun into their work. This was a lot of fun to draw, even though there's no evidence that there's anything between them. But hey, sometimes the ships built from the most incompatible parts sail the best.

Happy Valentines Day!

Description

The London Zoological Gardens were bustling with wealthy patrons and spectators. Many crowded around the exhibit of the endangered and quite-apathetic Amazonian Giant Tortoise. The lumbering reptiles, one male and one female, shirked away from the numerous camera flashes and the distracting clamor of human audience.

Since first being introduced to the London Zoo, these two tortoises had never found a romantic connection, and if either passed without mating with their partner, the species might go extinct.

To solve this, the brilliant inventors Amelia Duchagne and Jennifer Whitelock worked together to design an airborne compound that would greatly amplify the romantic feelings of the subject.

"Cupid's Arrow!" Dr. Whitelock announced to the oos and ahs of the crowd before them. "Though its scientific name became too long to bother with," Dr. Duchagne chimed in with an embarrassed smile as the spectators chuckled.

"Under its spell," Dr. Whitelock continued, "Henry and Matilda here," the crowd's attention was directed back to the carefree tortoises, "will find the spark that's been missing in their relationship, and their species will be saved!" A few audience members let out small cheers while the cameramen continued to capture the scene of the two lovely scientists as they prepared their invention.

"Before we release the gas, we ask that anyone with a weak constitution towards turtle relations to please leave the scene as this is about to get very steamy," Dr. Duchagne explained as she rang a small bell to signal her assistant, Charles Wraydon, who was beneath the exhibit, ready to release a small burst of gas on the two unromantic reptiles.

"We also as that anyone who is excited by turtle pornography to also leave the area, as this is neither the time nor the place," Dr. Whitelock added in, completely seriously despite the rousing laughter she received from the audience. Her own assistant, Elizabeth Smith, was down below as well, assisting Mr. Wraydon with the experiment.

"I wonder what's taking so long?" Dr. Whitelock asked her colleague after a few minutes. They were sure their assistants were doing their part, having heard the rush and pop of pipes and gases beneath their stage, but nothing could be seen emerging from the vents.

"It should be coming out of the pipes by now," Dr. Duchagne replied. Indeed, they both knew the appearance of the dense clouds of lovely smoke well, having accidentally released the chemicals in their experiments while working together.

Very closely together, as both doctors blushed when they each remembered their warm encounters under the spell of their invention. Earlier versions of the gas were far more... potent than the current batch, and they briefly recalled each failed test as they inhaled the compound, before they both threw caution, and their clothing, to the wind before descending into a writhing fusion of flesh on the laboratory floor.

"Ahem," Dr. Duchagne cleared her throat, trying to forget the memories of Dr. Whitelock's skilled hands at work on her delicates. "Mr. Wraydon!" She leaned over the balcony and shouted down to the cellar beneath her. "Charles! Is everything alright down there?"

"Elizabeth!" Dr. Whitelock joined her in trying to get their assistants' attention. Something was amiss.

Meanwhile, Mr. Wraydon and Ms. Smith found themselves struggling to remember their current duty as they locked lips and fumbled with the buttons and straps of each other's clothing. A crack in the pipes went unseen during the earlier inspection, and now the gas was pouring not into the exhibit, but back into the pump room. The two assistants had been struck by Cupid's Arrow.

Hearing their mistresses calling to them from above, they momentarily took their attention off of each other, but it was too little too late as they instantly drew back into their steamy embrace. Unconsciously, Mr. Wraydon turned the ventilation crank more, thinking that was what Dr. Duchagne was calling for, and the room filled with even more of the romantic gas.

Even worse, the room's vents were open on their own, and soon the deviant compound would spread into the air of the zoo. The giant tortoises would indeed get a whiff of the gas that could save their species, but not until every human watching over them was struck by Cupid's Arrow first, and then the real fun would begin.

_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

So this is PrinceBuffoon 's character, Charles Wraydon, the assistant of Dr. Amelia Duchagne, and GoldBitter 's character Elizabeth Smith, the assistant of Dr. Jennifer Whitelock. Ever since their collaboration, The Garment Game, I got it in my head to ship these two characters, and I figured it'd be good to draw for Valentine's Day. I recommend checking out both of the writers' stories, especially their collaboration, because they're both great writers who put a lot of passions and fun into their work. This was a lot of fun to draw, even though there's no evidence that there's anything between them. But hey, sometimes the ships built from the most incompatible parts sail the best.

Happy Valentines Day!