After a long race in the heat of the Green Hill Zone with Sonic, you once again face defeat. Collapsed on the ground, head first in the grass, you think to yourself, "He's just too fast!". As you struggle to get up you hear the faint sound of footsteps approaching you. You look up and it's him; here to gloat at your sad attempt to beat the most quick-footed hedgehog in the land. How could you have been so naive? No amount of training could surpass his mighty boosts of speed…
His smirk is excruciating. You can't bare to see it, the cocky bastard. He's right above you now, his green eyes piercing your soul, cursing your very existence. You brace yourself for what this blue egomaniac is about to say to you.
A chuckle slithers out of his mouth like a snake. "Heh," he says, "this chili dog ain't gonna suck itself."
A whimper escapes from your quivering lips as Sonic stands before you, his lanky yet rugged body blocking the sun from hitting your face. Looking up, you lock eyes with his and think for a moment: you've always sort of admired him despite his overbearing air. Every race you've cherished, despite losing. Candid as he is when it comes to what he wants, you let it slide-such as the ways of the animal. This animal wanted you too, and feeling honored, you nod, giving into his demands and to your insatiable lust for the life of the fast lane and for those who run its roads.
"Now you're speaking my language." he says with another menacing smirk. Before you can speak, he hollers words that echo through the hills: "TIME TO JUICE AND JAM, PARTNER".
Something thick, sticky, and around 5 inches in length jams it's way into your front hole. It's his chili dog, flying in and out at 60 miles-per-hour. And god DAMN, it's delicious! You want him to keep it coming. On your knees, you start begging as you use your hands to jerk it harder.
"OH YES!" you manage to moan during one of the quick outserts of his steamy, pulsating Oscar Mayer wiener. "GIVE IT TO ME LIKE HORMEL ON A FRIDAY NIGHT!" Chilli sauce pours off your tongue into a goopy mess as your panting increases, your lips throbbing. You swallow some, the sauce warming your esophagus.
"Heh, I'll say," Sonic responds in a smug manner. "You did me so good there's a chance I'll go Super Sonic at the end of the next race!" Tucking his fat hedgehog meat away, he bolts off to the next zone, leaving you behind on your knees and satisfied.
Tilting your head back, you smile at the sun. You may not have won the race but you got what you desired most: the creamy, rich sauce of the most daring erinaceidae in the land to fill your wishing well. You sat like that for a very long time, wondering how the next race will go even though you know you'll lose.