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The brochure had said Bangkok was a city welcoming to strangers and tourists and that had drawn Jamie's interest as a vacation spot. The rainy season was winding down and the diminutive otter had hoped to catch the end of it. The crush of people which greeted him since he had first stepped out from the airport terminal had caught the boy by surprise, however. Being only 3' tall the otter found himself weaving through the crowd with eyes agog and the occasional shoe crunching down on his long tail, the bottom of it dragging along the sun-warmed pavement of the crowded sidewalk.

"Whoa, watch it!"

"Hey! Watch out!"

"That's my tail!"

The otter found his voice drowned out by the traffic that clogged the streets as thoroughly as the bodies before him made it difficult to make his way towards the hotel he had booked. Clouds hung heavily in the sky but there was no hint of rain to help diffuse the sticky humidity and heat radiating from the people around him; perhaps he should have gone to Ireland instead. Still, the boy pressed on and soon found his way to the hotel he had booked before leaving his home.

The hotel reared up into the smoggy air like a beacon to the boy, glass shimmering in the sunlight and steel framing a cold contrast to the smaller squat brick buildings around it. A large sign above the door read "Renaissance" and Jamie could only breath out a sigh of relief at the sight; his tail was bruised and though it was only four blocks from the terminal he felt like he'd made some ferocious trek through a treacherous frontier only to find an oasis at the end of it.

It was as he was checking in that he first noticed the man watching him from the seating area. The expansive hotel lobby didn't make it unreasonable that the man was simply waiting for something, perhaps taking a break from the heat or a guest waiting for his luggage to arrive from his room. Whatever it was the man seemed to have taken at least a passing interest in the otter and as he waited for the desk clerk to find time to check him in, the otter squirmed uncomfortably on his feet.

"Hello?" The voice shook Jamie from his thoughts and he looked up to see the desk clerk leaning over the counter and peering down at him. "Are you lost, kid?" The man's English was heavily accented and it took Jamie a moment to realize what he had just been asked.

"No!" he squeaked, "I'm checking in, and I'm not a kid. I'm nineteen!" The small otter frowned at the man's assumption, one he was used to dealing with given his size yet still unhappy to have to correct. The man looked unimpressed, raising an eyebrow before nodding faintly,

"Fine. And your name?" Jamie began to go through the motions of validating his reservation yet still the man from the seating area watched him; the weight of those eyes burned into the back of Jamie's skull as he scooped up his room key from the disbelieving man's open hand and turned to move towards the elevators. Finally, the orange furred Dhole in the seating area moved. As short as he was Jamie was no stranger from having to look up at others, but the wolf was bigger than most. As the otter made a beeline for the elevators he felt his stomach drop when the realization that he wouldn't make it struck him.

"Excuse me." The polite voice curled into Jamie's ears, verbally grabbing them and forcing the boy to turn to face the owner despite the trepidation he felt at the prospect. Looking up at the large male, having to lean back a bit to look him in the eye, Jamie found himself wilting slightly under the man's black gaze. "You look like a tourist, yes?" Once again the canine's thick accent caught the unworldly otter off-guard.

"Um. Yes. I just arrived." Despite his nervousness the otter felt no need to lie, he was safe in the lobby, wasn't he?"

"Oh, good! I am working for local television, yes? We are looking for English furs to help us make good business." The Dhole's muzzle split in a wide smile. The expression thoroughly disarmed the otter's worry, despite the flash of white teeth behind the wild dog's lips. "My card." The man's paw slid smoothly beneath the grey pin-striped suit jacket he wore, the loosely fit white dress shirt beneath it showing the beginnings of sweat in the growing heat of the day, and pulled a simple white card from an interior pocket. Jamie found it pushed into his hand before he could protest and the canine continued, "You come work for the day, very easy work. We take pictures of English otter and you help us in new advertising outside of Asia. Very much money for you, and for us."

Jamie listened to the Dhole intently as he looked over the card. It was inlaid with gold leaf and the boy couldn't help but be impressed by the almost regal appearance. "Kiet Mookjai" the card read.

"Um. I don't know, Mr..." the otter paused as he tried to figure out how to pronounce the man's name.

"Kiet" the Dhole stated bluntly, the smile not faltering on his lips. "You think about it, come see us at... here." Jamie flinched as the large canine reached towards him to tap what appeared to be an address in the top corner of the card. "Good day, h?nùm n?k." With that, the man turned and headed for the exit of the hotel, Jamie was left standing by the elevator with a look of confusion on his features that caused a young vixen walking by to giggle and draw a blush from the mustelid.

Two days passed before the otter found himself wondering about whether the man was serious or not. The boy's youthful naïveté soon overtook his common sense and he found himself hailing a cab and showing the driver the card. It was a short drive to the brown stone building which the otter hoped was the right address. The cab driver paid little attention to the boy's nervousness as he took the otter's money and shoo'ed him out of the cab. As the car pulled away Jamie turned and looked at the sign as though he could understand what it was saying.

"Ah, English n?k!" The familiar face of Kiet brought a surprising smile to Jamie's lips; it was the right place, it seemed. "Come, come. I show you to the studio." The Dhole waved Ket in through the non-descript doors which blended into the equally non-descript wall. The interior of the building reeked of success, however. Fine carpeting led down the entry hall with fine white trim bordering the steel grey painted walls. It looked like countless other halls in countless other business offices and the otter found himself relaxing at the sight.

"So what exactly will I be doing?" The otter looked up at the tall Dhole, nearly jogging as he tried to keep up with the long legs of the canine. Kiet did not look down as he answered, nodding to a uniformed guard standing in an enclosed niche near the end of the hall.

"Pictures, yes? Maybe video. Not much, little" the man assured hurriedly before finally looking down to offer the boy another wide smile. "You stand on set, we tell you what to do. You do, we pay, you enjoy Bangkok." Jamie simply nodded; it made sense to him at least, if you're going to advertise to westerners, show westerners enjoying the city! As they pushed their way through the second set of doors the office façade gave way to a large warehouse like studio set. Several backdrops hung throughout the area, each showing a different climate or location. "This is where we make video" explained Kiet as he waved a paw emphatically towards the bustling scene before the otter. "We go over there" he added, pointing towards a rainforest scene. Jamie followed the direction of his finger promptly, nervousness gone as the potential income this would generate overrode his own underdeveloped survival instincts.

The backdrop was in relief, some trees jutting out from it while others were simply painted on. From a distance it looked as though one could step into the forest and lose themselves amongst the tangled vines and jutting trunks of the trees. The foliage obscured the sides of the backdrop and in a still frame the otter was certain no-one could tell the difference; even he could forget that he was staring at a mixture of paint and moulded plastic.

"Stand in front, we test lights then start pictures, yes?" The Dhole was all smiles as he turned and began to speak to a pair of cameramen who had approached once the otter had stepped in front of the backdrop. Though Jamie couldn't understand what they were saying, Thai hardly an easy language to guess the intent of, he could pick out the body language. Both of the cameramen seemed apprehensive to start but soon gave way to the Dhole's demands, nodding and hefting their cameras onto their broad shoulders. "Okay, Okay, stand now, n?k!" Jamie obliged the man and turned to face the cameras, blushing slightly to start, unused to the hollow stare of the lenses as they focused on him.

"Good. Now, turn, like you are looking into forest, yes?" Once again Jamie obliged.

This continued for several minutes. Kiet shouted instructions, Jamie followed them, and the cameramen watched quietly as their cameras whirred softly beneath the din of the ordered chaos which filled the studio. The poses seemed to portray the actions of someone who had gotten lost in the jungle, and though the young otter couldn't understand how this would help sell tourists on Bangkok as a destination, he saw no reason to question them.

The nerves that had gripped the otter earlier only began to surface when he spotted the growing smile on Kiet's muzzle; was he really doing a promo for a production company?

"ng?!" shouted the Dhole and a sudden weight fell atop the pint-sized otterboy. It felt as though someone had dropped an entire coil of rope atop him, but it was slimy, and much to Jamie's horror it was moving! The cameramen moved back, the cameras still leering at the boy as he struggled under the oppressive weight of whatever had been dropped on him. Once he'd gathered himself enough the otter could only scream at the sight of the arrowhead-shaped face staring at him, its tongue flickering out hungrily as it scented the air. "h??? t?h??y th?" Kiet added hastily as the cameramen continued to look apprehensively at the Dhole.

Jamie had no idea what the man was saying, nor did he care at this point, the body of the massive ten foot snake squeezed its way into loops around Jamie's writhing body. He could feel the slick scales of the constrictor glide over his fur as it positioned itself. Nobody came to help him and Kiet was still just watching as the creature readied itself to constrict the helpless otter. As small as he was, Jamie found himself buckling under the weight of the serpent, sinking to his knees as its continued weight on his shoulders finally overcame his short legs.

"Help!" squealed the otter, a paw reaching out towards the grinning Kiet, who did nothing but wave the otter off. A stabbing pain in his neck brought a fresh scream from the boy. The constrictor paid little mind to the otter's struggles as it sank its teeth into his flesh, using the otter's neck as a grip while it finished positioning its coils around his thin frame. Once it had him where it wanted him, the snake began to constrict the air from Jamie's body.; it was an odd sensation at first, like getting a hug from his grandmother. As the seconds passed, however, the sensation grew more painful and the otter found his body reacting appropriately. Little heated pants of breath escaped the boy's lips, his long thick tail beating against the ground as he struggled. Still, the snake paid little mind, its body slithering over him as it continued to tighten its grip.

"Hrrrrak" rasped out the mustelid as he felt his face redden, blood from his body being pushed into his extremities by the increasingly vice-like squeezing of the large predator. Still on his knees the otter felt heat rushing through his entire form, dim stars exploding in the peripheral of his vision. Despite all this, however, he was also acutely aware of his cock hardening between his thighs, rubbing against the scales of the serpent as it did its best to secure a meal of English Otter. His traitorous body, either reacting to the blood being redistributed in his body, or simply the adrenaline pumping through those same veins, had reacted the only way it could. Jamie's tongue lolled from his muzzle as his cheeks darkened further and his breath became harder to find.

The snake released the otter's throat once it was sure it had him subdued. Its gaping maw opened above the dazed boy's head and before the otter could register what was happening, it came down atop him. His ears were lost in sticky warmth as the hungry predator engulfed them, its jaws distending as they dislocated in order to fit the large meal. Another firm squeeze of the snake's coils drew a raspy whimper from Jamie as he felt his ribs cracking under the strain, drawn onto his back by the shifting weight that surrounded him. The boy was already only half-conscious by the time the predator began to devour him, those jaws moving slowly as the girth of the creature forced his body upwards like toothpaste being squeezed from a tube.

"Graaaauch..." moaned the helpless boy. His arms were pinned to his sides and there was nothing he could do but watch dazedly as the jaws of the snake slid down over his eyes and muzzle. Still, despite his situation, the otter's cock throbbed and ached with a different kind of pressure. As though it sensed that this might be its last chance, the boy's cock had grown to full length amongst the coils of the snake and each move the predator made only served to stroke and rub the sensitive meat. More of the otter vanished into the ravenous maw of the snake, those voracious jaws having no trouble slipping around the small otter's features until his whole head was little more than a lump in the creature's throat; still, the cameras watched.

The softening contractions of the snake's muscles helped pull the otter deeper into its body while its maw slid down over his neck and bumped against his shoulders. The coils seemed to almost lift the boy upwards slightly, holding him above the ground as his groggy cries continued to reverberate through the length of the snake's body. Kiet could only watch in pleasure at what a show the snake was giving the cameras, his own cock rigid in his khaki pants; this was going to be a bestseller for sure. For the little otter, however, his thoughts had been reduced to a droning sense of impending doom. Fear had paralyzed him as thoroughly as the constricting snake's powerful grip on his weakening body. It wasn't until those toothless lips had found their way to Jamie's chest that he began to move again. Grating pain seared through him as his broken ribs, and what must have been a fracture in his arm, ground against his soft insides as he moved but the boy was beyond reacting to such simple pain.

He rutted slightly, arching his hips into the coils, as if it would somehow help him escape what amounted to a certain end in the snake's belly, and regardless of his intent the boy's addled plan only caused him to moan out heatedly into the sucking wet warmth of the constrictor's insides. His air was already short and the simple sound emptied his battered lungs entirely; the otter was on the verge of passing out by the time the snake had reached the trim expanse of his furred belly and only the aching need of his dick kept the boy from simply giving up. Pre-cum dribbled liberally down the underside of the boy's entrapped shaft, he was distantly aware of a dampness on his balls from the leaking fluids but the stars in his vision had grown larger and more pronounced; the otter could swear he saw entire galaxies. Music. What a strange shape. What was he going to do today? Oh. What a pretty bird! As the otter's thoughts drifted into nonsense in the last moments of his life, he came.

The boy didn't just cum, just as Niagara Falls was not just a waterfall; when the boy's climax hit, the built up pressure from the snake's coils squeezed his seed from him in an impressive geyser of pearlescent cream that arched from his cocktip and sprayed against the scales that bound his lower body. Kiet clapped at the sight, that orgasm guaranteed to at least double his sales when this video went live. For Jamie, however, it was simply a final rush of sensation before his still-spurting cock was pushed flat and devoured by the snake. Finally, darkness took him and the boy passed out for a final time as the snake's mouth brushed over his cum-stained thighs.

The snake continued even once the otter-shaped lump in its bodies had stopped making noises. A trickle of cum ran down the side of its head but for the snake it was business as usual. It swallowed up the delightfully unique tasting otter's thighs and knees, lidless eyes staring forward as more of its coils slipped away from the limp legs of its prey. Shins slid into its gullet like a pair of bruised spaghetti noodles, the snake hungrily seeking out the boy's bare feet and closing its jaws around them in one last anti-climatic farewell to its lunch. Only Jamie's tail hung from the snake's lips now and as the cameramen moved in cautiously for a better angle on the final shots of the short show. It had only taken twenty minutes for the otter to vanish into the snake, and as that unusually long tail slid into the snake, Kiet simply stroked over his own khaki-clad crotch and waited patiently for the otter's tailtip to vanish.

Once Jamie was gone the Dhole got back to work immediately. The cameras were ordered to step back and the snake wrangler was ordered in to lure the snake off of the set. The snake obliged, well trained by the frequent feedings it was provided by the strange people that surrounded it.

The final shots were taken of the bulging snake's exit from the set, slithering away to digest its latest meal and only the otter-shaped lump slipping further down its body the only sign of Jamie. Once the snake was gone, not even that remained as a reminder of the boy. Kiet turned and looked to the cameramen, both of them still looking unsure but obediently filming until he ordered them to stop.

The cops wouldn't worry too much about a single tourist going missing in a city of eight million people and even if they did there was nothing to connect the otter to his studio. As Kiet turned and walked towards his office he stopped at a monitor showing the exterior of the building. The sight of a tall cheetah woman stepping out of a cab brought that predatory smile to his lips, ah yes, another fledging starlet looking for her big break. The Dhole smoothed out his headfur and readied himself to greet her, the audience demanded new material and the canine was only too happy to provide it.