Harry spent two days with Aellianne.

Two days just immersing himself into her world - her society, her culture. Her people. He enjoyed it all, just...relaxing and letting her lead him. Letting his own curiosity lead him as well (as it always had). And for those two days, never once was even a single reference made to a night spent on the floor of a small, dark room together.

After those two days, Harry chose to leave her life at last. He really didn't want to take up too much space or time in her life. She told him she wouldn't have cared if he spent the next week hanging around her home - he believed her. But he still decided to go.

In early morning, Harry gave her a hug and a final goodbye before (very unwillingly) focusing his mind on the Apparition point that Rebutia and her friends had made for him on a tree. He reappeared in front of the image, immediately flushing and whirling away from it.

He had somewhere to be now, anyway. A hope, maybe a lucky break.

He wanted to see Jen the Ghaunadan again.

So Harry marched through the forest until he'd found Lynora's inn again, and he waited there - outside.

He waited all morning, watching people come and go.

He moved off into the woods to start a small fire for himself, eat a bit of food - drink some water - before returning to his lone vigil.

After a few hours of not seeing her, he took his chances and actually went inside. He went back to the bar area, sat down at the counter like he had before.

And he kept waiting. Glancing around. He ended up chatting with the bartender, but he mostly kept to himself. Kept watch.

Just when he was about to give up and leave again, he saw her.

Well, he thought it was her...

"Erm, Jen?" he spoke up, eyeing the pile of gliding purple goo that had just entered the bar.

They stopped. An eye formed on the surface, blinking at him. Then it disappeared, and the Ghaunadan rose up into a familiar form indeed. Same figure, same imitative features. It was her.

She smiled at him as she strode toward him, seating herself next to him like their first meeting. "Hi," she greeted. "I wasn't sure I was going to get to see you again before you left - or before I did."

"Yeah - same here," Harry told her, relieved and happy. "I'm set to move later today. What about you?"

"I was thinking I'd move on tonight too," Jen replied simply. "I was hoping I would catch you before then. I'm glad I have."

"Yeah. Me too." He paused, glanced around. Then he leaned in toward her. "Erm, Jen, listen, the owner of this place doesn't really like me - err, she doesn't like humans, that is - so she's probably going to kick me out soon. Especially since I've been hanging around nearly all day this time..."

Jen nodded to show she was listening. She eyed him silently for a long moment. Almost considering. That warm smile still on her face. Then- "Is there someplace else we can go to talk, then?"

"I've got my tent," Harry said. "It's enchanted - it's nicer inside than it looks on the outside. Bigger, too. So, you know...don't think I'd just have us squish together in some tiny little space," he finished with a grin.

Jen's smile widened. Sharpened. "I'm the living embodiment of squishy, Harry; for me that would just be another day."

"Right," Harry blushed, nodding quickly. "But humans can't hold conversations while their limbs are all twisted behind them or- or they're stuck between two rocks. Not too comfortably, anyway... It might be different for you, though."

"When our limbs and our mouths can be anywhere we want them to be, it's not something we ever worry about," Jen responded, a strange undertone to her voice. That smile of hers was getting really... "We just adapt and keep going with the conversation...or activity. We're an extremely fluid species."

Harry stared back at her. Despite how Aellianne had made him feel about not picking up on her constant flirtations, he really wasn't that moronic! He knew what Jen was doing now, here. Okay, maybe because of Aellianne, but that wasn't the point! He shook his head, offering a weak smile in return. "Yeah? Well, um, why don't we- get going and we can...talk on the way? And when we get there we can still talk and...maybe do whatever- erm- activity you can think of."

"I can think of a lot." Jen placed her hand tentatively on his arm, like last time. Then she stood, stepping away. Again, like before. But she lingered this time, just looking at him. "You'll have to lead the way to where you're camped out at."

Harry flushed, rising swiftly. "R-right. Yeah. Of course. Err, follow me..."

"So are you just...able to eat anything?"

As they walked through the woods together, Jen cast him a look that was nearly embarrassed. "So far in my life I've found that to be the case, yes."

"What exactly have you eaten before?" Harry asked.

"Glass, wood, bark, plants - animals like rodents and rabbits - stone and dirt, and I've had bricks before. I've only eaten anything metal a few times before; things I came across made by your non-magical humans," Jen listed off, shaking her head and deliberately gazing off at a distant tree. "Plastic things, too - your people have a lot of them out there. Even out here, away from your cities."

"Yeah, we do," Harry agreed. "So is it- is metal or stone technically...harder to eat versus things like plants or plastic?"

"It is - technically - but not by much," Jen shrugged. It was a bit of a weird one - very clearly forced and awkward, deliberate - leading Harry to believe she didn't have much practice at it. "The energy we get out of it is more or less the same. It's the amount that matters more."

"Yeah but...eating food, animals, they give way more energy to us than rocks or whatever. Why isn't it like that for you?"

Jen shook her head. "I don't really know. Something about our biology. It's very different from yours, in general, or any other species. We're just different in this way too. If I had to make a guess, I'd say magic has something to do with it. My kind is a highly magical species; magic is what makes us able to move and shape ourselves at all. There's never been a single non-magical ghaunadan in history. We're not like you humans: we can't live without magic - literally so."

"You know...you keep saying 'different', but I think I'd call you 'special,'" Harry said quietly. "Your whole- thing- you- it's amazing, honestly. It is! I've never seen anything like it before. But it's- amazing and...even...fascinating. You're...fascinating."

"I fascinate you, then, is what you're saying?"

"Yeah," Harry blurted.

"Thanks. Any more questions for this fascinating subject?" Jen spoke, though from her voice Harry could tell she was teasing.

"Erm, well...I do just have one more question I'd like to sort of ask you. I dunno if it's rude in your culture or...whatnot..."

"I won't be offended - I haven't been yet, have I? - ask it."

"Well, err...when you've met me, talked to me, you- you turn into a human. I mean, obviously not a flesh and blood...but...you look like a really great- human woman-"

"Thank you - I practiced at it for hours when I was younger," Jen interjected lightly.

"-and I was wondering why you do that," Harry finished. "I mean, you have a...you don't have to look like a human, right? You could just...look like a..."

"A blob?"

"Erm..." Harry winced. "I wasn't going to say-"

"No, no! Blob is an acceptable term," Jen assured, laughing. "In my personal experience, blob tends to go hand in hand with other words, like 'cute' or 'adorable', and for us that's at least better than being called 'goo' or 'slime'. Those words are always said like we're something gross or disgusting. Something no one wants around. Assumptions and stereotypes about us running rampant and eating everything in people's homes also leads to us being shunned - but I can assure you that we're just as respectful and well-behaved as any other people."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to suggest anything like that. I mean, I- when I asked about you eating I was just-"

"I know you were just curious," Jen said, grinning slightly now. She patted his arm. "We're adventurers - I know that's true about you. It was innocent and it was cute of you. I didn't mind it."

"Well...okay..." If she thought he was cute...

"To answer your question," Jen went on as they walked. As she now walked...maybe a bit closer to him than before. "Part of changing to look like other species is just to help put others at ease around us - and part of it is to help ourselves to learn to relate to others. And another part is about...making things easier on both of us in general; every other species finds it easier to hold a conversation when they have eyes and a mouth to look at. A face to see. But for us, it's something we're taught from our youngest days. It's a...custom. A sign of respect and consideration for others that we do."

"Right, but, I mean...say you were going to go and talk to a- a goblin or- or an arachne? Would you change to look like one of them?"

Jen smiled. "Yes. To whoever we're talking to."

"Err, but what if you were in a group? Talking to two or three people at once? Or more? What about a party? A crowd?"

Jen looked at him with patience - and a dash of amusement. "We've figured that out a long time ago, Harry. In those situations, the general rule is to spend a few minutes in one form, and then change into another, spend a few minutes like that - and then another, and so on. If we're directly having a conversation with one person over here, and we need to walk over there to talk to someone else, we'll change on the way there for the next person."

"Alright. And- is it - I dunno - tiring to do that? To change all the time? Or is it like breathing, or- lifting an arm or a leg? Or is it more like sprinting a marathon, or exercising real hard?"

"It's usually almost effortless," Jen replied, nodding. "Of course some of us are born with biological problems or deficiencies, where they can't manage their energy or magic very well, so that can lead to the process of shaping being a strain. But it's normally not supposed to be. Sickness can do that to us, too," she added, as if just thinking about it. "If it's a bad case, we might not be able to reshape ourselves, or even hold ourselves together at all. We can just...deflate and become a puddle for a few hours to days. In more embarrassing situations, we can even lose bits and pieces of ourselves, or leak all over the place."

"Humans sort of have that too. We can get so sick we can't do anything except lay around in bed for days," Harry replied. "Hardly lift an arm or even sit up. And in our more embarrassing times, we can puke up our food and things like that."

"Exactly. It's the same kind of problem."

"Well, I'm glad to know being horribly sick is awful no matter what you are," Harry laughed. "It's a real comfort."

Jen laughed with him. "It is!"

As they came upon the clearing, Harry pointed to his tent, just come into view around the bushes. "Here we are. Erm, like I said before - it might look bad from the outside, but that's just..." he flushed, trailing off.

"I want to see the inside, then," Jen said simply.

Harry nodded, and he led her to the entrance, and on inside. He watched her take it all in. Watched her examine the desk, the bed, the table. The floor itself under her feet.

She had another smile on her face. "It looks nice in here. I like it."

"Thanks. Good! Yeah, so...this is my camp, and...now we're here."

"Now we're here," she agreed, amused. "Would you like to see the ways I can shape myself? You're so curious about it, and I'd like to show you. To...sate it."

Harry was not an idiot - but he still wanted to make sure he wasn't. "I don't really...know what I'd even like to see you do there."

"Well why don't we start small. What would you like to see..in a human woman?" Jen suggested. She looked down over her translucent form, and gestured generally. "I can make minor changes as easy as bigger ones. What is it that...attracts you?"

Well, there was confirmation right there. Harry felt relieved he hadn't either completely misread her, or made a giant arsehole out of himself. Or both at once. And he felt...reasonably confident in playing along with her now. It was clear what she wanted now. And he wasn't...exactly opposed to it. She'd fascinated him from the start, and that feeling was only growing. And maybe transforming into something new and different. "Well, erm..."

Okay, so he knew what she wanted to do here now. Great. Confirmed. Good! But his brain was still failing him. So that was...awful.

Jen placed a hand on a hip, her thigh below rippling with motion - jiggling. "A game, then! I'll ask and you answer: Short or tall?"

"Err- short?"

Jen gave him a satisfied look as she strode up to him, looking him in the eyes. They were hardly a few feet apart. "How much shorter?"

"Err- I guess a- just a head?"

"Good, good." Jen nodded. Then she shrank. Her features drew closer together, noticeably, and her face dropped below Harry's. The top of her head was now at his chin, just about. "Next question: More or less curves?"

"Um..." Harry glanced down at her.

She just stood there, looking rather happy with herself. With the situation. With this "game" of theirs. Totally relaxed. And not because she didn't have any bones...or muscles.

"I guess maybe...a bit more?"

Jen nodded again, and again she changed before his eyes. Hips sharpened and stuck out, her waist drew a bit tighter, and her breasts definitely enlarged. Ballooned, really. She flashed him a smile and gave a twirl, allowing Harry to catch sight of a jiggling purple rear that was definitely bigger than it had been during their forest walk here. Her thighs had also gotten a fair bit thicker.

Harry's body reacted to it, his pants growing uncomfortable very quickly. He felt hot again.

"What do you think?" Jen asked, spreading her arms apart.

"You look- totally great, completely- amazing," Harry told her honestly. "I mean, not that you didn't look great before-"

"Thank you. So, how about these nipples?" Jen reached in and grabbed her own chest, bouncing her breasts and letting them go. "How do you like them on a woman? Longer, thinner, shorter? Thicker and puffier?"

"Well..." Harry thought about Aellianne's. And then he thought about Ginny. "L-longer, I suppose? A bit thinner?"

Jen glanced down at herself, narrowing her eyes. Harry observed her nipples changing before his eyes. Small things, details that shifted. "How's this?"

"It's- great, Jen. Really great."

"I'm afraid that's all I can do for you," Jen said, pulling a face of supreme embarrassment. She reached up to pat at her bare head. "I can't do hair - I've never been good at that aspect of shaping. That's too detailed, too fine, too... I'm just by no means a body-sculpting master. Plenty of other ghaunadans out there can make the thousands of thin strands necessary to emulate hair authentically, but I can't. I've tried practicing, but I've never gotten the hang of it. They could even do things like making muscle impressions or...you know, what humans call 'six packs' on their stomachs? Or bulging arms or legs. I can't do any of that."

"I'm sorry." Harry shook his head, stepping in to grasp her arms. "But that's fine with me. You don't- have to worry about showing off any of that to me. If you can't...it isn't some sort of problem for me."

"I'm glad for that." Jen said softly. "It has been a problem for some people before who I...wanted to show off to. Be with the way I want to be with you right now."

Jen's eyes roamed his face, and then she leaned in and got up on her toes and she kissed him.

Harry kissed her back, still grasping her arms. He stroked at them, began to caress her. That warm, humid surface of hers...

And then he let her go, stepping away.

"What's wrong?" Jen asked, frowning.

"Erm...listen, if- if we're going to start doing- that- then I do need to ask you one more really...important question," Harry said, drawing a breath. "And that's this: How- how is this even going to work? I mean, how is it going to be- safe? I'm sorry! But- but- back at the inn the other night, you- you err...ate that glass and just- dissolved it. Things that go- inside you...dissolve. So- so if we were to even try to have...a shag...I'm not too keen on losing a really important part of my anatomy, yeah?"

Jen looked stricken. Then she burst into life and motion. "Oh no, no! It doesn't work like that!" She waved her hands at him, shaking her head furiously. "My biology isn't like that. It's not a passively producing substance; it's not automatic. It's a very specific process that I have to trigger, and I can only trigger it inside my body when I've also formed a special lining around my body. You could think of it as extra thick skin. A stronger wall. When I ate that cup, I created that wall, a- a pouch, where my mouth was. That pouch contained the cup, and it did dissolve it and let me take energy from it, but only because it was in there. It's like your human stomach and its acid. It isn't spilling out onto your lungs or your heart or anywhere else, is it? Because your stomach is a special pouch, too. It's the same thing with me. Otherwise, I could even hurt myself inside."

"I'll show you! Here!" Jen bent down, searching the floor. She plucked up a stray twig that must have come in on Harry's shoes, holding it up for him. "Ok, so if I wanted to consume this, I'd take it into me...like this...and hold it here like this." Harry watched her close her palm, her fingers briefly melding together to absorb the twig. She uncurled her fingers, and the twig was stuck inside her hand. Moving with every ripple of her hand itself. "Then, I'd create my special pouch first...like this." Her hand rippled on the inside, and a slightly darker purple coloration formed inside it. Tinting it. "And then...I trigger the dissolving process." She drew a "breath" of air and narrowed her eyes at her hand; Harry watched her insides bubble, and then the twig dissolved with a sharp hiss of noise. "Now the twig is gone, but the pouch is still there. And as long as the...dissolving substance is trapped in it, nothing outside of it is going to be harmed. Here, let me just...see? I moved it."

Harry nodded, watching the darker purple patch of goo drift up her arm, leaving her hand its normal color.

"Now, trust me, and stick your finger through my hand."

He stared.

"Just push it through. Right where the twig was."

Harry gathered all his courage, and he slowly moved his finger up to touch her palm...and then he pushed, and broke through. Into her insides. Warm and wet and...well, gelatinous.

"Now move your finger around in there. Go on."

Harry obeyed her, feeling a bit embarrassed. Then he withdrew from her.

"See? No harm, because the pouch is still way up near my elbow." Jen told him, waving her arm. "Now, if I reverse the process and get rid of the pouch, the substance will evaporate in a matter of seconds. It's made to do that. Here..." Harry watched the dark purple patch dissipate, returning her arm to a normal color in that spot. "One, two, three - now put your finger up through there. Come on."

Harry did, trusting her, and stuck his finger into her arm where the darker purple color had been just a few seconds ago. He felt...nothing. He still had his finger when he pulled it out again.

"And there we have it," Jen said with a smile. "You're perfectly okay. And you'll be okay wherever you want to stick your penis into my body too."

Harry felt a wash of embarrassment, and shame, too. But he also felt a great deal more reassured now after her demonstration. Though...he still had his reservations.

She seemed to know that. "We don't have to do anything together. Nothing internal, at least. If you want to kiss me or touch me, or if you want me to kiss you and touch you...I'm willing to do that."

Harry nodded, relieved but also...a bit guilty. "Yeah, thanks..."

"It's not a problem," she told him sincerely.

A very naked Harry Potter lay gasping on his bed, flat on his back, due to the wonderful woman named Jen.

Gasping, as he felt her mouth tendrils on his nipples, hard teeth nibbling and tongues flicking around in the mouth cavities. Moaning, as two of her hands were squeezing and playing with his buttocks, while she stroked his dick with a third hand. All while she continued to kiss him with her actual mouth, her eyes gazing into his intensely. Or, was it "main" mouth? Was any part of her really "truer" than the rest of what she had right now? Wasn't it all just- equally her? Equally valid? No distinction mattered, did it? It was all her. No different than how nobody would ask him whether his left hand or his right hand was his "main" or "real" hand.

Again she seemed to have sensed his thoughts. "Sexual versatility is a perk to being amorphous. Of course, it'd be worthless if we weren't also good at multi-tasking, so we're lucky for that too."

"You're amazing, Jen..." he breathed, gazing up at her as she held herself atop him. "I'm close to..."

"Thanks. But I hope you're not too close."

"Er, why?"

"Would you mind if I slipped a finger or two in your ass?"

Harry sort of just blinked at her. "Erm- you want to...?" he began slowly.

"Have you not done that before?" Her working hand on his dick slowed to an idle speed.

"No, never," Harry admitted, flushed.

"I know most asses have-"

"-have a lot of nerves bundled there for a lot of pleasure, yeah," Harry interjected. "I know that, too. I've just...never thought about- well- using that information for...for myself. On myself, rather..."

"So you've done it to others, but never had it done to you?"

"Well, no, I mean- I've fucked a woman in her arse before, but never used my fingers there."

"It won't be too different from that. It'll even be easier."

"Huh..."

"Do you want me to?"

"Well..." Harry really hadn't considered it before. That if it was a valid pleasure for others, then it was just as valid for himself! "Okay," he finally said, blushing hard. "I guess we can give it a try."

"Great. I'll go slow for you - as gentle as I can be."

"Right." Harry nodded up at her. He let her pull him up to sit, and she released him. Her arms, her tendrils with the mouth copies on them. "So...err...how do we- start this? I mean how do we...?"

"Well how did you start off when you wanted to get at someone's ass?"

"Um..." Harry blushed, feeling stupid, and he turned over to rest on his hands and knees. He looked back at her. "Okay, so now...?"

She nodded, and he felt two of her hands spreading his cheeks, then she used her- third- left main...hand...another hand to wriggle a finger in there, to begin stroking up and down his deep depths. It made him shiver. Her fingertip touched his anus itself, and she began to just rub and circle around there. The ring. She tapped her finger to his anus, and he felt a strange sensation there. It felt like he had just let go of his bowels, weirdly. And then she gave a second tap, and he felt a cold liquid splashing against his anus.

"Err, Jen, what all are you...doing back there?" Harry gasped, looking straight on and bowing his head.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just getting you ready for it. To make it even easier, first I cast a spell to relax your anal muscles, and then I used a sexual lubrication charm."

"Errr, and you just- know those spells?"

"I've learned a lot on my own adventures, Harry," she replied, a smile heard in her voice. "I've been with people too. I've had fun with a lot of them. I've learned almost every way possible to make them feel good."

"Oh. Okay." Harry looked back at her, giving her a smile. "Well, err, that's really- handy. Good magic. Could you teach them to me before you go?"

"Of course!"

"Thanks..."

"Are you ready now? I'm going to start to enter."

"I'm ready, yeah. I think."

"All right. You'll want to rest your head now - pull your knees in under you. It will make things easier."

Harry nodded and did as she said, drawing in his legs and leaning forward to put his head against the pillows. He waited a moment. Waited for anything. He shuddered and breathed as he felt her slick wet finger touch him, and then begin to slide up into his arsehole. It was so easy, slick, and it felt absolutely...incredible. She sank more and more into him, until her knuckles touched.

"How does it feel?" she asked him.

"G-great, great, it...wow." Harry breathed, closing his eyes.

"Do you want a moment, or can I start penetrating?"

"You can go ahead and start."

Harry wanted it. A lot.

A surprising lot.

Once she had started, he never wanted her to stop. Her pace was slow at first, then faster and faster, and her mouth tendrils were looping around his body to reach beneath him again, to start sucking at his nipples hard. She bent down and kissed and played with his buttocks while she penetrated him, while a fourth hand deep beneath him grasped onto and began pumping his dick harder than ever.

After a mere twenty seconds Harry moaned and humped at her fist as he began spurting all over the bed, seeing stars and feeling dizzy as hell!

She released him on all fronts, and withdrew her finger slowly. She caressed his butt and back and his head, all separately with her hands, and grasped at his arm with that fourth one. A hand covered in his own ropes of cum, Harry realized.

Harry lay in that position still, breathing ragged as his dick softened and oozed the remainder of cum onto his bed.

Jen rolled him over and lay down beside him, her hand caressing his arm. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Yeah..." he told her softly, entirely honestly. "It was incredible, Jen. T-thank you."

"You're welcome, Harry. I'm glad we got to share this before parting ways."

"Yeah. Me too. Do you think we could see each other again?"

Jen smiled. "Somewhere down the line, yes. I'd be glad to. But I could never say when or where."

Harry nodded. "I could tell you a few places you might find me, if you ever wanted to look. You could just- leave a message or a note or...something, you know? I'd find it, and know when or where you wanted to...meet again. Not necessarily just for sex, either! I mean, you're great to talk to - you could be a great friend!"

She nodded back. "That would work. I'd like to be your friend, too."