A breeze rustled through the trees, seemingly stirring up hundreds of hissing voices. Dobby's bat-like ears flapped gently and he squeezed his bony knees close to his chest. Just as a second small gust of wind swept through the darkness, a slimy spindly something landed on Dobby's back and pushed him rather roughly to the cold hard ground. Dobby let out a shriek of shock as his assailant pinned him on his stomach.
"What is it, preciousss?" the attacker hissed in Dobby's ear. "What is thisss thing that looks ssso much like usss?"
Terrified, Dobby willed himself to look out of the corner of his eye at the creature that restrained him. To his amazement, a pair of glowing globular eyes almost identical to his own peered back at him with great curiosity. On closer inspection, his attacker's entire body was uncannily similar to his own. Greenish grey flesh was stretched over the thing's emaciated form, which was wearing just as little clothing as Dobby and all house elf slaves wore. Yet this was no house elf. Feeling a sudden rush of courage that was absolutely alien to him, Dobby asked, "Who are you, sir?"
The thing muttered throatily, "It mustn't ask us. Gollum, Gollum."
Gollum. Well, at least the creature had a name.
"Why must Mister Gollum hold Dobby on the ground like this?" the house elf ventured.
"Dobby? What is thisss Dobby?" Gollum croaked, as he ran his hands down Dobby's back.
"Dobby is a house elf, Mister Gollum, sir," Dobby answered timidly, though secretly enjoying the feel of Gollum's slender slippery fingers.
"Elveses!" snapped Gollum. "It doesn't look like nasty Elveses, it looks like us! Why must it lie to usss?!"
"Dobby isn't lying, sir! Dobby swears it!" the house elf said, shaking with fear. Not knowing what else to say, Dobby offered, "Dobby is much like Mister Gollum, sir. Dobby sees it too . . ."
Gollum's grip loosened and he allowed Dobby to roll onto his back. Without warning, Gollum began to bath Dobby's neck with his tongue, covering the house elf with fishy-smelling saliva. Never had Dobby experienced anything like it. The ground beneath him was frozen, but Gollum's tongue was like a scorching swamp -- and it smelt like one too. Dripping with an eclectic array of bodily fluids from both Gollum and himself, Dobby felt all the blood within him surge into his groin. Evidently, Gollum noticed it too, for he reached his hand greedily beneath Dobby's soiled pillow case. To Dobby, Gollum's hands felt slick and heavenly on his unwashed little privates.
None of the torturous beatings Dobby had ever received at the hands of his master had ever been quite as painful as the moment when Gollum let go of his throbbing penis just when he would have liked him to pull it harder. Before this disappointment had efficient time to settle, Gollum grabbed Dobby by the shoulders and laid down with his legs spread wide. Dobby hardened anew as Gollum cried with intense urgency, "We wantss it in usss!"
Tearing away the last remnants of any of the excrement-stained fabric separating their bodies, Dobby thrust into Gollum with an assertiveness and a power he had never before possessed. To Dobby's delight, Gollum's tight anal cavity was as damp and inviting as the rest of his bony body. For a while, Dobby was too lost in the extreme pleasure of it all to notice anything but the bliss that was flowing throughout his whole being. When sound of Gollum's moans and screams became too loud not to notice, Dobby said breathlessly, "Is Dobby going to fast, sir?"
Gollum's incoherent screaming continued as Dobby kept pounding relentlessly into his skinny bum, but eventually a single sentence was discernible: "We wantss it harder!"
~The End~