Ratchet lay on her berth sound asleep when a figure walked into her room. The only things visible where the glowing blue eyes and double 38's. The figure grabs Ratchet and rips of her interface panel and his. Shoving his large cable into her port harshly raping her. Ratchet let out a shrill  shriek. But the wall where sound proof. Wait hold on. Double 38's on the doors on his back. Smokescreen? 

"Wait Smokescreen why?" whimpered Ratchet.

"Because. I can't do Arcee and there was no other femme until now"

"Why didn't you just ask?"

"Because this will be the one thing I don't have to ask for."

"Please stop!" she sobbed.

"No! Not until I have your word that you are MINE!"

"You have my word."

"Good. and tell no one."  Smokescreen said as he left.

Ratchet did not sleep again that night 

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Sorry this was so short. But it will get better

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