One Helluva Ride

Chapter 1: 'Humble' Beginnings

          "That's a wrap!" Splice let out a sigh as they heard the director's voice, looking down at their co-star. ".. you okay?" Splice asked gently, their gaze fixated on the tied-up, latex-clad cherub beneath them. The cherub–a rabbit named Jack–smiled softly and nodded. "Yeah, don't worry. Not the most intense shoot we've done." He said in a somewhat teasing tone. Splice smiled and shook their head, untying the tiny cherub. "I know, I know. But it doesn't hurt to check up on you. The industry isn't kind to you guys." They explained.

          Jack brushed himself off and looked up at Splice. "They aren't much better to imps." He retorted. Splice let out a small chuckle. "I guess you're right." They replied as the two began walking toward their respective dressing rooms. "Good work today, Jack." Splice said as they opened the door to their dressing room. Jack stopped and looked back at them for a second. "You too." He said with a sheepish smile.

          It wasn't much longer until Splice had cleaned themself up and got changed. They stepped outside of the studio just in time to see a mysterious black car pull up. Splice's co-worker, Angel Dust, stepped out. He leaned on the door for a moment, blowing a kiss to whoever was inside. Splice figured this was another one of Angel's cash grabs–work he did on the side to fund his drug addiction. Angel Dust turned away and the car sped off. "Angie, hey!" Splice greeted with a smile.

          Angel Dust turned toward the sound, lighting up once he saw Splice. "Oh fuck, hey! You done for the day already?" He asked, somewhat surprised. Splice nodded. "For now, anyway. You never know with Valentino. I swear, that guy doesn't know how to give notice." Splice said with a playful chuckle. Angel chuckled along, his voice somewhat forced.

          "Yeah... Hey, how about you and I go out for drinks later? I've got a couple extra bucks." Angel Dust said with a wink. Splice grinned. "Sure. Just send me a text and I'll meet you wherever."

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          Splice joined Angel Dust for drinks at a popular bar that night. The two drank and chatted happily for a while. "Angel.. how much do you make on your little 'cash grabs'?" Splice asked, leaning on the table with their elbows. Angel shrugged. "Depends, but it's usually a lot. Creeps pay a lot for a body this good." He said as he cupped his cleavage with a confident smile. Splice nodded. "Makes sense.. do you make more than back at the studio?" They questioned, tilting their head in interest.

          Angel Dust seemed slightly confused by the sudden barrage of questions, but he was too drunk to care. "Sometimes. It's got its pros and cons, though." He said nonchalantly. Splice chuckled. "Really? I mean, it seems pretty great to me. Being freelance like that and all. Make your own hours, choose who you work with, set your pay.." They trailed off. Angel sat up, laughing a bit. "Easy there, tiger. It's a lot more complicated than that. You've gotta deal with a load of freaks!" He replied.

          Splice looked at Angel Dust with a knowing gaze. "Guess I'll need someone to show me the ropes, then~" They said with a playful grin, leaning toward Angel. He sighed as a smile unwillingly crept onto his face. "Fine.. but only if you're payin' for drinks tonight."

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          It wasn't much longer until Splice became well-known enough as a prostitute to quit doing porn altogether. They got a jump-start thanks to the help from Angel Dust and their popularity skyrocketed. Splice got clients from all around hell. Not just sinners and imps, but overlords and sex demons, too.

          Splice lounged around in their subpar apartment, sprawled across the couch. Their attention was grabbed as their phone rang. "You've reached Splice. How can I get you off this evening~?" They greeted playfully. They weren't sure if this person had actually called to order their services, but lip service was a good way to get clients. "Would you mind doing a house call? I'm in desperate need of a good dicking-down." The person on the other end of the line said. Her voice sounded familiar, but Splice couldn't quite place it.

          "Of course, sweetheart. When and where can I meet you?" Splice asked, absentmindedly glancing around their apartment. The mysterious client let out a chuckle. "I'm spending the night in a hotel nearby. I'll text you the address. Feel free to come as soon as you can~" She purred. Splice let out a hum of affirmation. "I'll be right there." They replied. They pulled themself off of their couch, making their way to the bedroom. "Good. I don't like to be kept waiting~" The client said in a voice somewhere between threatening and mischievous.

          Splice adjusted their appearance, making sure that they looked presentable. They made their way out of their apartment, walking through the dingy and dangerous streets of the Pride ring to the address that they had been texted. It wasn't long until Splice came across an expensive love hotel. They hummed in surprise, not expecting something so nice. They walked into the lobby, sending a quick text to their mystery client to let her know that they were there.

         "Splice, darling, you made it~!" An excited voice called. Splice looked over and felt their heart stop. "Cat got your tongue, dear~?" The client asked with a mischievous grin, leaning down toward Splice. They were unsure of how to react. They didn't expect their client to be a famous pop star. "What can I do for you, sweetheart?" Splice asked, managing to keep their composure. The client chuckled. "Oh, please.. don't be so cute. Call me Verosika." She said as her tail swayed seductively behind her.

          "Come on, I got us the V.I.P. suite," Verosika said, turning around with a cheeky wink. Splice followed after her, stepping into an elevator beside her. Verosika pressed a button and the elevator began to rise. "Tell me.. are the rumors true?" She suddenly asked. Splice looked up. ".. depends. Which rumors are you talking about?" They replied playfully.

          Verosika rolled her eyes. "Oh, don't play dumb with me. You know what I mean." She said with a chuckle, nudging Splice. "Do you have two dicks or not?" She asked. Splice felt a small sense of relief. It was just that rumor. "I do if you want me to~" They answered with a smirk. Splice had mastered the art of simple shapeshifting–minor things like cup size, genitalia, and proportions. The elevator doors opened. "Well, then, what are we waiting for? Let's get down to business~" Verosika purred, grabbing Splice by the collar of their shirt.

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          Splice woke up to the sound of a camera clicking. ".. photos are extra, sweetheart." They muttered groggily, slowly coming to their senses. They heard Verosika giggle. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself." She replied. Splice chuckled and sat up. "It's fine.. I'll just be sure to charge you the extra bit next time." They said with a grin. Verosika seemed amused. "What makes you so sure that there'll be a next time?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Splice looked Verosika up and down.

          "Trust me, I know there'll be a next time." Splice answered with a smug look. Verosika scoffed playfully. "Whatever you say~" She muttered. Splice chuckled and began to dress themself while Verosika sat on the edge of the bed and watched. ".. you gonna just keep staring, or are you going to help?" They asked teasingly. Verosika smiled. "Mm.. I think I'll just watch~"