Chapter 2: Madame Kendall's Ken-Dolls

By pooling their remaining resources over the next couple of weeks, the team subtly adjusted the Dino Bite Café to accommodate its new intended function.

First, they added more rain forest motifs to the arches and crenelations like crawling vines and leaves. A dimmer was installed for all the various sections of lighting, including strobes and true to Kendall's word, the southwest alcove was cleared and raised with steps. Riley took special care in polishing the pole. The team's work schedule was even staggered to accommodate their new -ahem- nightly activities…

Down in the lair, the guys were working out and getting measured and fitted for their concepts. One corner was a sea of speedos and thongs: some spangly, some sparkly, and some nearly non-existent.

Shelby did her best to keep Koda still while she measured his wingspan. "Koda, stop being so squiggly!" she complained as he squirmed playfully "Hold Still! I can't get a proper measurement!" Koda just kept giggling "But it tickles!"

Ivan was on the pull-up bar repping out and James was spotting Riley on the bench. "Uhh…Mr. Navarro?" stuttered a nervous, prone Riley "Yeah?" replied James looking down at Riley. "Could you maybe…take a step back? I- uh- I can't see the bar" "Oh you can see it alright…" Riley froze in mortification.

James finally let out his laughter "Riley! You HAVE to be more relaxed around us! We're going to be practically naked around each other all the time! Here-" he removed his shirt as tossed it aside "See? No need to be self-conscious." An equally shirtless Chase threw an arm over James's shoulder "He's right, mate. We're all studs here. You-" he pulled Riley upright into his arms "especially. Now, let's hit the Intervals!"

Riley pulled back a bit to give Chase an incredulous look "Wow, seriously? You must be jazzed for this." Chase squeezed Riley to him "No doubt about it. Gotta keep myself shredded and build up that endurance" he nuzzled closer into Riley's neck "Besides, how else am I going get the staying power to make you cum three times in a row?" As Chase leaned in for a kiss, he was rewarded with a palm pressed to his face "Yeah, wow, that was SO very romantic, Chase…" Riley rolled his eyes as he peeled his damp muscle shirt off.

"That's it, Tyler, you're at 10 minutes!" encouraged Phillip as Tyler was desperately holding his handstand, his face a mask of red drenched in sweat. Ivan finished his last set to failure and leaned heaving against the cavern wall to watch. Finally, Tyler gave up the ghost and collapsed. "Just shy of 11 minutes!" tsked Phillip as he clicked the stopwatch.

Shelby called out to Phillip as Koda escaped from her ministrations "I'm ready for your measurements! Ivan, could you help me with the inseam so I can figure how far to hem for the tear-away part?" Ivan stood to attention and caught the fabric tape measure tossed to him "Certainly, Lady Shelby" he began to unfurl the tape measure against Phillip's pant leg "Ivan, I need his calf and thigh measurements too- I'm thinking of leather pants."

Looking up at an amused Phillip, Ivan wrapped the tape around the right calf when Shelby chided "No, Ivan! You need to take the measurement without the pants" she turned to the former prince "Phillip, you're going to need to drop 'em so I can get an accurate measure for maximum contour" Phillip's amused look became a slight grimace as Ivan undid his belt "And Ivan, while you're at it, could you get his shirt off too? I need his chest and waist. I need to go figure out the materials" As Shelby exited, Phillip's grimace became outright panic. After his trousers dropped revealing steel grey trunks, the already shirtless Ivan rose to eye level and slid Phillip's jacket off his shoulders.

Phillip's breath hitched as Ivan's hands lingered on his bare chest before he carefully finished unbuttoning his shirt. The whole time, Ivan kept an impassive yet dutiful face- Phillip couldn't figure if this aroused him more. He suddenly felt a warm, hard, shirtless body glomp onto his back "Phillip!" cheered Koda "You need- to relax!" A now-delirious Phillip was close to full brain shutdown as Koda was basically fondling his chest from behind.

"Your highness…are you ready?" breathed Ivan as Phillip's wide eyes snapped to meet his "Um- what?" "I will need to measure your chest and waist now, sire" Phillip could only nod. Ivan prepped the tape measure "Sir Koda, could you hold his highness's arms up while I take measurement?" Koda obeyed, his strong hands sliding down Phillip's well-toned arms, grasping his wrists and lifting them high over Phillip's head while Ivan reached around with the tape measure and after getting the chest, allowed it to fall to Phillip's hips. Ivan, seeing too much slack, tugged -a bit too hard really- at the tape causing the already helpless and unbalanced Phillip to jerk forward into him.

Reflexively, he raised his arms and braced Phillip as he fell against him. Waist to waist, chest to chest, and face to face, Phillip stared into the eyes of his knight –his knight– and discarded all thoughts of caution, propriety, and even reason. Something in his blood called out to this knight, as if screaming to repay a debt incurred long ago. There were no Power Rangers, no Sledge or Snide, no Dino Lair, no Zandar: there was only Phillip and Ivan and he closed the last distance between them with a kiss.

The understandably shocked Ivan's eyes widened, but he soon leaned into the kiss and strengthened his hold on Phillip. Breaking away, Ivan hazarded a look at Phillip, who was grinning madly. Over Phillip's shoulder, Koda leaned in- curious. Phillip turned his head back and caught Koda's lips as Ivan licked a stripe up his neck.

Koda was experiencing very new and strange feelings, including a very noticeable stirring in his loincloth. The kiss was nice- very nice. Though his comprehension of the situation was not complete, he did understand one thing- primal need, desire. He switched his grip to clamp Phillips wrists with one hand and wrapped his free arm around Phillip's waist.

Tyler, Riley, Chase, and James were mesmerized at the entire scene. The four of them had slowly gravitated towards one another as everything unfolded right in front of them. Chase held Riley tightly against him with his lips running through Riley's hair- Riley's back pressed firmly into Chase's front. James had his arm draped over Chase's left shoulder while his right hand fondled Riley's exposed nipple. Tyler was pressed up against Riley's other side and holding Chase against himself. Riley looked to his left and locked gazes with Tyler, their faces growing dangerously close as Chase groans his approval…

"WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?!" exclaimed an epically indignant Kendall. Everyone else whipped their heads towards the doors as she grandly entered- no- STRUTTED in, wrapped in a dark purple buckled pleather trench coat with raised and pointed shoulder pads. What finished the look and punctuated her menacing bearing were a matching cap and a very real 2-foot long dark purple riding crop.

Her narrowed eyes scanned all seven near-nude male rangers, her lips pressed into a hard line. Lashing out with her crop, she pointed to them all. All seven cowered before her.

"ENOUGH!" she scolded them all bringing her crop down and snapping a broom handle in half.

"Save it for the stage, boys." She sassed with a wink and a smirk.