Professor Davis was laughing to himself as one page turned to the next. Many strange spells and incantations lay out before him, and he wondered how and if they might work. At last he turned to a page section that offered one word, "Familiar"!
Quickly he scanned the spell and then sat back and closing his eyes dreamed up what kind of Familiar a wizard like him might like.
Sitting up he looked the spell over once again and began to speak it's words of fate. As he spoke the air in the room began to warm. Soon sweat poured from his forehead as the room temp passed 100.
On his sex driven mind was the memory of a student he had made love to a thousand times or more. Yet to have her walking about would not help his work. A passing thought to make the Familiar a part of mythical history he worked his words so she was one wild knockout of a black haired satyress. The female sex creature endowed with as many sexual atributes as his evil mind could well up.
As he wove his lusty desires as to the satyress' actions and manners a slip up was made. "I want her to be a free spirit and have too the power of transformation over those who resist her will! She will do my bidding but I must fulfill her needs, and those sexual desires only a satyress might know!"
A tornado of black mist swirled in front of his old oak desk. As Professor Davis looked up he smiled.