Honey x Breezie 1
Breezie and Honey strike up a business deal, but can't seem to agree on payment. Breezie has an idea how they can settle this financial dispute.
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This is a _Sonic the Hedgehog _fanfiction. All characters are copyright their respective owners and are written as above the age of 18.
Breezie the Hedgehog stands behind her desk in her office, staring down at the casino operating below her. A buzz indicates a call, and she answers it with a quick and professional “Send her in.”
Stepping inside the office is Honey the Cat, the red-and-black dressed feline carrying with her a portfolio and a bright smile. “Thanks again for this golden opportunity, Miss Breezie. I promise you won’t regret working with my design label.”
Breezie smirks and turns around, placing her hands on her desk. “Then, by all means, let me see what you’ve got.”
Honey pulls out sheets of illustrations, placing each one on the desk. “As you can see, these newest designs will give your robotic workforce the pop it needs to stand out from all other robots in the world!”
Breezie steps around, standing beside Honey and grabbing one of the illustrations. Holding it close to herself, she strokes her chin and nods. “Oh yes, indeed. These are quite impressive. Truly, this is worth the investment. She pauses, and then she smirks. "A fellow businesswoman like yourself would understand there is a significant financial burden to what you're asking of me. But we can set you up with our most generous payment plan, which we would pay you in sixteen regular installments over the next five years!”
Honey frowns, then she places her hands on her hips, tapping her foot. “Excuse me? Payment plan? Part of the payment is the cost of materials and labor. I need the money upfront if I’m going to fabricate all of these outfits for your workforce.”
“A price tag like that would harm the bottom line in the third quarter,” Breezie counters, tapping her chin. It would be ridiculous to assume I could have so many liquid assets to pay for what you’re asking for right here and now.”
“Well, if you don’t mind, I can take my designs and have them elsewhere. I hear the Meteotech is also looking for a new look.”
“Oh, my little kitty cat, you’re so hasty,” Breezie says, placing her hand atop Honey’s. “I’m sure there are ways that I can change your mind.” She says this, rubbing her thumb over the back of the cat’s glove.
Honey’s tail lifts up, and she blinks, but she doesn’t move her hand away. “What… are you talking about?” Honey asks, then she pulls her hand free. “Are you trying to manipulate me?”
Breezie stands behind her, placing her hands on Honey’s shoulders. “Manipulate you? Oh no, of course not,” she says, moving down her arms. “But for a beautiful woman like yourself, I’m offering to throw in another form of payment if you accept the payment plan terms.”
Honey inhales deeply, her body tensing up. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Offering you my services,” replies Breezie, her fingers kneading into the other woman’s shoulders with clumsy, but eager motions. “After all, I’m sure we can come to some sort of understanding, can we not?”
“Oh, I don’t think so!” Honey shrugs off Breezie’s hand, though she doesn’t turn around. Instead, she looks at the hedgehog from the corner of her eye, waiting to see what she might try next.
Breezie smirks and redoubles her efforts, wrapping one hand around Honey’s tummy and pulling her back up against the hedgehog’s body. Another hand slips around to her chest, a hand firmly upon one of her breasts.
“Is that so? Then why are you blushing?”
“Mmmgnh….” The cat cannot help but let out a little sound, her feet tapping along the ground. “I… I’m not blushing. You’re new to this, aren’t you?”
Breezie pauses for only the most minute of moments before she redoubles her efforts. “You know you like it. I could tell you were enamored by me when we first spoke about the tournament.” She says this, rolling her palm, her fingers curling in, fondling at Honey’s breast through the cat’s dress.
Honey’s lips quirk into a smirk as she glances downward, watching those hands work upon her through her dress. “Well, you have the enthusiasm for it. I can give you that.”
Breezie’s eyes gleam at that, and she whirls the cat around, having Honey face her as she grips the fashionista’s arms. “Is that right? I had a feeling it was something like that. How exciting, I can offer you something… if you offer me that payment plan for your work.”
Honey’s eyes search Breezie’s for a moment. The hedgehog’s gaze is inscrutable, but her lips give her away. She bites them for a fraction of a second before returning them to her self-satisfied smirk. That stupid mouth, so smug, yet so soft. What a target.
Honey leans in, pressing her lips against Breezie’s. Their noses touch, and the two smoosh up against one another as Honey pops a leg back and puts her weight upon the hedgehog.
Breezie’s eyes widen as their lips meet, her grasp weakening for a moment, allowing Honey to reach and hold onto Breezie’s sides.
The hedgehog sighs, her eyes fluttering and closing. She melts into the kiss as she feels that connection—that intimacy—take her away.
When Honey pulls back, she licks her lips and giggles at the hedgehog. “Counteroffer—we have some fun, and you still pay in full upfront.”
Breezie scowls, squeezing Honey by the arms and furrowing her brow, but when she sees those lips, she can’t help but lick her own, scoff, and then pull her arms away, folding them over her chest. “Hmph, well, how about this: If, and only if, you impress me, I’ll consider paying you all upfront.”
Honey’s eyes flutter slightly as she sneers. “Did a virgin challenge a tournament fighter, Breezie?”
“I can assure you I’m far from a blushing wallflower!” says Breezie
“You’re on!” replies Honey.