Once safely in the locker room, Max let for of Allan's mouth. He
wasn't sure witch arm it was though. "What did you do?!" Allan
screamed as soon as the hand left. Allan swearing, so Max covered his
mouth again.
"Jeez Max" Luke exclaimed. "Couldn't you wait till after school."
Max glared at Luke, "I didn't mean to do this. It just sorta
happened."
Dean glanced at Max and then back at Luke. "You mean this isn't Mark."
Luke shook his head. "No, Mark is playing hooky, so Max is covering."
Dean nodded, "That explains why Max fused with Allan. I thought he was
the only one, other than you and your Dad that could." Dean bent down
to get a closer look, and started laughing. "You guys are so mashed
up, it's hard to tell whose is whose."
Max defiantly picked the worse time to think about fusing. Since Max
was starting to lose, Allan was on top of him when it happened. Allan
and Max's legs were a mess. It resembled the tail of a mermaid,
because their fourlegs had all fused together. Thier feat were
sticking in all directions. Alan's right side and partially fused with
Max's right side, leaving Max missing a butt cheek, and Allan his
cock. Allan's left elbow had fused with Max's left arm, and his left
had fused with the left side of Max's face. Allan's right had fused
with Max's right shoulder blade, so it looked like he had two right
arms. Finally, the left side of Allan's face had fused with the crown
of Max's head.
"Don't just stand there, Luke. Help me unfuse us." Max exclaimed.