I Think I Might Be Going (Nim)Batty

Chapters

Chapter 1: Enter the Voice Actor
Chapter 3: A New Town
Chapter 2: A New World

Chapter 1: Enter the Voice Actor

It had been a long few weeks. I know getting a job is important, but at this point I think my parents were going… well, a little overboard. Seriously, threatening to strike me from their will if I don't get a job is pretty Overkill. But, either way, here I was heading to an acting studio for my first interview. I had always been told I had a talent for voice acting. After all, when I can convincingly sound like female characters from games, like Fidget, when I'm just a dude in his late 20s, that's quite the talent.

That being said, I was a bit confused when I pulled up to an abandoned looking studio. It was like nobody paid any upkeep here. Parking here, I head in to find the guy who scheduled the interview. It didn't take long. All I had to do was follow the signs leading me to an office. Along the way, I noticed a lot of the studio was falling appart. Some doors were tilted due to rusted and broken hinges, a few floorboards were missing here and there, even the paint on the walls was decaying. Whoever owned this studio must have been in a bigger rush to get employees than he was to get the place fixed. Though as I carried on, I noticed there was an actual theatre further in. The theatre itself was also in a severe state of disrepair. Many of the chairs were either torn apart or just outright missing. The curtains looked like they had massive claw marks tearing through them, some parts even having a singged hole in them. It wasn't on one of the paths to the Director's office, so I cautiously carried on. I took a wild guess that it's not just voice actors this guy was looking for. He must want to run a full gig. Little bit of a red flag, honestly, though the state of disrepair the entire studio was in made it a little hard not to mark another red flag right then and there. But, I figured this was more of a long term project. Or I hoped so at least. These red flags were at least somewhat redeemable, but I didn't have all the information yet. I'll need to find out by talking to the Director.

Another notable feature was the dressing rooms. I was rather drawn to them, since they were the only immaculate part of the studio. Inside, I found a full body mirror. I decided to indulge in a little bit of vanity as I looked into it, double checking my appearance. I was androgynous as always, which was a major boon in my life. I was always able to pass off as either gender, depending on how I dressed. Although recently I've had to take extensive measures to get rid of my beard and any stubble. It ends up adding about half an hour every day to my morning routine. Annoying as it is, I'd much rather keep hold of my androgyny. Beyond my neutral appearance, today I had chosen to take a male appearance. So I was decked out in a suit and tie, with matching dress pants and shoes, all white.

When I finally got to the office, the door was open, but the man was writing at his desk. Being cautious to not frighten him, I just knocked on the open door. He looked up, a little alarmed, but composed himself quickly.

"Ah. Ash. I've been expecting you, please take a seat." He said, gesturing to the chair in front of him. I nod, drawing my phone out of my pocket and making sure my Demo Reels were loaded.

"Thank you, sir." I responded as I sat down. He shook my hand as I did. "If I may ask, what's with the state of the studio? Everything looks… Broken." I asked brazenly. He sighs in response, evidently having hoped I wouldn't bring it up.

"Yeah, it doesn't look good, does it? I uh… don't have the power to get it fixed right now. But! With your help, I can." He answered. I noted he seemed a bit eccentric. Good, I never did like robotic bosses.

"Alright… what is it you need, exactly?" I asked. I mean, I figured some people do equate money to power. He might be one of those people. It's no unforgivable sin, but at the very least it can be corrected. Not that it's my job to correct people.

"I'll need your consent for a number of things. I know you already signed the consent forms online, but I need to make double sure you know what you're getting into. Alright?" He put forth the forms I signed. Looking them over, they did indeed look like the forms I dealt with. One for 18+ acting, one where I signed what scenarios I'd be willing to participate in, and one where I filled out my personal information. Of course, it said that I'd come from Florida, moving all the way to California for this job. I also confirmed my age was, in fact, 25. As for the reason I wanted this job, I left it as vague as the night sky. I didn't want to sound like some jerk trying to get his parents to stop nagging. I nod.

"That looks about right, sir. I have read each of these forms." I let him know. He smiled at that, quickly moving on.

"Great. I see you've got some demo reels there. Feel free to play them, I want to see how you are." He said. More than a little reluctantly, I played the files. It was very awkward to sit through sharing a clip of me playing as two characters. One was Fidget, and the other was Amy Rose… the clip wasn't exactly 18+ but it was very suggestive. There were more clips, but I'd rather not get into describing them.

In the end, he seemed impressed. "Saucy. I like it. In that case, let's go ahead with the last bit. I am legally obligated to inform you that we have no coverage in the case of any unfortunate accidents, be it dismemberment, death, or any form of substance abuse, and will be hiring you with the understanding that you know how to take care of yourself and prevent such accidents from taking place."

A bit grim, but it got the point across. I could get hurt with this place in this state. I nod along. "Understood. I know how to patch myself up."

"Okay but do you know how to defend yourself?" He asked. That question raised a major red flag, and caught me off guard.

"Uh. Er… you don't even have security?" I asked, hoping to deflect the question while I think on it.

"Can't afford it. We have to be our own security." He told me solemnly. I sighed.

"Well I have swords at home, and a dagger, but I barely know how to use them." I said in response.

"Good enough. We can begin immediately. Go ahead and get yourself into the dressing room, I'll handle the paperwork." He told me. With that cue, I nodded and headed back to the dressing room. A few of the floorboards threatened to snap under my weight, but I was nimble enough to switch boards mid step. Thankfully, I made it to the dressing room without a scratch. I looked over the choices of costumes as I sat down in one of the many chairs available there.

Since I wasn't really given any instruction besides go here, I just sat and waited. A lot of the costumes here were of characters from various media. Among them, I could recognize the dusty figures of Dust, Fidget, Midna, Link, Zelda, Cadence from Crypt of the Necrodancer, and many more. Hell, there were so many characters here, I'd be surprised and more than a little disappointed if the Director didn't have a license for these characters.

Eventually, the Director comes to the dressing room. "Alright Ash, paperwork is squared away. Now let's see what role we can get you in." He says as he looks through the costumes. I stay seated as he does.

"Alright. Any plans?" I ask curiously. He holds up the Nimbat and Midna costumes.

"Well, I was wanting to do something involving a major crossover. Question is, what's your favorite flavor of protagonist? I'm thinking something like the sidekick taking a major solo role." He proposed. I smiled at that.

"Aw hell yeah. Midna got her spotlight, but Fidget really needed a stronger role than what she got." I remarked.

The director smiled. "Just what I was thinking. Here, go ahead and put the costume on. I know you only signed on as a voice actor, but you'll need it. You'll see what I mean." He said as he handed me the Nimbat costume. Taking it, I gave him a dubious look. Then I shrugged, and took a quick look around to find a private spot to dress up. There was another door on the far side of the room, though it was more like a gilded gate. The frame was immaculate as the rest of the dressing room, showing no signs of decay in the least. Not even rust. Headed through it, I closed it behind me and started to change into the costume.

There was something odd about how the costume felt. It breathed really well, so well, in fact that I could still feel the air on my skin when I had it on. The other odd thing I noticed was that the tail seemed to move like a live one. I didn't really get to reflect on that for long though. When I opened the door after putting the costume on, there was nothing but a wall of light on the other side. And because I had already started the momentum to walk out of the changing room, I walked right into it without warning. After that, the world faded into darkness before I had a chance to realize I was passing out.

I guess the next question is… what happens next?

Chapter 3: A New Town

The next morning, the sun woke me up bright and early. I was annoyed, until I remembered the absolutely delightful night I had last night. I looked myself over to double check if it was all a dream, and sighed in relief and joy when I saw I was still a Nimbat. I was tempted to play with my new body again, but then again, I was feeling awfully hungry. I realized I hadn't eaten at all yesterday… which definitely set off some alarm bells in my head. I needed to find civilization and come up with an act explaining my nudity, and hope some generous soul is willing to feed me. If I really wanted to, I could probably convince someone to adopt me as a pet… or just… be normal. Fucking hell, I'm way too kinky for my own good.

Yawning as I stood back up, I took a minute to "recalibrate" my wings and make sure I still had flight correct. Then, once I was certain everything was working as intended, I leaped off the tree branch and started flying. Except it was honestly more of a hover. Embarrassingly enough, I'd only figured out Hovering the other day. I suppose hovering and flying were two different things. Paying a bit more attention to my wings, I noticed I wasn't flapping as hard as I could. Maybe given more force, and a specific angle of my wings, I could give myself some serious forward momentum… I just needed to make sure my wings weren't picking up wind on the return wind up. Don't want to just flail uselessly, after all.

I hovered back up to the tree branch, settled down on it, and then dived off the branch to try and glide. I recalled how the glider in Ark: Survival Evolved worked, and made sure my wings withstood the winds. Being very light actually took a good amount of strain off them, but I still needed to be careful. I was still hungry and didn't have a lot of strength this morning due to that. Gliding made it much easier to handle flying while hungry. But eventually I got too low for comfort. Being careful not to crash, I tried giving my wings a mighty flap, aiming them down to push myself up. Thankfully, it seemed to work, so I folded my wings shut on their way back up, then opened them to give another flap. I repeated this as quickly and as strongly as I could, soon gaining quite a bit of height. Once I was comfortably high enough, I went back to gliding. I breathed a sigh of relief, before tensing up as my stomach complained at me about its emptiness. Thankfully this didn't knock me out of the sky, and I was glad I learned how to suppress my panic response at an early age. (Thank you, early days of stealing the Gameboy Color from my parent's closet!) I did my best to relax, but my flight was pretty stiff after that.

Eventually I found a cobblestone path in the woods, and cheered on my luck. I stopped myself in mid air by turning my glide upwards in mid air, then switched into hover mode. Excitedly, I looked down both directions of the road. Checking all my senses, scent included, I could swear I heard some kind of noise down the left path, but it wasn't the normal ambiance of the forest like birdsong and squeaking bunnies and squirrels. Instead, it sounded more like a large amount of footsteps. Eager to satisfy my hunger and curiosity, I switched back to glide mode and headed that way.

What I saw when I arrived at my destination, I was not prepared for. I saw a great number of things I recognized. Among them there were hedgehogs, wolves, rabbits, foxes, but most recognizable was the ponies. I stared as I stopped in a hover.

"What… the hell?" I muttered, taken by complete surprise. There were a lot of things to note here. Every creature here was built like one of the Sonic series anthropomorphs. Heck, you could mistake one of the foxes for Tails. Secondly, the ponies were also humanoid, making them less recognizable than usual, but the fact I saw Lyra Heartstrings first and foremost gave away where I was.

I need to clarify right now, I don't watch My Little Pony. I only know it existed because of the toy line. My sister was a fan of it at one point, and pointed out a lot of her favorite ponies. But beyond that, I never cared to follow the show. So to see ponies among sonic characters, naturally I was pretty shocked. But hunger pushed me onward, and I ventured into town. A few people looked at me as I hovered by. I nervously waved at them, but kept going in search of food. I had to eat so badly, I almost didn't notice a certain pink pony spot me and dart off somewhere else. But I did see her dart into what looked like a bakery of sorts. Said bakery looked like a giant gingerbread house with a cupcake hat. I eagerly flew toward it, wanting above all else to hope the bakery owners were generous enough to give me something to eat. It was a bit tricky to get the door open since I was so small, but with a decent push from my wings, I made it inside.

Inside was a wide assortment of baked goods on display at the counter. Behind the counter, I could see a particularly pink pony whipping up a frenzy in the kitchen. I saw her pause when her tail twitched, followed by her scratching her knee… then she turned to look at me. "Don't worry ma'am! I never let friends or potential friends go hungry! Just wait by the tables and I'll get something nice and filling to you in a jiffy!" She assured me. In shock still, I just silently did as told and sat on a table. Once I stopped flying, a strain on my body started relaxing. I guess it was just how it felt to push my limits, weakened as they were by hunger. The smells of the bakery caused my stomach to complain loudly enough, that it hastened what the pink pony was doing significantly. And she was already in a hurry as is.

Though as she worked and I sat, I started to look around at the shop. There were two sides to this store I just noticed. Not only was there a kitchen for a bakery, there was a large forge in the other half of the shop, surrounded by a number of weapons of every design I can think of. At the very least, this building was made using brick and mortar, so there's not a huge risk of it burning down.

Pinkie surprised me again when she set a plate of cupcakes down in front of me. It was only three cupcakes, but for a comparatively small person like me, that was a lot of cupcakes to swallow. I looked at her with a look of surprise clear on my face. She smiled at me.

"It's on the house. You're hungry and haven't brought any money with you. Can't just let you go hungry before you've even made any friends." She explained. I wasn't used to this level of kindness, so I was absolutely floored. Still in disbelief, I was hesitant to eat.

"Are you sure? There aren't any rules that would screw me here, are there?" I asked carefully.

"Nope! Trust me, I just hate seeing people unable to eat. As a matter of fact, all it'll take to pay me back is to make a delivery for me to one of my friends." She informed me. My ears folded back at that as I realized I just basically picked up my first mandatory quest of sorts.

"Sounds simple enough… Thank you." I said before taking a cupcake and starting to dig into it. The instant the flavor hit me, I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. In the immortal words of Guy Fieri, welcome to flavor town. I couldn't stop myself from ravenously devouring the cupcakes faster than a porn artist draws a new character reveal. Pinkie seemed to beam with pride.

By the time I finished, I felt really full. I knew being smaller made my stomach maybe not as big, but looking down at my stomach, I could SEE the cupcakes distending my belly. Needless to say, I was pretty shocked. Heck, this opened some opportunities for me, since this was an early sign to me that vore is a possibility in this world.

"So? How'd you like it?" Pinkie asked, breaking me out of my thoughts. I chuckled with admittedly a bit of a blush.

"I'm pretty sure actions speak louder than words. I mean… I don't have the words to describe how good that was." I answered. Pinkie giggle-snorts again.

"Alright, that makes sense. Anyway, it's nice to meet you! I'm Pinkie Pie. Sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier, but I tend to get wrapped up in my work." She said, holding out a hoof.

I give it a good old fist bump as I consider my own name. Ash can easily be genderbent to Ashley… so I'll use that. "Nice to meet you, Pinkie. I'm Ashley. I'm a bit of an adventurer myself, so I know what it's like to get wrapped up in your work. Sometimes I forget I need to sleep." I tell her, deciding to give my acting background a bit of work. No need to tell them I'm from another world.

Pinkie smirks at me in an understanding way. "Glad we can see eye to eye. Anyway, I've got a delivery to make today. I was working on a new axe for my friend Applejack. Turns out her last one got decayed when she used it on Timberwolves. Took me a while to figure out the material needed to get around that, but I think it should be good." She says as she goes to grab an axe from the blacksmith side of the shop. The metal of the axe looked dark, and it seemed to radiate a sense of darkness. I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at it. Something about it smelled cursed.

"Hey, let me take a look at that." I said as I started flying up to inspect the weapon. Pinkie looked at me curiously as I started feeling over it. The mere touch of it made my skin crawl. I looked up at her. "What is this made of?"

"Oh. It's made of a cursed metal called Sombium. I figured a good way to counter a weapon eater curse is with a curse of binding. So… sure, AJ can never set it down, but at least she can't lose the weapon now." She explained. I hummed to myself as I felt over the axe. A curse of binding? Clever.

"Sound reasoning, I suppose. Does this… Does Applejack know about that?" I asked cautiously. Pinkie nodded.

"Yeppers. It's always best to be upfront and honest with Applejack. She's a walking lie detector." Pinkie informed me. Somehow, I doubted that. But honesty was a good policy.

"I'll keep that in mind." I noted as I tucked the package away. Only when I finished doing so had I noticed that the thing I tucked it away in was a Bag of Holding. When did I get that? Had that always been there? Maybe it had enchantments against being noticed… I had to quickly shut down that line of thought though as Pinkie spoke up.

"Applejack is over on the far side of town. If you fly high enough, you should be able to see her apple orchard." Pinkie said. I smiled, nodding to acknowledge her. She continued. "Have fun in Socha City! Stay safe out there, my Nimbat friend~"

Socha City… so that's where I am. I gave Pinkie a warm smile, before heading outside. "Thanks! You too, Pinkie." With that, I started flying overhead, checking out the town from above. Already I noticed several landmarks in town. One seemed to be a carousel of sorts, repurposed into an armor smith's shop. Another was what I assumed was some Druid's tree-library. There was also some kind of factory that was full of liquid rainbows, clouds, and even ice. That last spot gave me some creepy vibes despite the friendly atmosphere around it.

Eventually as I looked around, I saw a field of apple trees on the far side of town. I started flying that way lethargically. Today was gonna be a good day, I could tell.

Chapter 2: A New World

I groaned as I felt a pulsing headache beating through my head. It was like I could feel my heartbeat going abnormally fast. Turning where I had passed out, I started trying to get up. Everything felt severely off balance, at least until I felt something in my lower spine area move to offset what I felt. I looked around through blurry vision to try and figure out where I'd woken up. Beneath me was tree bark. It looked like a very thick part of a tree, or at least thick enough for me to stand on it. Leaves above me shielded me from bright sunlight, though some rays still got through, making me shield my eyes with my hand. Just then, my vision came into focus, and I saw something unusual.

That's not my hand. Staring in disbelief, I looked at the white furred paw and the orange furred arm it was connected to. I traced it with my eyes back to my body. That's not my body. Cream fur on my belly greeted my sight. I didn't know how to react. I was an orange and cream fluff ball. Two appendages attached to my back flapped as I felt slightly faint, and fell to my knees. Looking back, I spotted a pair of orange wings, with cream let her membranes. They were like bat wings. Then I felt something twitch down below. That's not my dick. It wasn't even a dick to begin with. I had a pussy. Hell, knowing I was stark fucking naked made me concerned as hell. I thought I only put on a costume! Who knew it would end up like this?! The only thing keeping me from sheer panic was one thing.

I agreed to this. I had signed up for this. For being… Not me. But this was still a lot to take in. Waking up as a Nimbat was not on my list of things to be prepared for. Much less experiencing a sudden gender swap. Agreeing to this doesn't reduce the shock from it. As my eyes started exploring my body, I noticed a few more things. Attached to my waist by a string was a sword. It was rather small though, more like a nail. The other thing was my breasts. They were also small, easily just A-Cup relative to my size.

Taking the sword out of its sheethe, I examined how it felt. I'd wielded a real sword only once, when I was little. Not against anything, mind you. My dad had a collection of swords, both fake and real. I always admired them, wishing I could use them for once. Dad had a number of health problems preventing him from teaching me how to use them, but video games offered me a semi-second hand way to learn techniques.

I gripped the sword tightly. Knowing techniques and using them were two entirely different beasts. I knew that much at least. It would be naive and stupid of me to believe I actually knew how to use this sword despite never having used one for real. This sword seemed to be made purely with function in mind. There were no decorative notches or markings to say this sword was anything more than just a sword. It was a bit boring, but I guess it was up to me to make this sword my own. Other than the lack of decoration, I could tell this sword was of eastern influence. It wasn't your typical broadsword or Shortsword after all. It was curved, like a katana, easily invalidating the many Shortsword techniques I knew. I'll probably have to either learn katana moves or simply trade it in for a Shortsword. Assuming I even live that long.

Or… am I even in any danger? There was one more thing that was bugging me. The interviewer had asked me about consenting to being involved in adult content. Sure, I was naked and clearly fuckable to anything that looked at me funny, but it got me wondering… how would it be, as a girl? And who or what would it be with? I almost didn't want to think about it, but I had to. It was a very real possibility, especially considering what I had agreed to and where I had ended up.

...Now that I think about it, where did I even end up? As I look around, I can see I'm in a tree. There are lots of trees here. I glance at my wings again. ...Well. there's no better time to figure out how to use them. Let's get started. Then maybe I can figure out where the hell I ended up. Gradually, I sat there twitching my wings little by little, just trying to get used to the new muscles. Unlike my new tail that seemed to move on its own, my wings seemed like a much more involved muscle group. It'll take a while before flying is as easy as walking, but that's the goal. I won't settle for anything less.

Eventually I got enough control to start a circular motion with my wings. I first held them outstretched, to catch air underneath them as I thrust them down. Then, I folded them in as I rolled them back up to the top. From there, I slowly repeated the cycle. It was crude, but I could feel it would work. I might need a flight instructor to actually become proficient in flight. So to start off, I repeated my pattern but I made it just fast enough to lift me off the tree. With a good hover started, I began experimenting with how hard I flapped to both rise and gently descend so that I knew how not to crash. After that, I played with leaning and turning so I could strafe and turn. It was… a work in progress, but it worked. For now.

Once I was more comfortable with flying, I saw I'd worked till dusk. Sighing, I flew back to the branch I woke up on. It was going to be safer there than out in an unknown world where anything could be hostile.

As I lie down, I reflected on my earlier thoughts regarding my new sexual organs. Chances are, if I get fucked, I have no idea what could get me pregnant… but that idea alone, getting pregnant? Well, I may or may not have a kink for women with distended bellies… not fat, just filled with life. One way or another. I barely noticed when I started stroking my slit. I hadn't realized, but I had a habit of jerking off before bed at night. I guess it stayed with me even in this new body. I had to chuckle as I just gave in, starting to slide a finger in. I gasped at the sensation that followed. It was a lot stranger than I was used to. And for some reason, the invasive sensation made my new parts more sensitive than my old equipment. I'd reflexively removed my finger from my surprise, but… I was curious now. I had to find out what it felt like.

Exploring more of my new slit, I felt around until I felt a small nub. If the porn I read was accurate, this was probably my clit. Something some writers compare to a "little miniature penis" under the hood. To be honest, the comparison felt mostly accurate. It was definitely unique, but without that invasive feeling of my fingers in my new hole, it felt a lot like playing with a dick. Definitely pleasurable, if alien. But that got my mind running… how would it feel if I did both? That invasive feeling wasn't entirely unwelcome. I already messed around with sticking things inside me before as a guy. This couldn't be too different, could it?

I stuck my finger back inside my hole. A shiver ran up my spine as I felt how much wetter my pussy had gotten since I started messing around. This was a LOT more different than I expected. Still, at this point I was commited. I could feel a climax building on the metaphorical horizon, and I wanted it. I suppose that was one of my vices. If I didn't cum after I got horny, I'd get really grumpy. So I started rubbing around inside my pussy, trying to get myself worked up, and I used my thumb to put some pressure on my clit. This was just the right combo to force a moan out of my throat. I stopped in surprise as I realized what I just did. I had just moaned… normally I wasn't that sensitive, and I could always reach climax silently. This changes things… if I wanted to cum quietly from now on, I'm gonna need a gag.

Getting back on track, I shook that thought from my head. I'd have to find toys like that later. For now, it's time for cumming. I kept going on my pussy using my fingers for a little while longer. Moaning, while certainly a new experience for me, actually made the experience overall hotter. I could even feel my face flushing as I wondered if any nocturnal creatures could hear me. Luckily, nothing seemed to, or if it did, it wasn't brave enough to confront me about it. I was glad about that, as it let me masturbate uninterrupted.

Eventually, I finally reached that glorious climax told of in legends… and boy did it feel great. When I'd cum as a guy, it usually ended with a pulsing pressure in my head and a hot release feeling in my waist. As a girl, I could feel that hot release throughout my entire body, centered mostly on my waist, chest, and the base of my wings. This was an experience I wouldn't soon forget. The afterglow stayed with me, even as I let a wave of drowsiness settle over me, though a part of my mind was still alert for anything that demanded my attention. With nothing demanding my attention in the next minute I blissfully drifted off into sleep, letting my pussy soak the tree branch with the product of my orgasm.