Rick ran his hands all over the new rubber pony. There was no opening. Maybe the transformation wasn't complete yet? Was there something Rick needed to do?
Rick stood up, shrugged and stretched. He probably just needed to wait. He frowned. Three people disappear, and a strange horse suddenly appears? Most people wouldn't draw a connection, but a few might. Hiding a horse in a stable seemed logical, but only if people thought it belonged.
He rummaged through the office and found a log of horses. They were listed by tattoo number in their mouths. There were three that were due to arrive by the end of the month. There were about 50 horses stabled, most belonged to students' families, but a few belonged to the school. Rick copies down a tattoo number, and took the tattoo gun. By the time anyone noticed there were two horses with the same tattoo, it would be too late to associate with any disappearances.
It took Rick longer than planned, and it was sloppier than most gum tattoos, but it was legible. He wiped his sweaty brow. Then he began to pat Tim's forehead. It was on his third pat he realized Tim's rubber skin wasn't rubber anymore. His gloved hand was brushing over stubble. He pulled his gloves off, and hurriedly began running around touching the new horse everywhere. It was all horse flesh and no sign of the Chad suit anywhere. He whacked the horse's cock and balls, and shouted "No!" The horse neighed and bucked wildly.
Rick scurried over the railing and out of the stall he stood their panting with his hands on his knees. He hadn't planned on a pony, now Chad had fused with his two dweeb Guinea pigs. He should have waited and researched horse suits first. No, he told himself, Tim and Goth boy were witnesses. This was for the best. He could research how to separate Chad later. It was almost midnight. The horse seemed to quiet down at last. Its stomach rumbled loudly. It started to fart.
"Ew!"
Rick fled from the stench. It was followed by loud wet plopping noises.