"That was the best thing ever," said the fairy between heavy breaths, cum still leaking from her lips.
"...Petal?" said the mage.
"Oh- oh Mage Alger, uhm, I was just doing s-some tests in p-preparation for you getting here! L-length, uhm, output! It was what I needed to do! Professionalism!"
The mage stared at the fairy turned cum tank.
"What the hell have you done to my assistant!?!?"
"She said she knew what she was doing."
The mage spluttered. "This- I don't-, Gah! all of you, out, out, out!"
Ellaria tilted her head to the side and didn't move.
"I paid. Now you can either check my friend over or break contract. From what I remember the Mages Guild does not look kindly on contract breakers, the last I knew of was fired. The Mages Guild cares more for their reputation than they care for their people. You know that. Now, that was the carrot." She lifted up her hand and a roiling two foot wide fireball appeared above her palm, yellow sparks scattering across the tabletops as the room was dipped in orange light. "And this, this is the stick."
"Those are both sticks!!!"
Ellaria shrugged and waited for his answer.
The fairy waved her hand in the air and caught the mage's attention.
"Uhm, I- I can take care of this mess later, but uhm, please help them Mage Alger, this was just a magical accident in practice, m-my fault."
"Petal what the hell?" the mage rubbed a hand over his face but seemed to reluctantly gather himself although his shoulders were still tense with anger. "Fine. You know what, I was enjoying my day until now. The sooner I can be done with this and never have to have anything to do with any of you ever again the better."
He strode over to what appeared to be a door height vault set in the wall. All heavy black cast iron with gold filigree rimming it and strange magical runes engraved down its face.
The fairy gasped in the background as he flicked through several dials at the center of it and then pulled a lever on the side of the vault. The door swung open revealing a row of shelves. The shelves were completely barren and empty apart from the middle where a black velvet cushion lay, on top of which was a pair of complex goggles with forty or so hinged lenses.
He reverently picked up the goggles and settled them over his head.
"Mage Alger are you sure? That's our most powerful artefact!"
"Quiet Petal."
He turned and stared in the direction of the Fey, the centaur looked back at him nervously.
"Stay still. This will only take a moment."
The mage pressed something on the side of the goggles and all the multicoloured and glowing lenses hinged up and out of their own volition in succession. Then the mage flinched and they all flicked back down one by one, fwhip fwhip fwip, the lenses cascaded down in front of his unblinking eyes sometimes flashing or sparking as they chopped into place. The mage staggered under the mana drain but managed to keep himself up by grabbing onto a desk.
At last the final lens clicked into place and the mechanical goggles made a long beep and a female voice was emitted.
[No anomalies detected. Subject normal]
The mage ripped the goggles from his head and leaned over the desk shakily, breath coming in gasps.
"The hell does that mean!" said Flora, "How the hell is she fine, have you seen how much she cums?!"
"That is most strange Mage Algar," said the fairy. "I'm sure there is something magical here."
"I don't care what it says, you got the answer you paid for elf. Take you and your friends here and get the hell out of my lab!"
"You gave me no answer mage."
The mage jabbed a finger down at the goggles resting on the table.
"The hell do you think this is? A child's toy? I scanned her for every damned curse and hex and magical malady that I know of! Your centaur friend is either completely naturally like that at this point or…"
"Or?"
"Or there's something wrong with her soul. Guild Mages don't go in for that poppycock you'll have to find some crackbrained fruitcake Soulomancer for that. Now out out out!"
The mage made no qualms about rushing around herding the mess creating intruders from his lab, flapping his hands at them angrily until they were forced to leave.
Fey left cummy hoof prints in her wake to the mage's vexation.