The new stallion whinnied as Rick surveyed him . There were only two openings where Rick could gain purchase to peel back the rubber suit. He wasn't too anxious to try the rear entry, so he reached for the head. He gently rubbed it to calm Stewtim down. Timwart? The horse needed a name. First things first, get Chad off.
Rick grabbed hold the rubber encasing the horse's upper and lower jaws, and pulled them apart, then back over the animal's head. Rick was afraid Chad might rip, but the new Chad was a lot more flexible and stretchy than the old human version had been. Chad in agony as he peeled off the steed's forelegs, and down his neck and back.
Chad was half empty and half turned inside out. Rick was drenched in sweat. He paused with the Roan horse half exposed. Rick rested his hands on his knees, as he breathed heavily. He looked at the horse, no visible seam, it appeared that Tim and Stew had merged seamlessly. He stood, set his jaw determinedly, and scooted under the stallion to get a good grip on rolls rubber around the stallion's hindquarters. He pushed and pulled. The animal's erect penis flopped up and down until the rubber cleared the animal's tail. As Rick pulled the suit down the steed's hindlegs, its penis popped out of its rubber prison. The horse's cock sprung free, slapping Rick in his face, and exploding a drenching load of cum in Rick's face, on his chest, head and shoulders.
He tosses the inside out pony suit over the stall railing, and started to clean up the young stallion. It appeared to be a two year old, but was coated with slick slime like a new born colt. Rick washed down the animal, and started to use the curry brush. He sniffed the air, there was a musky fragrance that made him horny. He glanced down at his tented bulge.
Chad bemoaned his inside out emptiness.
Stewart and Tim were one creature now. Their memories mushed together, overlapping and confused. Was their humanity a dream? They were horse now.