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Kyrio watched his latest applicant admiring the club as he shifted and fidgeted, his attention shifting from Kyrio to the window overlooking the club and back. Unlike the weasel-bun from that morning Nall had turned up dressed for an interview. In a white shirt, black trousers, suspenders and matching black jacket he looked like someone trying to be professional. His tie added a splash of colour and the possum stitched into the white silk was fun, he was after all applying to be the Den's DJ.

He'd decided to hold this interview up in his new office before giving Nall a chance at the decks in the VIP Lounge. Settling back in his chair Kyrio glanced over the pine marten's CV then turned his attention back to the bouncy weasel.

"So I can see here it says you have performed at several clubs around town but haven't stayed at any of them very long. Care to elaborate on why you keep moving around?"

Focussing on Kyrio, bright green eyes wide behind his circular glasses the marten smiled and gripped the arms of his chair. Kyrio couldn't tell if he was nervous or just jittery from too much coffee or a mixture of the two.

"Ah well," Nall leant forward, "None of those clubs had the right kind of groove, my music it... it's electro-swing, it's 1930s meets modern day... they let me have gigs here and there on special nights but it didn't sit for a permanent gig."

Kyrio nodded and leaned forward, "So you think you have the style to fill my club? You've seen the decor, we are riding that art deco style high but can you bring the music to fill it and make every dino want to groove?"

"I... I... yes I think so..." Nall looked down, fiddling his claws, "I... I have a great feel for the music, I can... well yes I can do it."

Pushing himself out of his chair Kyrio settled his clawed feet on the desk and circled it, bobbing his head down so he was at eye level with the weasel, "I'd like you to show me if you could, but Nall... you seem a little nervous what's on your mind?"

Nall jumped back from the sudden movement and nervously climbed out of his chair, "Nothing... nothing it's fine... ok you want to see my set..." the weasel scampered for the door and had it open before Kyrio could start to move. The blue raptor moved after the weasel and down the stairs into the VIP lounge. He paused at the bottom of the steps to watch the way Nall was moving, the pine marten had dropped to all fours and was scampering toward the DJ point.

"It's like he's running away from a predator..." Kyrio mused to himself as he started across the bare. He was about half way there when what he'd just muttered smashed it's way through the wall of ideas and he felt himself smiling wider, fangs on display.

"Oh right... I'm the predator..." he chuckled and circled around the stage, letting Nall turn things on. From the screech and hiss and crackle of sound equipment starting up Nall's jitters were making him knock the wrong keys and controls.

Once he was safely behind the DJ stand Kyrio moved closer, raising his hands and placing them on the weasel's shoulders. Nall stiffened, his body freezing in place and a soft squeak escaping him. Kyrio flexed his fingers, gently massaging Nall's shoulders as he leant down to murmur into one of his ears.

"Relax weasel, It's ok, you're safe here..." the blue raptor started to work his hands, massaging Nall's shoulders, sliding his fingers apart to press down on either side of the marten's neck, working the tense tendons hidden beneath his brown fur, "You are safe here, so deep breath..."

The pine marten breathed in and Kyrio struck, he already had hold of him so it was easy really. The blue raptor started massaging away the tension and natural fear radiating from the weasel and started to replace it with a trickle of raptor instincts. Nall's eyes widened and he slid the sound controls up, thumping music erupted from the VIP lounges speakers.

There were wind instruments, strings, electronic reverb and undertones of grandiose 1930s art deco swing but with a bouncy, lively modern twist. Grinning madly at the beat Kyrio ran his hands down Nall's back, fingers and claws kneading, massaging, sliding side to side in time to that staccato beat.

Nall was clearly lost in the moment, his small weasel body swaying from side to side as he danced, headphones clasped against one ear, the other one adjusting the controls of the mixer desk. He was caught up in the music, the dance and Kyrio was making sure his touch added to the thrill. The blue raptor had turned his relaxing, deep tissue massage into a lighter, corrupting transformative dance.

Enjoying Nall's body beneath his fingers Kyrio massages and wiped away his weasel frame. Thick brown fur started to give way to mirror bright silver scales and that slinky, tube like body just would not do. Kyrio's touch added bulk, stockier dino legs. Sweeping his hands up the sides of Nall's body the raptor brushed out his noodle torso, strong dinosaur lungs needed a powerful chest to match so Kyrio gave them to him.

It took time, but with Nall distracted by the dance, singing along to the tunes he was belting out he hadn't noticed what was being done to his body. Of course his touch was helping there too, kneading the correct endorphins and hormones into Nall's shifting body to keep him focussed on the music. He didn't even really clock the changes when Kyrio pulled him close during a complex chorus of strings and drumming bass guitar.

New clawed raptor feet danced in time with Kyrio as the half changed weasel was deftly turned. They swayed in time, a blissful smile on Nall's whiskered muzzle as Kyrio slid his hands down the marten's arms, leaving silver scales in their wake. They grasped hands, the blue raptor squeezed them firmly, massaging the flesh, tendons and claws to match the gleaming raptor body he'd been sculpting. Even then Nall didn't twig to what was being done to him, his dazed gaze fixed on Kyrio, marten face smiling dopily before the musical chorus ended and he turned back toward the desk.

Taking a step back Kyrio smiled at his creation, Nall now gleamed with mirror bright light. His scales reflecting the lights as a living mirror ball, one scaled, raptor hand holding the headphones against his head once more, their new scaled, clawed make up unnoticed as the music swept him along. The blue raptor had made him the same height as himself, his body a neat clone of himself, build, height it was all a match for Kyrio's own style and appearance except for three major differences. Those mirror bright scales, his weasel head atop a raptor's neck and one final surprise that the blue raptor had just gone with as the mood felt right.

The song drummed to an end, guitars weaving a majestic fanfare, trumpets peeling in time with electronic swing. It was a glorious end, the lights focussing on Nall's body causing a dazzle, a gleam of energy. Sighing warmly Kyrio nodded, he could imagine the floor full of dinos dancing, grooving to this type of beat as the night grew old with vibrant majesty. It was going to be fantastic but first he had to finish his DJ and Nall was starting to come out of the flesh crafted, adrenaline high of playing his set.

"What... I..." he stuttered, hands held up, green eyes widening as he stared at his gleaming scaled hands.

Kyrio surged forward, powerful legs giving him the speed to react before the confused Nall could move out of reach. His tail twitched, balancing him and the blue raptor's clawed hands clamped down atop the pine marten's skull.

"Congratulations," he crooned as his claws sank through flesh and fur and bone that shifted and moved like putty beneath his will, "You got the job."

Smiling to himself, tongue sticking out Kyrio let Nall's head flow and twist beneath his claws. The matter of his brain, thoughts and personality sliding, shifting, flowing in the direction the dinosaur wanted as he finished his work on Nall. His whole head was being re-shaped like fluid putty beneath his claws, weasel features washed away, coherent thoughts and protests swallowed by a liquid gurgling as muzzle, whiskers and voice where disposed off.

Kyrio was in his element, sculpting Nall's flesh directly, teasing a raptor muzzle out of the fluid organic mess that had moments ago been a pine marten's head. It was direct, no subtlety involved, squish their flesh beneath his hands, direct his will upon them and sculpt them into what he desired. The blue raptor gave his new DJ a silver, mirror bright head to match the rest of his new body, like highly polished chrome each scale reflected the light. He was a living mirror ball, perfect for running the music in the raptor den.

For hair Kyrio created a thick, wild mohawk of deep, rich blue/black feathers that stood proud above his head before running down the nape of his neck and spine as a trail of fluffy feathery fronds. Of course it wouldn't be noticeable normally but the whole mane was UV and black light reactive so Nall would stand out like a beacon of radical dancing glory when the club was thrumming in the late hours. Kyrio was proud of that, sculpting organic matter that was naturally reactive to those sorts of lighting was no easy feat.

Stepping back from Nall he smiled, lifting his hands from his head and waited for the spark of life to return to his new raptor's eyes. After all Kyrio hadn't just been creating a new body, he had his hands right inside Nall's thoughts. This was no hypnotic overlay like Nido but a full rebuild, there had been a spark deep inside his mind that was eager for this change so Kyrio had seized upon it and made them his.

He blinked slowly, green eyes closing then opening, a clawed hand was raised, run through his thick feathery hair and a smile tugged at his lips. Then almost like someone throwing a switch he started to move, that bouncy, energetic weasel zing had been retained and now powered the gleamingly bright raptor.

"So this is the set up?" he said as if they'd just been talking about it, "Nice..." he ran his hands across the mixer desk, "I can work with his boss... go on out on the floor and show me your moves!"

He span a dial and a thumping electro-swing beat exploded, the lights on their rig swung around to strike Nall making him sparkle and dazzle. Then they dropped low and at a swinging swat of the new raptors tail Kyrio made his way down onto the dance floor. Swaying, moving to the beat he watched his DJ play, their 'hawk gleaming with ethereal light under the directed beams of the clubs lighting rig. He was perfect, just what Kyrio needed and whatever lingering part of Nall remembered being a weasel clearly didn't mind being a dinosaur now.

After all, who didn't enjoy being a dinosaur...

After Kyrio had finished making them think they'd always been one.