After a few minutes of breathing air of the sauna, which by this point was nearly saturated with moisture, Nick finally built up the courage to ask the still drowsy Judy if she felt in any way different or altered; in truth, Nick expected to hear an affirmation of his expectations that the pheromone had been effective in seducing her. In several respects, Nick was apprehensive as to the results and the effects the pheromone would have on Judy physiologically and emotionally; in fact, he was so ashamed of his actions that he almost refused to turn to Judy to see if she was indeed conscious.
Turning to face Judy's exposed figure he was elated to see that his question had not fallen on deaf ears and that Judy was slowly moving after nearly ten minutes of complete and utter silence, excluding the soft moans and growls she emitted during his intimate physical contact with her.
"Wow, I must have passed out again or something," Judy remarked incredulously in a notably exhausted tone, "I really don't remember anything. Nick, how long have I been in here?"
"Oh, maybe five or ten minutes," lied Nick with a neutral, inexpressive countenance, "not too long."
"Are you kidding me?! I have been in here that long! I must have fainted from the heat, because I honestly don't remember anything except that weird-smelling bath salt that you put on the heater over there," as she gestured vaguely towards the direction of the heater at the center of the sauna.
"This is great," celebrated Nick silently, "she's clueless! She doesn't remember a thing!"
"Hey, Nick!" she said in an urgent tone, "I feel really lightheaded right now, I feel like I am going to pass out again!"
"What a great night, maybe I can get a second round with Judy." thought Nick excitedly-though he ultimately felt a tinge of remorse for taking advantage of Judy in the first place.
"Nick, come here, I can't tell if my ears are bleeding, maybe I should leave the sauna…" pleaded Judy as she seemed to be once again losing consciousness.
"That's odd," Nick thought to himself, "In all my time with Judy, I have never seen her ask for my help, she is the most independent bunny I know, it's really uncharacteristic of her to ask for my help. Then again, if she really is bleeding I need to go help her."
Nick then proceeded to walk over to Judy's side, as she had once again laid face-up on the top tier of the sauna benches. Nick then reasoned that this entire request for his assistance might just be a clever ploy by Judy to lure him to her side so she might fulfill her own depraved acts of lust as she was now fully exposed to the ZP-170 pheromone. Being a staunchly rational fox, Nick quickly cast this possibility from the forefront of his mind; however, he secretly hoped that his fantasies would come true as they recently had when Judy was in her drowsy, semi-unconscious state.
Reaching Judy's side he leaned over to inspect her ear, noticing only sweat and small quantities of beeswax. Suspicious as to the reason for her prior request (as she now wore an obvious, mischievous smile on her face) he was preparing to question her motives when she took her paw and with a rapid, well-coordinate movement put one of her soft, tender fingers on his snout, preventing him from posing any question.
"You know Nick," began Judy in a coquettish and flirtatious voice that bordered on a whisper, "I really didn't call you over to check on me…"
"So why did you call me over here?" asked the visibly confused fox through his mouth which was obstructed by Judy's single digit.
"For this," and immediately after saying these two words Judy grabbed Nick's head, pulling their mouths together in such a natural fashion that it seemed to be orchestrated and executed through some miraculous divine intervention. As their bodies were attracted towards one another Nick and Judy seemed to merge into one figure, for identifying this perfect harmony of romance, love, lust, and mutual carnal desire as merely two separate individuals would be unjust. As Judy began to kiss the bewildered and excited fox fervently and passionately, Nick began to wish that the ecstasy he experienced from the tenderness of their osculation and embrace would never end. The observant fox could feel the rabbits heartbeat accelerate as his own heart emulated the acceleration. Judy began to gasp for breath as she desired with all of her body and soul to continue this sweet oral embrace. Although her brief attempts for air seemed sloppy and uncoordinated, they merely added to the heat of their passion.
As the intensity began to grow, Nick noticed that the Édith Piaf music had progressed to the third track, the song that he knew as the most romantic and indisputably passionate of the twentieth century, Piaf's 1940 song, "L'Accordéoniste", an intriguing lyrical tale about a Paris prostitute whose only joy in life is the beautiful music created by a destitute accordionist who must ultimately leave Paris to fight in a war. "La fille de joie est belle, au coin de la rue là-bas, elle a une clientèle..." (The prostitute is beautiful, she is at the corner of the street, she is with a client). Upon hearing these opening lyrics of the lascivious, salacious song, Nick could not contain his primeval urges and at this moment he began to fulfill his dreams and most intense sexual fantasies.
At this point in the story, I feel obligated to inform you, the reader, that Nick and Judy did, in fact, make love. For both, (I am willing to divulge) this was a pleasurable experience in which both were able to achieve, albeit for a brief moment, (and in Judy's case, several moments) of true, undeniable joy and release. Although I do not feel compelled as a writer to explain any of the particulars of this fascinating event, I encourage you to picture it in your mind and imagine what amazing acts of unadulterated lust and untamed instinct could have taken place between these unique and passionate lovers. As for the more philosophical and attentive readers who are more prone to look beyond the vulgar and arousing particulars of Nick and Judy's copulation, I leave you with this quote:
"But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about." ― Gabriel Garcí a Márquez, renowned and celebrated twentieth-century Colombian author.
