You wake to the sound of your alarm clock blaring, feeling like you haven't slept in weeks. Hardly in the mood to get up, you reach over and hit the clock, clumsily knocking it to the floor. Feeling especially groggy today, you groan a little as you slide out of bed, your room still too dark to make much out very clearly. You stumble unsteadily across the room, an odd swishing noise following your every move. A little confused, you flick the light on and look down... and instantly, a horrified whinny escapes your equine muzzle. Staring up at you is your massive, rubbery red horse cock, that valve staring tauntingly at you.
You run to the bathroom, staring in the mirror if only to confirm what you already know - you're still stuck in this horse suit... thing, and you still have no way to get out of it. Realizing that your panic isn't doing you any good, you take a deep breath and sit yourself down on the floor, your body squeaking against itself and the floor tiles as you do. There's got to be something you can do to get yourself out of this. Even without hands, even without being able to talk, you must be able to do SOMETHING.