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Watching the building from the roof opposite Russet frowned as he considered the vent panels, chimneys and ventilation ducts that criss crossed the roof. The polecat's vision was filled with a shimmer of yellow lights that bracketed the three potential entry points to Kyrio's new raptor den.

The polecat was curious to see the inside, especially since Nall had gone inside the day before and not come back out. Pulling his red cloak tighter around his shoulders Russet scanned his eyes down the building. The visual overlay from his stealth and tactic programme formatting additional entry and exit points. Windows and balcony doors where assigned priorities in his exit list as his system married up physical points with the blueprints he'd pulled from city hall.

It wouldn't be perfect, the building had just been renovated, small changes to the published plans were bound to have crept in during the building work. Satisfied that he has a coherent plan Russet activated his infiltration suite and ordered his clothes to reformat themselves.

The black and silver polecat's cloak flowed around his limbs, clinging like a second skin, the hood contracted around his head. His knee length checkered tunic darkened in hue, merging with the shifting fabric of the cloak. His outfit spilled across his fur like liquid, engulfing his hands, feet and legs in a skin tight layer of heat dampening, light absorbing cloth. The contracting hood slid across his muzzle, forming a breathing tube around his mouth and nostrils. The fabric even closed over his eyes, visual senses, auditory senses everything he might need now channelled through the suit fabric directly to his mind.

Wrapped in obscurity Russet dropped to all fours and scampered forward onto the wire that ran from his vantage point to the telegraph pole. His feet adhered to the wire easily as he scampered, paws moving rapidly to carry him across. From the top of the pole the polecat scurried up the wire that led to the roof of the raptor den and slid into the shadow of a clump of chimney stacks. He paused waiting for an alarm, a sensor to ping but instead there was just silence. Not that he expected any security system to see through his stealth suit, it was tech way beyond what he would expect a cabaret bar and dance club to have installed.

Still it never hurt to be careful and he really, really wanted to see what Kyrio was up to in there! The fact he'd only let raptors in was just unfair, apparently shapeshifting into a dinosaur didn't count. So sneaking in it was which was kind of exciting in and of itself. Slinking across the roofspace the weasel used his claws to extract a grill from a vent, sliding it open and easing himself in head first. His paws gripped the smooth metal and with slow, shuffling motions he started a controlled descent into the building.

Sliding around a bend in the vent Russet eased his way along the metal tunnel and paused as he came across a grill. Peering through he saw a rather nice office, pleasantly decorated but hardly interesting. Moving on, careful not to make any noise, paws lifting, setting each step down with slow, steady motions he advanced on along the length of the vent.

The polecat eventually reached a junction and clambered down further until he reached another grill. This one looked down over the main lounge with it's gorgeous bronze and polished teak wood finished. The stage, the round tables draped in red velvet, Russet couldn't wait to get down there and explore and get a good look at it all! He hurried along, sliding down a gentle slope and popping out through a grill backstage.

Keeping his body down low against the floor the weasel crept forward, his camouflage suit shifting colours to match the polished floorboards of the stage. Creeping up to the edge of the stage, small, three foot frame low down he turned his head from side to side, admiring the workmanship. The art-deco theme was beautiful, Kyrio had clearly spared no expense on creating this place!

"And he's keeping it all to himself and raptors... criminal," Russet whispered to himself and started to slink along the stage toward the steps that led down into the lounge. An alert flashed up in his display, something was rapidly dropping toward him. The polecat rolled onto his back, ready to defend himself and cried out as a pair of very large, clawed blue scaled feet slammed into the stage on either side of him.

Hands wrapped about his shoulders and lifted him off the floor. All of Russet's tech shorted out, his stealthy covering flowed off his body and hung limply from his body as his red cape and chequered tunic.

"Hello there Russet," Kyrio crooned with a wide, fang filled grin, "I like the way you thought you could sneak in here and not get seen."

"How did you see me!" Russet exclaimed, squirming in Kyrio's grip, "No way you can see through my stealth tech!"

"Now that would be telling, but first things first..." Kyrio leant forward, holding Russet's wriggling weasel body directly before his face, "Let's get you all calmed down."

"Huh..." Russet dooked in alarm as the raptor's yellow eyes started to glow. He tried to close his eyes and look away but it was too late, a presence, soothing, quiet yet insistant was pushing into the polecat's thoughts.

"You... can't just..." Russet tried to speak, to object but Kyrio had him in his hands. His flesh sculpting powers were already in contact with the polecat's mutable body and his hypnotic gaze was being reinforced by that contact. At the back of his mind Russet knew he'd been doomed the moment Kyrio laid his hands on him.

It was however growing harder to think, his mind was growing hazy, memories were leaching out and with a soft snap he felt his connection to his greater self withdrawing. Kyrio chuckled softly and squeezed his hands around the confused, slowly quietining weasel's body.

"I've always wanted one of you and now I have one... don't worry I have plans for you."

Russet's muzzle hung open dopily, his confused memories fizzing and settling under Kyrio's hypnotic domination even as his tail thickened up. His soft weasel hind legs lifted up, bending at the knees, his toes curled and with a slithering click his joints and toes shifted. Tiny weasel nails extended out into sharply curved raptor claws. Fur shifted and drifted off his body, settling to the ground as green scales engulfed the weasel's thick, swaying raptor tail.

"That's it, just give in Russ and let the raptor claim you..." Kyrio smirked wider, his fingers twitching, shifting, kneading the little weasel's upper body, claws shredding his tunic and cloak, revealing the spreading scales hidden beneath the polecat's clothing.

It was almost too easy, without his greater self Russet's thoughts where a hodgepodge of memories, active thoughts and operating routines that Kyrio's touch and desires were eating through those thoughts, shepherding a new personality and desire into place.

It wasn't just the mind that was being re-written however. All that dark fur and the silver highlights were being done away with. Russ would be a beautiful shade of green, with a rich yellow underbelly, outlined by a trail of softer, blending brown scales where the two main colours met. Mustelid muzzle was removed, widening, spreading into a reptilian shape with little slits for nostrils and sharp dinosaur teeth. Cute round ears melted away leaving a smooth round head of scales and those beautiful blue eyes lost their round mammalian design becoming something much more slittled and raptor like.

Kyrio took his time, hands brushing away the remains of Russet's old form, there was no need to keep that slender, tube like body. Something stocky and raptor like was needed though he didn't add much to his height leaving him at just somewhat under three and a half feet. Once his body was complete Kyrio set about crowning Russet with a gorgeously thick mane of feathers. Alternating shades of yellow, red, brown, gold and amber the blue raptor created a thick autumnal theme for his latest employee. It hung down on either side of his head in thick bands and then lay down his neck to his shoulders in a bushy expanse of feathers.

Setting Russ down on stage Kyrio let the glow suffusing his eyes fade and watched as slowly, step by step Russ' own blue eyes opened. The dopey, frozen expression that had claimed his face when Kyrio cut him off from his true self was replaced by a thoughtful expression.

Eyes blinked, he stretched his arms up above his head and then bounced into life. Skipping around Kyrio he let out a happy cry then slid to a stop, running his hands through his thick mane of feathers.

"Oh Kyrio hey! So this stage is great," he resumed his hopping, bouncing, raptor stride around the stage, circling out from Kyrio, "Ah this feels great under claw, I love the way it doesn't splinter or catch in my claws.

"I spent a lot of money to have it waxed with our type of claws in mind," Kyrio chuckled and moved across the stage to catch the green raptor's arm, "But you aren't here to romp around on stage."

Russ smirked and nodded and wriggled free and scampered across the stage. He zigged and zagged and then hopped across to the nearest table. Kyrio groaned and watched as his newest employee hopped all the way over to the bar. He landed on it with a thump, skidded on the grass top and had to catch himself on one of the brass fixings.

"Careful, some of those bottles are expensive!"

"I am always careful," Russ said, reaching down under the bar, he came up with a rather tasteful blue bowtie and tied it around his neck with a deft curl of his clawed hands.

He then hopped behind the bar, glasses rattled, bottles glugged and when the green raptor hopped back up he was twirling a cocktail shaker back and forth between his hands.

"Come over here and grab a drink boss, then you can tell me what's on the menu for opening night!"

Kyrio smiled and jumped down from the stage and started to make his way across the room to join him. It looked like he'd struck the right balance in keeping Russet's jittery, bouncy, weasel energy and a raptor who knew how to work a bar. He was going to bring just the right amount of homely sage barman wisdom and energetic dinosaur energy Kyrio wanted. As he approached the bar he was caught by surprise as Russ jumped down and shot underneath him.

Leaning forward to look at where the green raptor had gone Kyrio froze in place as a warm muzzle slipped up between his legs. Holding still Kyrio let his tongue push out between his fangs and groaned in delight as Russ started to get to work. The green raptor's tongue was probing the thick, warm, wet flesh into his vent to lap and tease against the tip of his cock.

"Hey boss I wanted to..." Nall's voice came out of the wings on the stage then trailed off. Kyrio glanced over at the sparkling, mirror bright dino and gave him a doofy grin. Russ wasn't letting up, he'd lured and coaxed Kyrio's cock out of his muzzle and was now sucking on it happily. Nall took it in his stride, he jumped off the stage and started to bob and weave his way around the tables in their direction.

As he got closer Kyrio could see the silver raptor's own cock was starting to hang low between his legs as well. He slid to a halt in front of Kyrio and grinned, "I can see you finished hiring our newest recruit boss."

"Yeah," Kyrio grinned wider and reached out to grip Nall's shoulders and pull him closer, "He is... showing me some of his skills right now... aaaah" he gripped Nall and started to roll his hips, gently humping Russ' muzzle as he began to make out with the silver raptor.

With his muzzle occupied, eyes closed and delightful things happening to his cock Kyrio was caught entirely off guard as someone lifted his tail. Squeaking in surprise he broke off his make out with Nall and twisted his head around in time to see Nido mount him. The blue raptor was forced to spread his legs with a gasp as a thick, slick, slender dino cock slid up under his tail and started to press into him.

"Ooooh damn..." Kyrio gasped and found himself forced to spread his legs, to brace himself as the bigger, purple dinosaur started to slide into him.

"Hey you three," Nido rumbled, clawed hands gripping Kyrio's flanks to slowly pull him down atop his cock, "It is good to see you all having fun."

Nall pulled back, gripped two handfuls of Kyrio's feathered mane and sat down, taking Kyrio's head down with him. Pretty soon the blue scaled raptor found himself having to brace his hands against the ground. Nall's desire was pretty plane to see and without hesitating Kyrio slid his snout forward, muzzle opening wide to engulf Nall's cock. With Nido riding his rump, Russet sucking on his cock and his own muzzle now full of Nall, Kyrio was one happy raptor.

Things were very nearly ready for opening night, he just had to wait for his new chef to arrive and then well... then he could get on with the show! But for now the only thing that really mattered was relaxing, enjoying his new friends and having one heck of an orgasm as he was humped, sucked off and made to lick his own muzzleful of raptor. What better way was there to christen the Raptor Den than indulging in their own desires as a team.