"Get a feel for your form," Deb the cat told him, "It's yours now"
"It'll wear off in a few minutes," Drake informed him," But after that, you'll be able to call on it whenever you want"
"Like, for the rest of my life?" Paulie asked, stunned.
"We've kept all our so far," Rick told him.
"And you've been pretty luck with your first one," Drake growled, patting Paulie's mane with his paw.
The group split up and began to wander around the building. Paulie found adjusting to walking on all fours no problem at all. Before long, he was jumping around on the derelict machinery with much more grace and precision than he'd ever had as a human.
He wandered through a door into a cargo bay, where a few trucks stood lonely amidst a bunch of boxes. He slashed one with his claws, admiring the mark they made on the wood.
He felt so strong, so powerful, as he stalked between the rows of cargo. But true to Drake's promise, it wasn't long before it wore off.
He first noticed that it was becoming uncomfortable to walk on all fours. His mane then began to moult.
His muscles returned to their original size and his tail shot back into his body, which felt very bizarre.
Soon, Paulie was sat, naked, in the middle of the cargo bay. His lion form was gone but felt as though it was still there, somewhere inside Paulie. He stood up, held his hand up in front of him and concentrated on the form. His hand fleshed out into the paw he'd just been using without any problems.
"Wow," said a voice, "Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are?"
Paulie was about to answer, when he realized the the implications of that sentence.
He turned, and standing behind him, just as naked as he was, stood...