Slowly Trent started to get over his initial rush. It still felt great to be part motorcycle, but all the transforming and driving around made him a bit exhausted. He decided to drive home, to Shawn's garage. The anger he felt deep down inside ever since he forcefully merged with Shawn was long gone, and was replaced with the happiness and slight shame you get form having a fetish realized. As he went into the garage he put down his stand again, and gave a mental command to the ring to separate from Shawn.
As he did so, his human body started to loose definition again, it started to get both thinner and wider, slowly separating into 2 people. At first Trent's head reformed at the back of the mass, at the same time Shawn's head started to appear out of the blob, both wearing motorcycle helmets. Gradually the shoulders, arms and body of Trent pulled back and Shawn's features started to appear. After a few minutes Trent's upper body was lying on top of Shaw's. Both were rather exhausted and tired. Since it was rather late at night, they both fell asleep quickly.
The next morning, Shawn woke up first. Before fully coming to his senses he thought what a wonderful dream he had about being part of a cycletaur. Gradually he realized where he was, and that he had not just fallen asleep on his motorcycle, he was his motorcycle. Suddenly he realized Trent's weight on his back. "Hey Trent, wake up!", he said while pushing back his back to wake up his friend. "Just 2 more minutes.", was the reply from Trent. Shawn looked at his hand, which still had the ring on his glove. He looked back at the still dozing friend and realized that they now both had such a ring. "Wake up Trent, you've got to get to work", he tried again. Trent finally opened his eyes. Somehow he was sitting on the second seat of Trent's motorcycle, a bit higher up than the driver, but when he tried to get off the motorcycle it hit him like a bolt. "I'm still part of the motorcycle with you!", he screamed, realizing that he didn't have his own legs back. "Relax", Shawn tried to calm him down, "You have separated from me, not from the bike." Trent calmed down and gave a mental command to the ring. The part where his body merged into the motorcycle as well as the motorcycle started to become a blob, slowly reforming as a slightly smaller motorcycle as well as Shawn's legs, including his pants. Shawn was flicking up his visor and smiled at Trent, "Thanks".
Trent was relieved that Shawn wasn't mad at him, "Well if you could give me a ride to work, that would be..." Before he could finish his sentence Shawn was already rushing forward, towards Trent's workplace. He stopped at a deserted side road. It was still rather early so there was little chance of them being seen, also you had to look closely to see what was odd with this couple. As Trent got off, he asked, "Aren't you going to separate from the bike?" The cycle centaur promptly replied with a grin, "Naw, I've gotta check out some things first.", and drove off into the distance.