"Grow a spine mage boy, it's just a giant throbbing horse cock."
The mage glared at the floating gnome.
"Do you have anyone who might know what's wrong with her?" asked Ellaria.
The mage seemed to gather his shattered professionalism off the floor and reset himself.
"...We do have an expert in magical maladies who may be able to help…. For the small fee of two hundred silver."
"Two hundred!? That's absurd! You can't expect anyone to pay that!"
Fey whimpered uncomfortably behind her, her hips shifting trying to find a position where her balls weren't quite as tight, and failing.
Ellaria glanced back and grimaced.
"Not two hundred. One hundred."
"One hundred seventy five."
"One hundred five."
"One hundred and seventy and no lower."
"One hundred and five or I'll tell all of my elf friends that the mage guild in this town is a pile of garbage not worth bothering with and none of them will come here ever again. You know elves live centuries right? Word of mouth is ten thousand times more deadly with elves than other species, you'll lose so much money in the long run."
"You wouldn't dare. That's just not done!"
"You want to risk it? This is potentially my friend's life we are talking about here. Don't push me," said Ellaria, raising an eyebrow and looking down her nose at the mage.
The mage tried to read her stone cold confident expression but whatever he saw it didn't help him. He relented.
"Fine. One hundred and five out of the kindness of our hearts and to save the innocent eyes of passersby from your friend's protrusion."
"Excellent!" beamed Ellaria.
"The band's savings…" murmured Fey worriedly as Ellaria pulled a large bag of coin from her dimensional bag and handed it over to the guild employee.
She followed after the elf as she and the mage left the entrance area of the guild. She found herself trotting down purple carpeted passageways until they came to a door with a sign on it that read:
Mage Alger, High Class Sensomancer
The grey-haired mage left them outside. Ellaria knocked at the door. After a moment the door swung open of its own volition and the band wandered through.
Inside they found a lab filled with glass vials, various large lenses, eyeglasses, and oddly shaped telescopes. There appeared to be no one there.
"Ah, classic Guild Mage, can't even be bothered to be around to be useful."
"Maybe they went out of lunch or something?" said Fey.
"Guild Mages are always out to lunch," said Flora, peering through a violet tinted lens that made her face huge.
"Please take care around the equipment. It is very expensive and I doubt you would be able to afford to replace it," came a voice.
Fora blinked and looked around to see a blonde-haired fairy with pink eyes fluttering in the air beside her. The fairy was tiny, only eight inches tall and was wearing a tiny white robe.
"You're the mage we're here to see?" said the gnome raising her eyebrows at her fellow flier.
"Ahem, no, not quite. I'm Mage Alger's assistant. You may call me Petal. What is it exactly that you are looking to have analysed?"
"My friend's dick."
The fairy froze up and nearly fell out of the air, her wings flapping frantically to keep her aloft. Flora laughed at her struggle.
"Y-you have a strange sense of humour gnome. Please take this seriously, a mage's time is valuable."
"Whoever said I was joking dinky doll?"
Flora turned and pointed to Fey, the fairy followed the line of her finger to Fey's penis and her mouth flapped open.
"Who the hell let you in here like that?!"
Ellaria narrowed her eyes at the fairy. "We paid good money to have our friend looked at, she has a serious condition, perhaps life threatening. She was transformed from her natural entirely female state to this unknown state. She needs help, now are you going to help us save our friend's life or are you going to return the two hundred silver I spent getting this appointment and accept the black mark on your reputation, or worse?"
"Uh, s-sorry, if it's that bad I can take a look while we wait for Mage Alger to return. He shouldn't be long but I can help things along by running some of the more basic tests."
"Perfect."
Fey trotted forward and the fairy looked at her warily before she seemed to gather herself.
"First things first I suppose, I'll check for any dangerous curse based emanations."
Flora blinked. "Wait what do you mean emanations? Are you saying that Fey could be hurting us?"
"Potentially yes. There have been curses known to make people around the cursed person become slowly sick and eventually die."
Flora took a dramatic swoop away from Fey.
"Wha- no it can't be!" said Fey worriedly, her hooves dancing on the floor out of nervous energy.
The fairy lifted her hands placatingly. "Please, calm down, stuff like that is vanishingly rare, I am only checking first for safety concerns."
"R-right," said Fey trying to control her fretting.
The fairy moved amongst the various instruments arranged across the desk and counters of the lab until she came upon one with a trio of black nearly opaque plate sized lenses on adjustable arms. The fairy pushed them around until they were aligned and pointed toward Fey and then hovered behind them and peered through the set, her chin resting in her hand.
"Hmm. Seems there is nothing to worry about, not even a smidge of anything problematic."
The centaur let out a sigh of relief.
The fairy flew down to a desk and pulled open a drawer. She dove inside and pulled out a multi lensed magnifying glass that was nearly as large as she was. She handled it well showing her surprising strength for her body size.
"I, uh, I have to get a little closer for this."
"That's fine, please just figure out what's wrong with me."
The fairy zipped up to Fey's side and began fiddling with the glass, pulling different lenses across and peering through them. It took a little while, and as the minutes passed the fairy slowly drifted closer to Fey's barrel until she bumped into it and jerked back with a small noise of surprise.