Chad was freaking out. He was literally hollowed out and in pieces. He wanted to pound Rick into pulp right now. Not for pranking him, or turning him into weird rubbery stuff, but for leaving him empty. Chad needed someone or something inside him now desperately. For all he knew, Rick might stow him away for days or months before putting him on. The humor in the language of not wanting to be pranked or put on, and the mad desire to be worn or put on was totally lost on Chad in his current state, but if Rick had heard Chad's rambling rant, he would have laughed until he pissed himself.
Chad was in a stinky gym bag, and now praying madly to whatever gods might be listening. He needed to be worn now.
Then Rick collided with towel boy and ass wipe. Chad's prayers were answered. Some twisted deity heard and answered Chad's prayers.
Timmy was particularly amenable and had climbed completely into the front half of the rubber horse suit, while Stewart stood there in his soiled singlet glaring at his half of Chad.
Tim moaned softly from inside the rubber horsehead. His arms were pinned at his sides. The rubber seemed to move, massage, and tighten around him. He felt cold air on his spandex clad butt cheeks, but the rest of him was so warm, he was sweating already.
Chad could taste and feel Tim inside him. Chad's naked rubber body was wrapped around Tim's nearly naked body. Of course, Tim was unaware that the rubber suit was naked Chad. It felt good, really good to be worn by Tim. The human skin and rubber skin seemed made for each other0. But he wasn't whole yet. He needed Stewart and Tim together. Desperation was setting in. He didn't quite understand it, but it was his purpose now.
Rick was cajoling Stewart as he snapped the rubber straps over his shoulders.
"Happy?"growled Stew.
Chad could feel that in spite of his statements that Stewart was quite happy. His boner was tenting inside the rubber cock sleeve of the back half of the horse suit.
"Seriously, you think the coach or school will let you have an anatomically correct mascot, Rick?"
"Hey, I didn't say it would be official or that you two will be wearing it to any games. Just wanna try it out. Now shove your head where the sun don't shine."
"If you fart, Tim..." Stew threatened as he reached his hands around Tim's waist, and maintained a few inches between Tim's ass and his face.
Rick surveyed the rubber pantomime horse. He then fumbled in the gym bag and pulled out a bit and harness.
Stewart was totally in the dark. He was hot, sweaty and horny. He wanted out. He had a growing feeling of trepidation. Stew asked Rick, if he was satisfied yet. Could they take the stinky rubber suit off? Chad could taste the fear. It tasted good. He needed Tim and Stewart to be closer to connect.
Rick grabbed the back end, and shoved hard, Stewart's face was jammed into Tim's butt. There was an odd whooshing whisper.
Rick said, "There! Now you and Tim should be ready to come put by the time we reach the stables."
Stew made unintelligible gurgling sounds, while Tim moaned softly. Chad was connecting with Tim and Stew in a way he never connected with anyone before.
Rick put the bit in the mouth of the horsehead, and loosely fastened the harness around the head. He hadn't brought it with him. He was pretty sure the only thing in the gym bag when he loaded rubberized Chad inside was Chad's dirty jockstrap. When Rick took the rubber horse suit out, instead of a jockstrap, there was the bit harness with reins. He couldn't wait to see what Chad could do to people.
The street lights and moon gleamed down on the odd trio-er, duo? Quartet? Did Chad still count as people? Did Stew and Tim? Rick smiled contentedly. Tim's noises were definitely more horse like and Stewart's noises from the nether regions sounded like intestinal distress.
Chad was totally oblivious to Rick now. He was focused on his job. Two shall be as one. Tim and Stewart no longer existed, they were pony now. That was Chad's job. The singlets had to go.
Rick led the pantomime horse that moved like a real horse in rubber horse suit now with impossibly slender legs on to the bridle path. The rear end let go a noisy horse fart, and then an apple of the road pushed out the rubber opening beneath the rubber tail.
Plop.
Rick giggled.
He didn't notice the bit of sweat sock in the dropping left behind. The rubber horse seemed to grow bigger.
By the time they reached the stables, there was a trail of fresh horse droppings along the trail which contained now only socks but wrestling singlets.
Inside Chad, the now naked horse was all horse. Tim and Stewart's minds were swirled into one. Chad felt sorry about this. He got to know Stewart and Tim as he reshaped their minds. They were nice guys, they could have been friends. But none of them had a choice, Rick had seen to that. Chad did what he had to do.
Rick surveyed the handsome two year old horse flesh stretching taut the now seamless rubber suit. He stuck his tongue between his teeth and tried to figure out how to remove the horse suit. It seemed to work so well on those nerds, he couldn't wait to see the results when he put it on a couple of jocks.