They decided to find out if there were any more or many more boytaurs created by the seemingly random aim of the magical spell.
Just to be on the safe side, they took Joe's SUV. Since Joe wasn't practiced at using his four new legs, Dan volunteered to do the driving. Joe managed to climb his four legs up the passenger side running board and through the front passenger side door and to arrange his four legs in a sitting position on the leather of the front passenger seat.
"I'm getting hard doing this," Joe smiled, perspiring, his strong hands pulling at his front and hind legs to help them get comfortable among themselves on the seat. He was enjoying the feeling of his front legs so heavy and firm as they weighed upon on his hind legs underneath. Joe's front feet seemed to nuzzle his back feet as they rested heavily on them. The four bare feet crowded the floor in front of the seat, as Joe sat upon his two sets of hindquarters, rather tall upon his four legs.
"You're making me hard just watching you," Dan said, obviously hot and bothered by the sight Joe's four beautifully muscled legs, because there was something very erotic about Joe having one pair of good-looking athlete's legs comfortably riding on another pair of them just underneath; it was almost too much to bear, and it was driving Dan crazy.
"Deal with it, dude; watch the road, not Joe's four legs," Ian smirked, swinging himself into the back seat, his own four legs slapping each other as he expertly arranged them into kind of a side-saddle position; he had more room in the back seat to spread his four legs out a little. They splayed handsomely; Ian's four big muscular legs tumbled out comfortably among themselves. He reached forward and gave Dan's shoulder muscles a squeeze. "Drive."
Flushed and breathing hard, Dan tried to put the SUV in gear, grinding the gears.
"Ouch," Joe said. "Take it easy."
"Why don't you drive, then," Dan said. "You've got four feet; you could work the clutch, brake and gas pedals and still have a foot left over."
"If I'd known you were going to wreck the clutch, I would have, or I'd have an automatic," Joe retorted, struggling to pull the seatbelt up and over his four legs to buckle it.
"Guys, knock it off," Ian said irritatedly, buckling his own four legs in using two seatbelts, one for his front waist and the second one for his boytaur waist and hind legs. "Wny don't you just kiss each other to blow off all this tension?"
Dan and Joe eyed each other warily, but a tiny smile crept into a corner of Joe's lips, and before either could control themselves they were locked in an awkward, muscular embrace, their lips straining towards each other's. With a single motion Dan jammed on the parking brake and unsnapped his seatbelt buckle and pulled himself across into Joe's embrace, kissing him passionately, loving Joe's passionate kiss in return. They spasmed with orgasm, spontaneously.
They held each other, relaxing as their breathing gradually slowed. Ian groaned in the back seat, also breathing hard. Dan raised his cheek from Joe's shoulder to look at Ian, who had just finished jacking off his front and hind hardons; Ian's two huge hardons were glazed with thick come between his front and back legs, his left and right hands also heavily glazed with come. "Man, this is hot," Ian said.
Passing around the towel Joe had been wearing around his front legs, they managed to sop up most of the deluge of come, laughing as their hardons returned to full size. Dan and Joe kissed one final time, and Dan successfully got the SUV in gear.
"Let's go find us some boytaurs," Ian said.