This is twice you've seen people turn into latex monsters tonight, and with one of them growling at you right now you aren't about to make the mistake of becoming the next victim. You don't even hesitate to turn tail (metaphorically speaking) and run as fast as you can. Lucky for you, the skunk man seems to have a rather low attention span, as he doesn't even bother to give chase.
After you figure you must be far enough away from him to be safe, you stop for a breather. Just what the HECK is going on here, you start to ask yourself again and again, after having experienced that series of completely insane (not to mention impossible) events. All that rubber, all those animals, those people, nothing about any of it makes any logical sense. It's almost as though some being was just randomly making every ridiculous nonsensical thing that came to his mind happen to you one after the other, or maybe like you were living in some strange fetishist's kinky fantasies. Whatever, it doesn't matter how weird or impossible everything that's going on is. All that matters is that it IS happening, that it IS real, and that it IS something you can't avoid. Two different attacks by two different latex creatures right before your eyes can't be coincidence. Either they're after you, or worse: they're multiplying. In any case, you're going to have to find a way to stop them, or at least to escape.
With that thought, and after having caught your breath, you get ready to start running again - you can figure out the details later. However, you don't even manage to take more than a few steps before you feel the front of your pants pulling against your waist. Looking down, you see that they've become fairly taut, and looking back, you can see why: a shiny black tail with a pair of white stripes traveling up its length is peeking out the back of them, and extending outwards. Within a few second, it's already grown big enough to push down the back of your pants just enough that they aren't pulling against your waist anymore, and only a few seconds later the broad and luscious tail has grown as high as your head, the tip bending downwards elegantly. Putting your hands on it, you can feel that it has a bit of give as your fingers sink into its surface, the tail squeaking as they dig into it. It's easier to push through than your flesh, but not by much. Basically what you'd expect from that big chunk of rubber.
Of course, you HADN'T expected that big chunk of rubber. The skunk never sprayed you. The man-turned-skunk never even touched you. You shouldn't be skunkified in any way, you should just be completely normal. Then again, you can't deny facts, and the fact is that you have a big latex skunk tail sticking out of you. Deciding that the stench of the skunk's musk alone must be enough to do... well, what it did, you decide to get moving again before something finds you out here and you have to literally turn tail and run.