Author's Note: No Harry isn't the one getting fisted lol (yet). Bane quote meme: Now's not the time for fisting - that comes later! xD

End of AN!

After packing up his tent and saying goodbye to Jen one last time, Harry walked through the forest in the direction he was sure Nisi's home was.

He just sort of wanted to see her one last time, too.

Say a proper goodbye to another...another maybe friend he had made out here.

After several minutes of walking, Harry was sure he had either passed her specific tree, or he had gotten lost completely.

He was all ready to give up - with a great deal of aching in his heart - when he saw the bushes move and heard the sound of unmistakable hooves.

Harry turned, and he stared, finding...really what he had been expecting.

And she stared right back.

A centaur. A female. Centauride, he remembered the term from Hogwarts...or "centauress", being the more colloquial term he'd heard slung about for them.

This one looked his age, just about.

"Hello," he said lightly. He didn't exactly have great experiences with centaurs, save for one - Firenze.

She stared at him some more, clutching her hands to her chest. A naked chest of small, perky breasts, pale skin adorned with freckles. Then she turned and darted away, her messy, long blonde hair fluttering.

Harry marveled at how she just disappeared like that, really.

The woods could just...swallow you up right and good.

Harry wasn't quite ready to give up on Nisi, so he continued on. Resolved, at least, for another...he gave himself ten minutes more.

As he walked, he'd hear bushes, telltale sounds.

Again he stopped, and turned, and there she was, peering at him from behind a branch of leaves hanging low. This centauride - or ess, whichever.

"Do you need something?" he asked calmly.

She looked at him. Looked down and away. Her face flushed. She shook her head.

"Okay. Well. Um...what's your name? I'm Harry. Harry Potter. I was just camping nearby, and now I'm trying to find my way back to a friend's home. An arachne's den - her name is Nisi."

The centauride stared at him some more. Then she finally spoke, in a small, wispy voice that hardly carried. "I'm...Phinothea."

"It's nice to meet you, Phinothea. You wouldn't happen to know Nisi, would you?"

Phinothea shook her head again.

"Oh. Well, thanks anyways." Harry paused, turning to walk before stopping short. "Do you want to just walk with me instead of sneaking after me?" he said, amused. "We could talk that way, at least. Get to know each other."

Phinothea looked stricken. Like he had just asked her a huge favor. Or an insane request. She dithered, her hooves scraping the dirt. Then she turned and ran again, her tail swishing behind her. A beautiful tail of long, shimmering strands of lightest yellow.

Harry couldn't help but notice her powerful, shapely rear end as well beneath that tail.

After several more minutes of walking, when Harry was just on the verge of giving up finding Nisi again, the centauride spoke again!

"Have you seen any dragons in the sky?" she asked.

Harry stopped, turning.

Harry had just been about to finally, really give up on finding Nisi, true, but he supposed there wasn't really any rush to Apparate out of this forest, was there? He had no pressing business, no time limit, no deadline, he reminded himself again. What was the harm in staying a few minutes more to talk with this girl? This centauride?

"Um, no, I haven't seen any dragons around," he replied, shrugging. "Why?"

She pointed up into the sky. "There's been more of them than usual flying by this forest. Sometimes they've stopped and landed on the outskirts, and they talk to us."

"Err...they talk?" That was new. As far as Harry knew, dragons didn't talk. They weren't, well, sapient or anything. Or were they...? People thought snakes weren't sapient either, but Harry knew that was wrong.

"Yes..."

"Oh. Okay."

"They keep going that way." She turned to point toward a distant, rising mountain peak surrounded by others. "There must be a lot of them there by now..."

Harry eyed the distant mountain, his curiosity piqued. His sense of adventure. Talking dragons out of the blue? That was a real mystery waiting to be solved. And if he could go back and tell Kingsley and the Ministry about whatever he discovered...he could also do some good in the process, he thought.

"Good to know," he told her, smiling. "Thanks."

Harry honestly had no idea how this one had happened.

They'd been talking about her family and her "herd", and then she'd been asking him about his life and the war, and the Ministry, and then...

Then this shy centaur girl had gotten the courage to speak up about him eyeing her arse, and had gotten even more courage than that to tell him she wouldn't mind letting him "have it".

Harry honestly just...went with it at this point, pushing his pants down and taking out his hard-on.

The centaur girl trotted around him and put her rear to him. She scraped a front hoof and bowed her head, arms clutching to her chest. "I'm...not sure how much you'll get out of this. Your penis is a lot smaller than most centaur men. Even the smallest."

"Thanks," Harry said dryly. "Why don't we just see how it goes, okay?"

"Ok." She blushed, nodding. She hunkered down and upturned her arse to him, strong and beautiful and that ring of dark flesh. And below it, the pale, dripping pair of lips she had...

Harry stepped up and clasped her arse, stroking and squeezing at her. He leaned in to kiss her, then to kiss her oozing centaur vagina. He ran his tongue across her, up and down it. He touched with his fingers, pressing, circling. Rubbing. Then he drew his wand and aimed it, and cast the spell he had learned from Jen; cold white lube flowed out of his wand to splash against Phinothea's centaur vagina. He stroked her more, wetting his fingers, and pressed a finger into her. Then another. A third. A fourth. Over time, minutes. Then, at her insistence that he "really wasn't doing much", and her suggestion on what he should try doing for her, he began pushing his hand into her. He stopped several times, asking if she was okay. She told him she was just fine. So he pressed on. Sinking his hand into her, down to his wrist until he disappeared in her!

"Wow," he marveled. He had his fist in her vagina and she was just - fine with it? He supposed he was really coming to accept now that plenty of other species and cultures didn't see sex as some special, intimate thing. But just something to do because it felt good - because you wanted to do it with someone to bond. Like playing a game of chess or Exploding Snap, or doing any other activity together. Arrig had opened his eyes to this world, this idea, with her own casual attitude toward this- well- "casual" sex with people. A fun thing to just...do with people you met and liked. And he thought he was really liking it too.

Harry fisted Phinothea slowly and deeply all the same, going faster when she asked until she gripped his wrist so hard he thought she'd suck his whole arm in - or snap his wrist! Then she began gasping and bucking on her forelegs as her tail swished madly and smacked Harry in the face pretty good, and she collapsed to the ground again in a heap. When her strong arse sank down, she dragged Harry down with her by virtue of his arm still being buried into her vagina's depths. He almost fell over completely onto her rear!

He slowly steadied himself, and then slowly and carefully worked to...extricate himself from her. She quivered and groaned as he did, and he asked her if she was okay a dozen more times before he had exited her completely. He found his arm was just...completely dripping and soaked. And with its removal from her vagina, her great entrance began oozing buckets of liquid that drained down her back legs and pooled all over the ground. It created a puddle that surrounded Harry's shoes. A sparkling liquid of silver, curiously.

Harry wiped his arm furiously on his pants and shirt, then casually (and embarrassedly) flicked his wand to clean his shoes and vanish the puddle away. He patted and stroked at her strong butt, feeling her quiver under his touch.

"Are you okay?" he asked her again.

She looked back at him over a shoulder, face flushed and shining. She nodded. "I'm OK, thank you...I'm just really tired now and I can't use my legs."

"That...sounds worrying."

"It will pass soon. It always does."

"Erm, well..." Harry strode up past her flank and sat down next to her. "I'd feel terrible if I just left you down in the dirt like this, so...I'll just stay with you till you can walk again, okay?"

She looked at him in surprise, blushing again. She smiled shyly. "That's sweet of you. Everyone says human mages are nothing but trouble, but you're nice...and not too bad at sex."

"Errr, thanks." Harry blushed too. "I just- did my best for you. Listened to what you wanted from me."

Even if he had had to use his whole arm for it, he was glad he'd made her feel such a great pleasure.