The next race is about to begin. Please come to the gate, participants!

	That's all Sonic could hear above his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. The tinny reverb drifting into the secluded alleyway, a faint reminder of the waiting world not far off. Gloved fingers stroked him, slick with spit and gliding across the base of his length with a speed which, were any blood left in his brain, he'd find quite impressive. Amy's wrist was little more than a pink and white blur, stroking Sonic forward until his length came to rest between her legs, clutching him between warm pink thighs, a glistening heat drooling excitement over the top of him with every thrust forward.
	Sonics grunts and groans were muted by a familiar pair of lips against his own, half-lidded eyes watching Amy's expressions flit between variations of pure bliss as the pink hedgehog all but twerked upon his lap. This, it seemed, was all she ever wanted. Perhaps it lacked the romantic backdrop, yet Amy didn't seem to mind grinding her hips back against the man of her dreams in such an open place, hips grinding circular patterns against him, her left hand squeezing and teasing Sonic's sensitive tip by gripping him with her thumb and index finger, fresh dollops of precum oozing from his tip.
	"Mpph, mwah. . . does that feel good, Sonic?" Breaking the kiss, Amy ran her tongue over her bottom lip. A thin trail of saliva, connecting pink and blue, sparkling in the morning sun that slowly crept in to the once-dark alleyway. "Wouldn't you rather ride me instead of those air boards?"
	"Guh.. A-Amy, we-..we might be seen," Sonic said, torn between wanting more of this devious side of Amy, and not wanting to get caught. Unprofessional, risque, none of that mattered-- he just didn't want the others to know that he liked her. Knuckles' never-ending taunts would drive him mad. "This is... getting risky."
	"Risky? Oh, isn't that more fun?" Narrowing her eyes, Amy's voice dropped into something a little more husky. Deeper. Her own arousal on display, hands still diligently working the blue blur in the small space between their bodies, jerking him off to the best of her ability. Which, as it turned out, was an ability she was quite good at, as Sonic's lightly-bucking hips fucked her cupped palm, the pink woman knew just when to change to a vertical motion, akin to a pepper grinder as his hips drove forward, rippling the tight pink ass before him with each thrust. "Oh, well okay, if you insist. . . but not before you cum."
	What? Sonic's eyes grew wide, his body perking up even as his quills sagged, weighed down and damp with sweat from Amy's intensive workout. "W-what? Shouldn't we just...?"
	It was obvious she had tuned him out after she'd finished speaking. Raising her right hand, the pink hedgehog spat onto the white glove, the bubbling warmth immediately slathering Sonic's cockhead, fingers working her saliva into the thick, throbbing flesh between her legs. The impromptu bathing was all it took, Sonic's mouth opening as he instinctually tried to warn her. He could hear people now, strolling down the sidewalk mere feet from them. To make any noise would have it all come crashing down. Instead, Sonic braced himself, fingers gripping on to the ridge of the building behind him.
	Amy, feeling him tense and squirm under her, lowered her hips, letting go of his spit-slick cockhead in favor of her panties. Hitching them back up until Sonic's dick formed an outline in the lacy material, Amy shuddered at the feeling of Sonic's orgasm. The way his body tensed, the way he quivered between her legs; it was something she could never explain.
	If Sonic didn't know any better, he would have sworn that Amy was speaking in pure emotion, a cheesy heart drifting from her open lips as she savored the moment. And though Sonic was concerned, at first, that she would simply allow him to cum on the wall in front of them, Amy seemed to have bigger plans. With his cockhead pointed down into her undergarments, his excessive load coated her panties with his seed. Strings of sticky spunk dangled from the stuffed garments. A breathless Sonic leaned forward against Amy, panting heavily as reality slowly came back to him.
	"That's a good boy, Sonic," she giggled, increasing her grip on the base of his cock as she stepped forward, the tight tug cleaning any remaining spunk from him, leaving it on the material of her glove. Which she promptly began to lick, her pink little tongue twirling around her gloved digits, lapping up every stray strand of Sonic spunk. "Mmph, mm, now then. ."
	Finishing her sudden meal, the pink woman made herself decent. Raising her panties back in to place, her thighs and genitals absolutely smothered in Sonic's essence, she flashed the blue hedgehog a smile, reaching down to grab the hoverboard she'd hidden behind herself, handing it to the spent hedgehog. "You better get to the race before you're late!"
	Nodding, he took his board from her outstretched hands, holding it over his groin as he turned towards the opening of the alleyway. For a moment, Sonic closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then set forward.
	Until she called out. "I've got a reward for you if you finish in first place!"