Rick was holding his nose as he ran out of the stables. He couldn't believe the stench his new horse produced. He positively reeked of it. Like burning tires or worse, he thought. He was so focused on getting away, he didn't watch where he was going. Smoosh! His foot ended up in a fresh horse dropping. He crinkled his nose and it kicked.
"Huh?" he said as he spotted fabric inside. He kicked the road apple to bits freeing a disgustingly soiled singlet. He smiled. The loud plop? His missing rubber suit? He crinkled up his nose. It was disgusting. He'd have to clean it up first, before its next use. Still he wasn't planning on wearing it himself. He put his glove on, fished the singlet out of the turd, and tossed it into a nearby trashcan.
Then Rick turned around, and headed back into the barn. Fortunately, the stench had mostly dissipated, but it lingered near the stall. There behind his new pony was a shiny stinky black mass of rubber. He started to enter the stall, but Tim or the Tim/Stew hybrid -whatever it was- was unhappy. Well, it was only a horse, now. So, Rick got it some oats and apple, and it started to eat. It ignored him, as he climbed into the stall to retrieve Chad. He paused, he assumed it was Chad, but maybe Chad was the horse or the three of them were the horse hybrid, and the suit was just a suit? Didn't matter, as long as it worked. Any thought of changing anyone back was long gone. This was too fun, and witnesses would only spell trouble for Rick. He started to pick it up, and dropped it. It was all slimy and disgusting. He spotted a nearby wheel barrow. Well, it was used for transporting horse droppings right? He grabbed a shovel and loaded the rubber shitty thing into the wheel barrow. Then he he wheeled it outside to hose it off. It took a while, more than a couple rags, and brush, and lots of soap to clean. But it was soon pristine black shiny rubber again....