Nex nudged open the door to his lab with his feet, his hands full with a large, heavy cardboard box. Even with his enhanced strength, the synth struggled to keep the box upright, shakily setting it down in the middle of the lab. Getting out his boxcutter, Nex sliced open the tape on the box and tentatively opened it up. Inside the box were 5 trays, each containing bottles of a different chemical. Carefully lifting each tray out of the box, Nex put each bottle into his automated storage system, which sorted them away in the storage compartment underneath the lab. 

A few hours of experimentation and frustration later, Nex tried what he deemed would be the last trial of the day if it failed. He adjusted the dosages and measurements by a few percentages and adjusted the heat of the mixing station by a few degrees. As he began the mixing procedure, he took a seat in a chair and began to relax. However, while the other reactions were immediately inert, this specific cocktail began to emit a thick, pink smoke within the airtight mixer. Nex perked up and opened the machine, and the smoke poured out of it, the wisps forming little hearts as they settled in the air. 

If he had a nose, or lungs, perhaps the pheromones would be having an effect on the synth. Luckily, he didn’t, so he needed no protection as he reached inside the machine and pulled out the flask of hot-pink liquid, which swirled and bubbled on it’s own accord. With a chuckle, Nex opened a panel on his stomach, slotting the chemical inside. His hypothesis of the chemical’s effects would require some field-testing, after all.

Wyatt ordered his usual mocha and took a seat in a bean bag chair at the cafe. He opened his laptop and began to do some busywork while sipping his coffee and listening to the soft rain outside, and the light, jazzy music being played within the cafe. As he was nearly halfway done with the drink, however, he heard the bell attached to the door ring as Nex entered the cafe. He looked at Wyatt and took a seat right next to him in the big beanbag chair. Somewhat defensively, Wyatt closed his laptop quickly before Nex could sit by him, but he still smiled regardless. 

Nex put a friendly arm around Wyatt, and said “Hey there catface, how’ve you been doing?” his face plate displaying a wide grin. The lynx rolled all 3 of his eyes and chuckled. “I’ve been fine, tin can, how about you?” to which Nex scooted a little closer, until the two were basically cuddling on the beanbag. Not that Wyatt minded at all, he was always up for cuddling a friend, and the chair was in a position where no one was paying attention. 

However, Wyatt began to hear a faint hissing sound coming from Nex’s body, like gas being released. He lifted his head up off of Nex’s shoulder and asked “Hey, pal, you may have uhh..sprung a leak, maybe?” Nex shook his head and smirked, a faint pink gas slowly being released around him. “Nah, it’s supposed to do that. Don’t worry about it~” As the lynx sniffed the pink, sweet-smelling gas, he felt it’s thick, heavy, cloying scent drown out his thoughts as Nex pulled him closer, resting his head on his chest as he stood up, picking up Wyatt and his things with him as he carried the dazed lynx into his car. 

Now having some privacy, the synth vented more of the vapor into the air, effectively flooding the car with the pink smoke. Wyatt, still completely dazed, couldn’t bring himself to speak, his heart starting to throb in his chest as he clutched at Nex’s chassis, the sweetness of the smoke seeming to seep into his mind, infecting his emotions as his thoughts were filled with affection for the synth. 

Nex began to stroke Wyatt’s head, and as the lynx felt the synth caress his sensitive ears, he melted completely into him, purring softly as he took in more and more of the potent, hypnotic, affection-inducing pheromone. When Nex looked into Wyatt’s eyes, he could practically see hearts in them as he stared lovingly into them. If Nex was organic, he’d be able to feel Wyatt’s affection telepathically leaking out of him and infecting those around the car with a taste of the sweet, warm love that was induced by the chemical. 

His initial plan was to simply use the chemical for a prank, and then chart it’s effectiveness, but with the rain pouring outside pattering on the windshield, and with the lynx’s affection so genuine-seeming, if temporary, Nex decided to savor the moment. He stopped venting the chemical, and held Wyatt close. The lynx still could manage no words, but his comfort was obvious in his soft, happy purring as he snuggled into the synth, the pheromones completely clouding his mind except for those sweet, lovely feelings they induced. His eyes began to flutter and soon, all the world fell away from him, except for Nex, as he drifted off peacefully to sleep, snuggled into Nex in his car. The synth smiled, stroking his soft, fluffy head as he rolled down the windows, letting the gas vent out of the car and out into the rain...