It was a cold March day at Hogwarts, where Ronald Weasley was in a potions lesson. Suddenly, just when Ron was on the brink of orgasm, due to his immense boredom, with the sound of click, Dobby appeared. 'Shalom my master' stated Dobby, 'do you want a potion?'. Ron tilted his head, intrigued, and let Dobby continue: 'I will give you my love potion, for a small fee of 1000 Rupees.' Ron quivered, and replied 'but, I don't have any herpes'. Dobby considered this before deciding that Ron will have to instead pay him with his ginger blood sausage. Hermione, who overheard this conversation, interjected. 'Stop, stop, stop. It's SausaRge, not Sasoooge'. 'Mione continued to touch her hot bean, to the rhythm of the muggle tune Seven Nation Army. Dobby subsequently ripped off his rag, to unveil his mighty shlong, which resembled a baby's arm grappling an apple. 'Patronus my arse you ginger cunt!' exclaimed Dobby. Ron immediately removed his ginger pube wig to reveal a mass of tiny, little penises scattered across his forehead. Ron began to head-but Dobby's anal repeatedly. 'TaKE THEM ALL' he screamed. Hermione was so wet by now that Snape slipped on her juicy, kebab releases. '10 points from Gryffindor' stated Snape, while licking his cum riddled fingers.
Dobby reached round as he was being rammed; Dobby reached for Ron's wand and shoved it fiercely up the ginger's arse and shouted 'Lumos!'. Ron's arsehole shone brighter than a Christmas Tree. 'Bloody hell!' he groaned, as his cocks were trapped in Dobby's barbed wire of an arsehole. Dobby UFC flipped Ron onto his stomach, flat across his potion's desk, and stuck his Cumberland up his arse. By this point, Hermione's body was a mere 5% fluid: she was a ghost of what she once was, but nonetheless had never been more satisfied, in her twelve years of life.
The potions class was now fully woke, aware of the dirty scenes which were occurring in their presence. Neville, so aroused, combusted: his eyes exploded, releasing sex pixies which began fucking the rest of the class. Tension in the room was now heavy, everyone knew Ron was close to orgasming.
Suddenly, Dobby stopped.
The room was silent.
Dobby slowly and sensually pulled out a dirty, old, filthy sock, and shoved it down Ron's gagging throat. 'I knew that would come in handy', smirked Dobby. Dobby then began to thrust, more rapidly and intensely than he had ever performed the sex before. Ron, barely gasping for breath, tightened around Dobby's battered sausage, and as he reached his climax he screamed 'DOBBY. IS. FREE.'.
At the sound of this, Dobby splurged. The potion's class gasped as the pixies flew out of their rectums; Dobby's pleasure juices were all over Ron like a tramp on a bag of chips. Sweating, Ron took his final breath, and muttered… 'don't. assume. my. gender…'.
Dobby removed his flaccid wet sock and cock combination from Ron's crevices. Dobby disapperated back to his UFC training block. Dobby, after some intense, well needed, exercise, was now ready to take on the wet Floyd Mayweather.
The world was at peace once more. The only evil that remained, the only hole left to be conquered was God's himself: Shrek. Shrek is love, Shrek is life.