# One Night in Bangkok

Author: danath
Tags: Female, Human, Male, Otter, Panther, Prostitution, Straight, Transformation, Wereotter, werepanther

Ray the werepanther has a sever case of blue balls. Fortunately, he's in Bangkok, where his fellow therianthropes are more than willing to help him out - for a price...

One Night in Bangkok

By Danath  
www.danath.com

Ray and Phailin are © RayOElGatubelo   
([http://www.furaffinity.net/user/rayoelgatubelo/](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/rayoelgatubelo/))

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Ray blinked at the bright light of the Thailand sun as he   
stepped out of the tall, modern office building and onto the   
swarming sidewalk. People rushed by in both directions, many   
on bikes, and the honking and screeching from the packed   
roadways filled his ears. The Hispanic male took a firm grip   
on his satchel bag, mindful of how easy it was to lose a bag   
on the crowded streets of Bangkok.

He turned left and headed for his hotel. Ray had an average   
build, but fit, with black hair and black eyes. His olive   
complexion took on a sheen of sweat in the late afternoon   
heat. By the time he reached his room, his button-up shirt   
was soaked with sweat. He tossed his black suit coat onto   
the bed and stripped down before taking a refreshingly cold   
shower.

The translating job brought him to Bangkok for the weekend,   
but the company he was contracted to arranged a fine hotel   
with all the amenities. He considered taking a swim in the   
hotel pool later as he toweled his hair dry. His small   
four-inch cock, however, gave a little throb and he sighed.   
He hadn't been laid in weeks, which was a problem for   
therianthropes like him. Their unusually active sex drives   
called for attention on a regular basis.

Ray was a bit of a ladies' man, though, and thanks to his   
globe-trotting job as a translator of nearly a dozen major   
languages and three minor ones, he had regular hookups   
nearly everywhere on the globe in the therianthrope   
community. Thailand was new to him, however, as he'd never   
spent more than a day in the country previously.

He flopped, still naked and damp, onto the large queen-sized   
bed in his hotel room and pulled his laptop from his   
messenger satchel. His cock hardened up as he browsed to the   
secret forums his kind used. Were-people from the world over   
were united by the internet more than ever, a blessing for   
males like him in need of a good night out.

The Thailand forum was, predictably, filled with a lot of   
information about the country and the spots the   
therianthropes liked to hang out. He smiled when he realized   
his hotel was listed as a good cruising spot to meet others   
like himself, though he was always a bit paranoid about   
being discovered.

Ray toyed with the platinum chain around his neck, the only   
visual evidence of his curse. He had to wear it at all times   
to prevent himself from randomly changing into a   
werepanther, though he could, with the chain on, do so at   
will.

As he relaxed on his bed on his belly, he clicked a few more   
discussion threads, reading the responses about the city's   
hotspots. Horny as he was, as tired after a long day of   
translating boring business meetings, the Hispanic male   
didn't notice as a long, black tail slowly grew out of his   
tailbone and weaved in the air above him. The length was   
covered in fine black fur, except for the white tip. It   
wasn't until his tail stroked across his leg that he   
realized he'd been partially transforming himself.

Scolding words followed as he focused. The tail disappeared   
in a few moments and he let out a sigh. It wouldn't do to   
have a cleaning lady walk in on him with a tail. Long days   
of translating took their toll on his focus.

He returned his attention to the forums and looked for some   
place nearby where he could find someone to spend the night   
with. One club in particular caught his attention. Billed as   
clean, small, and friendly to foreigners, Ray copied the   
address down into his phone and loaded it up on the map. It   
was only a few miles away, just outside of the red light   
district.

Ray smiled and got dressed, pulling on a pair of light green   
boxers, some blue jeans, and a loose button-shirt. He   
considered tucking the blue shirt in, but decided to go more   
casual, and left it hanging out. He undid the top three   
buttons as well, showing off his platinum chain and smooth,   
semi-muscular chest.

A small three-wheeled taxi took him to his destination for a   
few dollars from the per diem the company left for him. The   
club, named "Creatures of the Night," appropriately enough,   
had a large red neon sign above a black door. It was set in   
the middle of a poorly-traveled alleyway. Ray nodded at a   
few people leaning against the walls near the doors,   
recognizing in them the tell-tale signs of lycanthropes and   
other were-creatures.

The inside of the club wasn't as clean as promised, but the   
smell was good. The front of the bar was very tiny, with no   
more than a half-dozen seats at the bar and four small   
tables arranged around it. The bartender regarded him with a   
hostile glance until, when Ray sat down at the bar, his   
platinum chain glinted under his shirt. Recognition dawned,   
and, speaking in Thai, the Asian bartender pointed him   
towards a red door in the back.

"I'll buzz you through," he said, motioning him away from   
the bar. "This bar is not open."

Ray nodded and smiled. Many therianthropic establishments   
had a secret location somewhere on the premises. He walked   
to the door and, after a moment, heard the lock click with a   
faint buzz. He stepped through and into the adjoining   
facility.

It was much cleaner and much grander. Plush red velvet lined   
the walls and a silver chandelier hung from the ceiling,   
casting a pale glow over the long runway extending into the   
middle of the room. Black leather booths lined the walls and   
tables sat in the open near the stage. Dance music played on   
the speakers.

A mix of humans and weres sat around drinking and   
conversing. Many were Thai, though Ray spotted a couple   
foreigners like himself among the crowd. The bar, on the far   
side of the room, was well lit, and Ray took a seat on one   
end.

The bartender was an attractive canine were. She wore a   
tight miniskirt and high heels that hugged her ample chest.   
Shiny black fur spilled out over the hemlines as she smiled   
at Ray and set a coaster down in front of him.

"English?" she asked.

He shrugged and responded in perfect Thai. "Thai is fine.   
I'm a translator," he said, smiling.

"Ah, very good!" the canine said, showing off some long rows   
of white teeth. Her up-curved tail wagged from under the   
back of her dress, which hugged her rump quite well. Ray   
tried not to stare, but already he could feel his erection   
returning.

"Just a beer, please," Ray said, handing her a note.

"Coming up!"

She turned and, to Ray's eyes, put a little swing into her   
steps, causing her booty to sway seductively. Ray decided   
he'd definitely tip her well.

A skinny, lanky equine sat a few seats down from Ray at the   
bar next to a blonde human woman. They kissed and nibbled   
each other occasionally. Ray looked away, not wanting to   
stare as he realized the woman's hand was moving in her   
partner's lap.

He was given a distraction by the stage lights, which turned   
down low. The music changed to something slower and Ray   
turned on his stool to watch the show. Behind him, the   
bartender set down his beer.

"You like the girls, huh?" she said to him.

Ray turned and grinned. "What can I say?" He lifted the beer   
and drank a good half of it, smacking his lips as the   
carbonation burned his throat. "That tastes great, thank   
you!"

"You're welcome! You need another... or perhaps something   
else... you let me know, okay?"

The canine winked at him and Ray smiled. Well, his worries   
about finding a partner for the night were over, at least,   
unless she was just working him for tips. Which was, he   
thought, probably more likely. Still...

On stage, a Thai girl in a skimpy bikini walked onto stage,   
twisting and contorting her hips. Ray shifted on his stool   
when he saw fur sprout along her arms and legs. The white   
fuzz grew in thickly as she danced, rubbed herself, bent   
over and shook her hips and the wispy white tail that formed   
above her plump bottom. A few members of the audience   
whooped as the human transformed into a rabbit during her   
striptease. Ray shivered, cock hard at the sight. He loved   
watching women transform. Many therianthropes didn't care   
one way or another, but to Ray, it was incredibly seductive.

He found himself staring, mouth hanging open, as the woman's   
human features morphed. Her button nose was replaced by a   
pair of quivering pink nostrils and her front teeth   
enlarged. She sucked on her fingers as her ears shifted to   
the top of her head, growing long and straight.

He didn't even notice when she lost her top and cupped her   
breasts; he was focusing on her changing legs, which twisted   
and cracked with the ease of a familiar transformation. The   
already long, lean limbs lengthened, thickening especially   
around her thighs with additional muscle under all that   
fluffy white fur. Ray licked his lips and turned back to the   
bar, shivering as his small cock throbbed in his jeans. He   
drank the rest of his beer in a single gulp and motioned for   
the bartender to bring him another.

Instead of the attractive canine, a Thai woman appeared and   
dropped a fresh beer for him. He handed her another note.

"Keep the change," he said.

"You here on business?" she asked, pocketing the bill.

"Yeah... just for the weekend."

The woman leaned over. Her full, red lips spread open a bit   
as she stared at Ray, the ghost of a smile on her lips. She   
had a large butterfly tattoo around her right eye, like a   
perpetual shadow. Combined with her spring-green eyeliner,   
it amplified her exotic physique.

"Mai said you looked pretty lonely," she whispered. She was   
standing on her toes, bent over the bar, arms crossed   
underneath her, showing off her breasts, which were wrapped   
up in a white tube top. Her brown skin glistened. "She told   
me maybe I ought to come over and see how lonely you were."

Ray grinned and took a sip of beer. He was liking Thailand.

"Matter of fact... I am a little lonely," he said. He tried   
not to squirm too much as his aching cock throbbed in his   
pants. "Think you might be able to help me with that?"

"I think we can come up with some kind of arrangement," the   
barmaid said, standing up straight. She lifted her hands to   
her head and pulled a bobby pin out, allowing her long dark   
hair to cascade around her narrow face. She smiled at Ray   
after shaking her hair into place.

"Meet me outside in ten minutes," she said. "Enjoy your   
beer."

Ray grinned and took his time with his drink, turning back   
to the stage when the mysterious woman disappeared into the   
back of the bar. The rabbit was on her back, paws on her   
belly, slowly humping the air. Even in his human form, Ray   
could smell the heat coming from her loins and shivered with   
arousal. Thailand was not a good place to be lonely.   
Fortunately, it looked like his problem was about to be   
solved.

He was outside in the alley twelve minutes later. The woman   
waiting for him, so he offered her his arm and she took it,   
leaning into him as they walked.

"I'm Phailin," she said, stroking her fingers down his arm.   
"What's yours?"

"Moribeseth. But you can call me Ray."

Phailin paused, right eyebrow rising as she considered his   
were-name. Then she smiled and slipped her hand over his   
belly. "Well, Ray, I hope I can make you feel less lonely.   
Bangkok is the city of love, after all," she said, smiling   
up at him. "It's $300 for the night."

Ray nodded. "Done." At this point, he'd have paid twice that   
for this beautiful creature. His arm slipped around her   
hips, holding the smooth skin of her bare side in his palm.

Therianthropes had a thriving sex industry in most major   
cities. They couldn't have sex with regular humans without   
changing them into therianthropes as well. If discovered,   
the consequences were severe, often decades of imprisonment   
and confinement. An active trade not only helped   
therianthropes find steady income, it prevented "accidents".

"Where are we going?" Ray asked, slipping his palm down to   
cup the woman's tight ass.

"A place I know where a couple of animals won't be   
disturbed."

Phailin's words thrilled Ray and he coughed as he stuck his   
hand in his pants to hide his erection. He was short and   
small down there in his human form, so he preferred being   
able to change into his werepanther body. Trouble was, you   
didn't want to get caught in a compromising situation while   
transformed. Too many awkward questions.

He was still surprised, however, when their destination came   
into view. A few blocks from the club was a zoo, of all   
places, and Phailin motioned for him to follow as she easily   
scaled a wrought-iron fence and dropped inside. Ray grinned   
and jumped onto the fence, clambered over easily, and   
followed her down the path around the enclosures.

"A couple of animals won't be noticed here, huh?" he asked,   
catching up to her and slipping his hand down the back of   
her tight shorts. He squeezed her plump bottom and she   
giggled.

"We'll be all alone here... the zoo is closed and the keepers   
all leave by now. Here, follow me..."

Ray followed Phailin into a copse of tall bamboo trees just   
off the path. The ground was smooth with fresh grass. He   
could smell the zoo around them as Phailin pushed him onto   
his back and straddled his hips.

"What do you like?" she asked, grinding herself into his   
crotch. "I want to make you happy..."

Ray grunted as she pressed against his small erection. He   
reached for her and cupped her chest as their mouths met for   
a hungry kiss. He pushed his tongue into her mouth as he   
fondled her breasts and pushed her top down around her hips.   
His thumbs teased her nipples and she groaned into the kiss,   
hips still rolling against him.

Ray knew what he liked, however, and he rolled over, pinning   
Phailin beneath him. She stretched out her neck as he   
pressed his lips to her throat and kissed his way up to her   
chin, then back down to her chest. His fingers undid her   
shorts and pulled them down her limber thighs as he licked   
at her belly. She moaned and clutched at his hair as his   
mouth covered her mound. Her heavy gasps echoed through the   
warm, damp air as Ray's tongue worked inside her.

He lifted his head after a few moments and grinned at her.   
She was wet now, moaning and eager, and he wiped his mouth   
on the back of his hand.

"I want to watch you change," he said. "But slowly..."

Phailin smiled and nodded. She knew Ray's type - they liked   
the transformation. It got them off, and she'd done it for a   
few other males. She focused - difficult to do when Ray's   
face disappeared between her thighs again - and gasped with   
need. Her fingers curled into the back of his head and she   
shivered as golden fur slowly grew in around her thighs.   
Ray's fingers tightened on her legs as he felt the fuzz and   
he lifted his mouth again, jaw open as he watched.

Phailin twisted her hips, putting a bit of acting into it as   
the golden fur spread over her thighs. Behind her, a broad   
tail slapped against the grass. More features of her otter   
wereform came into being as she writhed under the Hispanic   
male.

Ray grunted and reached for himself, rearranging his cock   
inside his pants again. He stroked her thighs tenderly,   
feeling the transition occurring under his palms. He pressed   
his fingers into her smooth, dark skin, and dragged them   
upwards, into the rapidly lengthening golden fur. The dark   
black pubic thatch shifted, lightening in color, as the   
changes spread north. Ray shuddered as she reached for him   
and unbuttoned his shirt. She pressed her hands against his   
chest and he felt animal-like pads on her palms, stroking   
and caressing his bare skin.

Her hands changed and he lifted them to his mouth, kissing   
and sucking on her fingers as they transformed. Her fur was   
green here, as it was from the elbows down. It was a nice   
contrast to the gold of the rest of her body and, looking   
down, he saw her lower legs were covered in the same light   
green shade. Webbing grew in between the fingers, which he   
pressed against his lips. Her furry paws spread wide,   
letting him lick and tease all he liked.

Phailin gasped when his hands went to her chest. She focused   
there next, growing in the thick golden pelt to cover her   
bare, smooth skin. Ray leaned down to lick her nipples,   
tease her teats, as she wriggled beneath him.

"I want you inside me," Phailin gasped, grasping at the back   
of his head as his tongue flicked over her nipples.

She helped him out of his pants and slid her palm against   
his lower belly before grasping his shaft in her smooth,   
furry paw pads. He was small, but she knew many   
therianthropes gained a lot after transforming. One of the   
trade-offs of their kind. Her own breasts had gone up a cup   
size during her shift, though the change wasn't as dramatic   
as most.

She spread her legs around Ray's thighs as the human pressed   
against her body. Her face was still human and, as he   
pressed inside, she kissed him, rubbing her paws against his   
back and head as their tongues met. He moaned into her lips   
as he felt her whiskers grow and shuddered. His hips lurched   
forward, pushing all four inches inside. She moaned, more   
for show than for the pleasure it gave her. She preferred,   
at this point, his tongue, though he was the customer, so   
she didn't say anything.

Her short muzzle formed as she kissed him and soon he was   
sucking on her tiny pink tongue. His eyes opened and she   
smiled as she realized they were different than before.   
Whereas he had a pair of cute black eyes, now one was   
silver, the other gold. Something sharp tickled down her   
sides - his claws. His hips pushed in slowly, withdrew,   
pumped in again. He stared at her face, breathing hard,   
moaning, sweating on top of her, as she wrapped her legs   
around him and slapped his ass with her broad otter tail.

Ray's throat constricted and a loud growl pushed past his   
lips, which he drew back, revealing sharp white fangs rather   
than normal human teeth. As his hips pushed against her, she   
felt him growing in size and let out a real, honest groan.   
Feline features grew in over his face - his jaw thickened   
and his nose spread wider, turning deep black at the center.   
Black fur filled in across his light brown skin and his ears   
migrated up his face, leaving a trail of black fuzz behind   
them.

The werepanther meant to transform slowly, but he found his   
control slipping as he stared at her golden fur. The black   
tattoo was white, now, perfectly shaped against her golden   
fur. Her green eyeliner survived the transition as well. Ray   
grunted, hips thrusting harder, and grasped at her chest,   
massaging her breasts roughly, the need rising inside him.

The wereotter shuddered when she felt his cock continue to   
thicken. His chest and back broadened as well and her blunt   
fingers dug into his shoulders, holding him down against   
her. She could feel his pelt fill in under her paws and they   
moaned in unison when the first of his feline barbs tickled   
against her inner walls.

Loud, deep rumbles of pleasure filled the air as the   
transforming human took on more and more features of his   
panther form. His platinum chain scraped against Phailin's   
upper chest as his hard belly pushed against her. She   
reached down and cupped his bottom, pulling him more   
forcefully inside. Feline growls met that action and his   
grip around her golden hips tightened. Their muzzles met as   
he humped her harder, more firmly. His cock continued to   
grow and lengthen with every thrust, until she could feel   
all ten thick inches penetrating her. She moaned and lifted   
her hips, green feet and paws twitching every time he slid   
inside.

More barbs formed along his length, teasing her insides   
relentlessly. Her eyes went wide as she climaxed   
unexpectedly and clutched the panther's neck, gasping into   
his ears.

He grunted and rolled, carrying her with him, until he was   
on his backside. The last patches of smooth human skin were   
disappearing under his thick black pelt as she watched,   
palms down against his muscular new figure. He was broader,   
heavier, built more like a football player than an office   
worker now. She knelt, knees to the sides of his belly, and   
bounced her hips over his length, hands clutching at his   
chest. His paws, large and black-furred, groped at her   
chest. He snarled as she clenched around him, sending bolts   
of lust through him. The final patch of bare skin   
disappeared, covered by a bit of white fur, the only bit in   
the sea of black across his body.

His long tail slipped around hers, twisting and twining with   
all the flexibility a feline appendage could offer. The   
white tip brushed against her golden fur as they pushed   
together.

Ray hadn't been with anyone like this in a long time.   
Phailin was incredible, both in human and therianthropic   
form. She was so tight, hot, wet, and willing to transform   
for him. He licked his black lips, ears twitching as he   
listened to her soft cries. Her heat radiated around his   
barbed shaft as he pumped up into her, getting closer by the   
moment. She climaxed again and her juices ran down his inner   
thighs, releasing her powerful scent into the air, urging   
Ray to pump even harder.

He sat up, arms going around her lower back, clutching her   
chest to his. Their muzzles met one final time, kissing and   
licking, black on gold, legs and arms mixing, scents   
everywhere, a fury of thrusting and moaning. Ray ground   
inside, stiffening as he felt his release. His ten-inch   
shaft throbbed deep inside the otter and he huffed, moaning   
against her cheek, eyes shut tight. Her paws stroked his   
neck and back as she felt him cum inside her; he tensed up,   
clutching at her, holding her tight, motionless, as his   
pent-up seed released.

He held her like that for several minutes, occasionally   
gasping or twitching as she moved her hips teasingly. Her   
paws stroked his face and she smiled.

"You really needed that, didn't you?" she asked. He'd been   
good, she had to admit - she hadn't needed to fake those   
orgasms.

"I did... thank you, Phailin," he said, voice dropping to a   
contented purr.

Ray lay on his back, pulling the otter with him, so that she   
lay on his broad chest. His thick erection softened, pulling   
free of her body slowly, each barb gingerly scraping along   
her sensitive walls, until it flopped out and withdrew into   
his sheath. A trickle of cum leaked from Phailin's wet pussy   
as she shifted, a moan of desire echoing from her small   
muzzle to Ray's ears. A very nearly, for the Thai   
prostitute, authentic moan. She'd enjoyed herself.

Ray kissed her forehead, then her right eye, tracing the   
outline of her white butterfly with his rough tongue.   
Phailin was incredible. She'd been into it, too, more than   
most of the girls he'd hired in the past. His claws tickled   
her thighs, making her squirm.

"Phailin... I want to see you again," he murmured, catching   
her lower lip in his teeth.

Phailin smiled. It was always nice to know she'd hooked a   
male, and Ray was definitely hooked...

Fin

 

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