I commissioned  mehndix to draw my character, SilverWuff, in much the same style as her previously posted drawing of a chakat playing with a D20 (Original piece). SilverWuff is bouncing a bean bag chair with his name on it. He's finding that having two extra feet can be fun.

EDIT: June 19, 2012
I picked up the original art from Mehndi X at Anthrocon and it looks five kinds of awesome better than this scan is.
Thanks, Mehndi.

EDIT: July 6, 2012: Added story
SilverWuff awoke to sunlight shining on his face. He grumbled that it hadn't the decency to knock first before he rubbed the sleepers from his peepers. He stretched and tried to roll over to stand up but was hampered by something. He thought it was the sheet which he threw to the floor but that wasn't it. Perhaps he had hurt himself during sleep. He looked down and found the source of his immobility: He had some extra feets. He flinched at the shock of his transformation and his wings erupted from his back. At least he still had those. The only problem was that he had two backs now: He was a taur and his wings were coming from his lower torso. He flexed his wings and they seemed to work just fine. He wasn't sure how well a taur would fly but that was a question best answered after finding out how well one walked.
With some concentration, SilverWuff was able to make each of his six limbs move independently. He wasn't very coordinated so he spent some time practicing walking while on his back in his bed. He found the junction of the two torsos to be quite limber and flexible, enabling him to lie flat out. He pedaled his feet in the air and tried to coordinate them like he'd seen wild wolves walking. Damn it if it wasn't hard. He knew people with two left feet when dancing and he suspected that he had four of them at the moment.
SilverWuff practiced his movement until his belly rumbled at him. Rather, both of his bellies rumbled. That was weird. He rolled onto his side completely and let his two limbs hang off the edge of the bed. The two he was laying on he tucked under himself so he could roll and support himself on the other two. Once up that far, he lowered each of his other two legs to the floor. He lifted one foreleg and moved it forward, setting it down and bearing weight without falling over. A good start. He moved the opposite hind leg and planted it. He repeated this pattern until he was moving at a slow but steady pace toward the door. He got to the door and managed to coordinate his arms and legs without too much difficulty.
SilverWuff's next challenge was the stairs. He set his forelegs on the first step and took a moment to get used to the tilt. He took another step and waited a moment. On the fourth step his hind legs needed to be moved. He moved them one at a time and carefully made his way down the stairs. Good thing he lived in a split-level home and there were only seven stairs. He felt like he was falling because of the slant of his lower torso's back and its weight pushing him forward. Finally, all of his feet reached the bottom and he went into the kitchen. Time to cook breakfast.
He got out a large frying pan and started cooking some bacon followed by eggs. He made toast and poured himself a big glass of juice. When he'd finished his plate was piled much higher than normal with food but he was hungry. He pushed the chair out of the way and sat down next to the table. His front legs were still extended and his upper torso was still too high. He thought quickly and went into the living room to grab his foot rest. He rested his lower torso on this and now he was at eating height. Breakfast was quickly and thoroughly devoured. The dishes were cleaned up and SilverWuff made his way into the living room.
Laying down on the floor now had a different meaning. SilverWuff leaned over to one side and rested against the couch. He looked around the room and saw his old bean bag chair in the corner. Rising to a crouch he snuck up on the unsuspecting creature. When he was within pouncing distance, which was quite short considering the amount of time he'd had to practice with four feet, he leapt clumsily and tackled the chair. The thrill of the hunt unconsciously brought out his wings. He rolled onto his back and bounced the bean bag chair into the air, trying to keep it aloft with just his feet. He'd figure out what to do about telling anyone about his transformation later. Now, he had a bean bag chair, with his name on it no less, to do battle with.