It was getting dark, Medic’s body was broken, ribs raking at his lungs with every gasping breath. He only held on for as long as he could to see his best friend one last time. “Archimedes…” He saw white, but it wasn’t that tunnel just yet, his friend heard him; oh their bond was so strong. “My friend…you came,” he weakly smiled, then coughed. He didn’t have to hold on anymore, he could let go of that pain, that white bird that held onto all purity that he once had before all of this, Archimedes was the only one who never changed and always stood by his side. With a trembling hand, Medic brushed the small bird’s cheek…so soft. The white never went away, and the small black eyes of never understanding the end of his master was coming. Medic’s hand dropped, nobody should ever die alone..
Archimedes stared at his master, hoping to hear Medic’s voice high pitched and joyous laugh, even a nipped at his hand and there was no response. Archimedes sat alone, this man was his only family and now he was gone.
The small white creature who never understood death; would not allow it either, he would pull off what no dove could do before,he would bring his master back from the grave just like his master did for his squad mates. Archimedes was always watching carefully, learning through the repetitive process; death didn’t exist, lives could always be saved. With Medic’s body now useless, Archimedes turned to the next greatest creature he admires; a swan; it had beauty, pure grace and it was white like his masters coat when it wasn’t covered in blood. It was perfect. He’d transfer his master’s undamaged head to a swans body. Then they could be happy.
Days passed, even with the held of a few dozen other doves, it was a difficult process to keep working and to keep the enemy at bay. Many doves fell to protect their giant friend. Finally…everything was ready. It was a successful transplant. His master could fly with him, and both could leave this horrible place together.. With wires connected, machines running and a bright blue light radiating, all the doves gathered in awe like they were looking upon a new god. Suddenly, Medic’s eyes fluttered open. The joy didn’t last long. While the birds were distracted by their success, there was a loud crash and slam outside, the infiltrators were here. It only felt like seconds ago that the medic had seen white flash before his eyes..but then, this time…he only saw red.
The medic will always be known for his love of dick. Phallus’s of every shape, color and size, that his how his team repaid him. They weren’t rich, they did what they could. The medic had always been especially fond of the heavy, his was the best of all. In Heaven, Medic flew with his beloved friend, he himself now could fly now. The sky went on forever. Winged phallus’ gracefully flew at their sides. The medic could recognize each and everyone, many repeated due multiple deaths, especially of Spy’s. The Medic laughed joyously, but then he realized something, Heavy’s dick wasn’t there. Was he still alive?. He looked around, suddenly noticing the flying members were crying colors, creating rainbows. Looking down, he watched many swoop down through the creamy clouds which seemed to be coming from a source. The medic did a barrel roll and swooped down to see. And there it was, the Heavy’s dick, it was too large and heavy to fly..it would never fly, but there he would never truly lose heavy again, he’ll always be in the same place, always and forever. he truly was in heaven.
For Jane who has been so busy lately and working her butt off. I have never put so much effort into a gift rofl
MEDIC’S LOVE OF DICK
WINGED PHALLUSES
GIRL YOU ARE HIGH ON SOMETHING BUT I DON’T EVEN CARE BECAUSE THIS IS FUCKING GREAT!
Hehehe I really needed this right now. THANK YOU FARWIN!! ILU! *HUGS* ♥
