professor Davis was having a tough time as his deep seeded new instinctive drives were surfacing. He had sweaty longings to go out and mount either mare or stallion just to calm himself down.
Looking out the office window he could begin to smell mares in heat coming from the Ag's stable across the grad.
"No, I don't want to be consumed into bestial like thinking, No!' he grumbled as then turning and walking back inside. Pacing like a caged animal he grumbled his thoughts both pro and con for doing what his aching balls and horse cock would love to feel.
At a fevered pitch he screamed and turned for the Book.
Flopping down in his chair he rifled through the pages looking for relief is some way, shape, or form. Then a word, a friend, a thought and he began to read a spell.
In his thoughts was the floating name of Herman Manfred Fjord, a collegue and professor in the Ag school of medicine. it was his famous last name the was a stroke of brillance as his great great grandfather Amos Fjord was the one who begat the pony breed of the same name.
He remembered the many stallion photo's handing about Herman's office. The great admiration he had for his famous long lost relative and the legacey he left. The memory of one of those stallions would be the crux to Davis' sexual dream come true, so the spell began.