Doomfist entered Dr Ziegler's office.
"Hello doctor." He said, "I'm having a big problem with my fist."
"Hello, Doomfist!" Mercy smiled, "You're talking about your fist, or that big mechanical fist that I'm sure most people wouldn't want to have been inserted into their ass?"
"I'm talking about my gauntlet aaand what the fuck?"
" *sigh* What's the problem with your gauntlet?"
"It got all clunky and difficult to move with."
"Oh!" Mercy got excited, "I've got just a remedy for this problem!"
"Cool, what's that?"
"You need to fist someone with your gauntlet."
"Like, punch them?"
"Noo! Jeez, you don't know what fisting means?"
"I'm afraid I've never heard of this method of healing mechanical arms."
"Let me demonstrate you." And then Mercy took off her pants (Doomfist was like wtf all this time) and proceeded to fist herself with her fist.
"See…? Ugh… this… is fisting."
"Seems… more like a sexual thing, rather than medical."
"Doomfist! Listen!"
"Yeah?"
"Imagine that my ass is a tunnel, and your gauntlet is a train!"
"Umm…"
"Come on, step it up!"
"GOTTA GO FAST THEN!"
AND THEN THE FISTING STARTED. Mercy ended up in a hospital, but with no regrets. And Doomfist's fist wasn't healed, but who gives a shit, m I rite? That was just an excuse for this story anyway.
THE END
Time for a little game, my dear faggy readers. Share this with your friends, and then copy and paste their reaction in a review. Of course, I won't blame you if you're not gonna do it. I myself would never be able to look my friends in the eyes after I'd send them my shitty stories.
Also, just so I remember: the next story will be called Dong-Smearing Adventure, and it will feature our favorite black boi, Lucio. Again. You're free to speculate on what this story will be about, lol.
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