"I want you to go to the forest and pick some 'magic mushrooms' for my party tonight." Said Dumbledore. "You know how Minerva and I love the pretty colors. Now, I'm afraid you'll have to transport them past the centaurs very carefully." He pulled a plastic bag from his robe. "You must put the mushrooms in this bag…and swallow it. Whole. When the centaurs search you, they won't find it, see?" Dubledore eyed the house elf searchingly. Dobby shifted uncomfortably. "But…sir…what if the bag breaks inside me?" "Then I send the next house elf." Said Dumbledore simply. Dobby gulped. "Scoot." With that, Dubledore gave Dobby the bag and pushed him into the forest.
The forest was poorly lit, and Dobby was frightened. He moved with difficulty through the branches and thorns of the undergrowth. At last, he broke into a clearing, where he saw the glowing patch of magic mushrooms. He filled the bag with the biggest, ripest ones, and sealed it. He held the bag in his hand, eying it nervously. He gulped and closed his eyes, as he slid the bag into his mouth, and down his throat. "Thank God I don't have a strong gag reflex," He thought. "I wonder what else that could be useful for…"
Dobby was stooped and stumbling as he tried to find his way out of the forest. Where was he? He was usually very good at finding his way. Now it was dark, and he was scared. He tried to go faster, but tripped on a root and fell into a clearing. When he recovered and stood up, he was looking at an angry herd of centaurs. "What are you doing in our forest?" Asked one. Dobby shook with fear. "I was just…gathering…herbs! For the school lunches!" "You fool" replied the centaur. "Don't you know we pee on all the plants in this forest? Besides, we gave you no permission to come. Now, you must be punished." Dobby received a kick in the face. He tried to scramble to his feet, but the kicks kept coming. He was sure the bag inside him would split, and that would be the end of him. But, just when he thought all hope was lost, he heard a very loud, un-centaurish roar. All of a sudden, the kicks ended. When Dobby felt it was safe to look up, he saw the centaurs running away in panic. He was then lifted by something immense, and looked up to see something…wonderful. It was a giant. His face was enormous, stupid-looking, and…beautiful. Dobby thought the bag inside him must have burst, either that or…he was in love. "Dobby", said the beautiful giant. His huge hand easily caressed Dobby's entire body. Dobby looked down to see that, during his beating, his little house elf loincloth had been ripped off. This, he knew, would be an exciting night.
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Grawp spun Dobby around. Dobby was shivering with excitement. Slowly, Grawp inserted himself into Dobby's waiting hole. The pumping began. "Oh, Grawp!", squeaked Dobby, "You're better than Kreacher AND Snape!". The pumping became faster, faster, faster. With a roar that shook the trees, Grawp reached climax. Cumshot everywhere! Dobby was not long after, squealing as his green skin shivered appreciatively. "Wow," said Dobby, "This forest truly is…magical."
Dobby was back in Dumbledore's office, holding a stained plastic bag proudly in his hand. Dumbledore looked at his complex wizard watch. "Wow, that was fast," Said Dumbledore. "Most house elves take hours of straining." "Well," replied Dobby with a smile, "I was already fairly…open." He and Dumbledore exchanged a passionate kiss, for no apparent reason.
END…for now!