(Word Count: 3059)
Takes place in Volume 5, Issue 18-19

⚠️ Warning!: Contains rape and dark scenes ⚠️

Ratchet was sick of the games the doctor was playing on him. Pharma continued to poke at his curiosity, but honestly he could care less. He watched the crazed mech caress the box that was displayed in front of him, the one object that he kept pestering him on. Pharma wanted him to take part in the game. The reason? Probably to mess with his helm. Anything to make him less of an individual than Pharma himself.

His past ally always tried to better himself over the old doc. To him, he was making progress. His soul purpose only seemed to thrive on overcoming Ratchet's professions. Somehow during the excursion, he found madness. The long term mission he withheld to prove himself had corrupted his mind overtime. Now he was just left with his own thoughts and personal endeavours that drove him into this lunacy.

Ratchet wanted no part of it. He already saw what he was capable of the day he was pulled into his decisive maneuvers at Delphi. There was a point where he cared, only because he was once a trusted friend who worked alongside him. You could even say Pharma looked up to him. But that memory was long shattered, along with everything else he believed in.

Now he was stuck here listening to him gloat on the so called magic that lied behind Luna and the riches Tyrest bestowed upon him. Granted, the shifting hands were intriguing and the science behind it was questionable, but none of that explained why Pharma kidnapped him. The only possible explanation was that he was seeking out revenge for not only putting a stop to Pharma's plans, but dropping him to his death and claiming his hands for a trophy.

"Aren't you curious as to what the box contains? What lies just beneath this sheath of metal?" Pharma tantalised. He gave a gentle knock on it with his servo, enough to make the small clang of metal echo through the room. Ratchet gave him a disconcerted glare. Why did it matter if he said he was interested or not? Pharma would just open it up regardless and make him bare witness to it's contents. He only hoped it wasn't something completely disturbing, but knowing Pharma that was highly likely.

"I could care less what's in that box. My main issue here is how long you plan on keeping me laying on this dissection table like some failed science experiment", he growled in response. The rebel medic was not at all concerned of his state, only that he wasn't cooperating with him.

"Only enough so the suspense cuts through you like a scalpel, the mech cast a sickly grin at him. His optics glowed brightly. They seemed to of lacked any means of sympathy, but more something dark, unpredictable, not to mention sick as his motives were no doubt. If you looked at them long enough, you could start to feel the negativity eat away at you like rust.

"Just show show me already", Ratchet pestered trying hard to avoid the toxic gaze staring back at him with anticipation. Pharma was more than thrilled to hear him admit to his defeat. He only needed to tap the box a few times before it collapsed, opening up like some gift box. When Ratchet was finally able to see what it was hiding, he couldn't be more terrified.

"Look! It's you!", Pharma giggled over the irony. Ratchet was staring at his own body, his altmode specifically, before looking down to see that he was stripped of it. His spark along with the circuitry surrounding it remained in tact, enough for him to still function. He wasn't even aware of his condition until now. He remained at a still reevaluating the situation while Pharma stood back and laughed at the whole ordeal.

"Fascinating isn't it? To think that you can function so well without the need for this husk. A total out of body experience if you ask me", he chuckled under his breath. Ratchet was disturbed in every way. He wanted to lash out, but that's just what the physician would of wanted. He fed off the fear.

"Perhaps, although I'm not seeing the whole purpose of this arrangement as you are", Ratchet responded as if he wasn't phased. He didn't care if Pharma could see through his lying expression. He knew it would piss him off either way. He could already tell that it was affecting him. Pharma cast him a cold glare before returning to his original expression.

"Why, it's to show you this", he glanced down at the vehicle form in front of him. He brought his servo down and gently caressed the surface of it. Ratchet sensed a feeling within him wanting to jerk at the gesture. Did he just... feel his touch?

"Divided and yet never fully separated, your sensors are still connected in a way", Pharma appeared to be talking to himself. His smile bared a hint of fascination as if he had just unravelled this discovery. "As I thought".

Something sinister was going on in that processor of his. He brought out his servo that pretty much served as a multitool now that he could manipulate it into anything of his choosing. Cycling through the choices of scalpels and other medical tools, he brought out a torch and blared it's heat towards Ratchet's body.

"Feel that?", he asked. It was such an odd feeling, almost like his mind was playing tricks on him and that the heat he was feeling was primarily neurological. Pharma eased the flame closer so that it came into contact with the metal. The fire made the affected area glow bright as it's temperature increased.

"Can you feel the heat melting at your flesh?", he asked again only more maniacal. Ratchet winced unable to ignore the burning sensation flaring out from the core of his spark to the tips of his circuits. There was no denying that it was affecting him physically.

He could feel his body starting to sweat under the intense heat being given to it and the symptoms that followed. His systems wanted to respond. The urge to pull away hit him. He felt everything. Ratchet was on the verge of breaking before his aggressor pulled the torch away and retreated it into his arm with a quick swift.

"Alright cut the scrap Pharma", Ratchet retorted. "What are you trying to prove here? That your better than me? You think just because you found all this new technology that your the better individual here? Or are you scared that your skills would never match up to mine?". His insults didn't seem to be getting through to the mech. He was probably lost in his own studies to care.

He watched as Pharma was tampering with something on his body. Although he couldn't get a clear view of what, his touch was enough to unsettle him.

"Do you want to see a trick?", the disturbed medic asked. Ratchet was reluctant on even answering that question, not that he was given time to. A sudden violation of his functions took hold as the vehicle form transformed back to it's former look.

"Why did you-"

"To answer your question Ratchet, I want to state that everything that happens in this medibay is based off my free will. I can do anything I want in here, which is why I'm going to do precisely that". Nothing he said really made much sense. Ratchet was alarmed when Pharma relocated his body to a medical table. He felt his motionless frame hitting against the flat surface. After some readjustment, he wheeled it back so that it was present in front of him. Ratchet tried to analyse Pharma's motives.

"So what, you plan on dissecting my body and make me the audience?", Ratchet spoke perplexed.

"A tempting idea, but no", Pharma answered half paying attention to him. The detached mech was fighting between fear and confusion despite his attitude. Pharma took one look at him and smiled before he trailed his servo towards Ratchet's lower region. "I wonder", he spoke lightly directing the sentence to himself again. Ratchet saw him eyeing something below his waist. He wouldn't.

Not bothering for a consent, he removed Ratchet's codpiece and groveled over the sight of the private content hiding beneath it.

"By the Primes, what do you think your doing?!", Ratchet gasped. Pharma didn't give him an answer. The only thing Ratchet could do was squirm with what little mass he had in his possession as the medic shoved a digit in his port. The sensation was surreal. Being so connected to his body he could have second guesses as to whether or not he was even separated from it.

Pharma's digit pumped in and out of him rhythmically, occasionally curling and twisting inside of him. He groaned shamefully. The arousal was kicking in and he cursed under his vocalizer as his spike was fully erect. Pharma glanced at the pulsing entity flattered by his clear reaction despite how unwanted his actions were. He grinned at the helm with dangling innards in front of him like it was some prize hanging off the wall.

"Squirm all you want, it will have no affect on this form that I'm tending to. You may be able to feel everything i'm inflicting on your body, but in your position you are powerless to do anything", he cackled. Ratchet gritted his denta. He wasn't sure if his first assumption of dissection would be better than this humiliation. He only wished his functioning half could feel independently on the situation instead of falling under the pleasure that his body was receiving. It was disgusting.

"You know what would be even more interesting is if we skip this foreplay. Then the real fun can begin", Pharma's smile spread widely across his face. Ratchet was afraid to ask what he was thinking, but it soon became clear when the mech leaned back and began removing his own cod piece. The only feeling deep and powerful to experience was coming from his spark as it felt like it had dropped.

Pharma had completely lost himself. As much as Ratchet despised the traitor now, deep down in his caring spark he hoped he could coax him back into sanity again. That was his greatest weakness. He cared. No matter how damaged or broken somebody was, he wanted to fix them regardless. That's part of what made him such a good doctor. It wasn't just his ability to adapt to a situation or his steady servos.

Pharma was a valued colleague during their times at the Deltaran Medical Facility. They started off at mutuals, but then a friendship formed between them. That friendship was the reason Ratchet found it so hard to accept the truth once he was betrayed. He stared at the Autobot insignia on the center of Pharma's chassis, wondering how he dared to still consider himself as one of them. As much as he had the urge to act for the greater good lingering in his spark, he had lost all respect for him the day he was taken advantage of, releasing Pharma from that chamber.

"You won't gain anything from this Pharma, I'll tell you that now", Ratchet glared at the mentally challenged mech defensively. Pharma tossed his codpiece aside and gripped the legs presented in front of him, pulling them further apart.

"Sure I will. This is just another way of showing you how much better I am at performing, among other things. Think of it as my... retaliation", Pharma demurred before he violated Ratchet's port with his already swollen member.

"Ahh, frag", he cursed. The sudden intrusion of his port being penetrated overwhelmed his sensors. His immediate reaction had him wanting to rid the filthy presence of Pharma from inside of him, but as the mech already stated, he had no control over his other half. He hung helplessly. His mind tried to scream out for his body to react, to do anything. But this was all one sided. It ceased to function. It looked like some dead corpse laying over the table that Pharma was claiming possession over, only he could feel every thrust and pressure point of digits digging into his thighs.

Pharma stretched his walls so profoundly that he couldn't just ignore it. The mixture of pain and pleasure created separate reactions between his body and where he could actually think for himself. He despised ever second of it no matter how much his body loved it. He could barely look at himself let alone the piercing optics staring back at him, relishing over the experience.

"Are you enjoying this Ratchet? Because I am", he spoke cheerfully. Those words were pretty much an insult in itself. Ratchet refused to play along or answer his pointless questions. He just wanted him to finish and be done with it already. Speaking his mind would only feed the hunger that Pharma sought out the moment he began this foul act. He would rather have the medic cut the life out of his spark than admit that anything about this was enjoyable or anyway acceptable.

"C'mon Ratch, why the poor sport?", Pharma teased. "Don't you just love how good my spike feels in your tight little valve? Haven't had much action have you? I bet your just fighting the urge to scream out my name and beg for more. It would feel a lot better if you just give in". His words continued to pierce through Ratchet's audials like a sharp blade. It irritated him more than anything. Most of what he said in that challenged mind of his was just wishful thinking. But it was true that he was fighting back the sounds that have almost escaped through his mouth. There was a point where a soft moan managed to trickle through his dermas catching Pharma's attention.

"Did my audio receptors deceive me or are you enjoying yourself?", he mocked. Ratchet tried to ignore him and pretend like it never happened, but the medic was persistent. He bucked his hips forcefully into him, making the mech groan. He could see the instant regret form over his face almost immediately after. He knew if he kept pushing further, the Autobot would eventually give in. He wanted to see him break more than anything.

"Are you always this rough with your toys?", Ratchet hissed noticing the change in pace Pharma was making. His insides flushed with waves of pleasure in reaction to the thrusts.

"Only the ones I deem favourable" Pharma sneered as he struggled to keep his composure together. The more he was inside of Ratchet the faster his pelvis moved. The constant thought of overtaking his fellow companion flood his mind, never being fully satisfied. And so he kept pushing into him, hitting into that burrowing heat only to drive him further into madness.

Ratchet found it harder and harder to reject what his body was clearly building up to. The gears and pistons refused to function and yet all the nerves and circuits were reacting like normal. He even had the urge to shiver and twitch to such overwhelming pleasure that Pharma was giving him. His emotions came crashing down, suffocating him.

"Pharma..", he spoke softly but just loud enough to catch the pharmacist's attention.

"What is it old friend? Have you finally decided to pledge your acceptance and admit that I'm superior to you in every way?", he replied. His assumptions over the mech were far too exaggerated. For all he knew he could of just been saying it out of spite just to annoy him. Whatever the case it was working.

"Frag off", was his only response to Pharma's remarks. Ratchet was hit with a series of harsh thrusts after his insult. They triggered something deep within his abused valve. He didn't need to second guess what it was. The problem that he had now was how much he wanted it all of a sudden. The mixed signals being sent to his processor frustrated him beyond belief, both sexually and mentally. His insides twisted and churned in every way. He needed release.

Ratchet was not even given a warning or some cocky remark when Pharma finally took one last thrust in him, contaminating his insides with his fluids. It was similar to the feeling that he had when he was affected by that red rust virus. Toxic. But all of that feeling washed away when he was suddenly hit with the climax his body received.

It was an odd feeling, overwhelming and vaguely tolerable but strange. His body made no movement or evidence of the ordeal. It's almost as if everything was just channelled directly into his spark. That would explain why it glowed brighter when he was met with the surge of pleasure. He may of been the only bot to of reached overload in this state, not that it was something to be proud over.

"As I thought. You really had no self control", Pharma grinned with all his pride. He stared at his own aftermath. One thing that struck him as odd was that Ratchet's body in fact did not react the way he wanted. It was practically pronounced lifeless if not for the pulse he sensed when he was inside of him. With each passing moment he had learned during his experiment, he grew more curious as to how much knowledge he could pull out from his new instrument.

"Are you planning on leaving me detached from my body forever or are you afraid of a real challenge?", Ratchet jested in attempt to irritate Pharma with his disconcern for what he had done.

"I'll stitch you back together in due time, however, I have many other matters I must attend to with your cooperation", he ignored Ratchet's remark and walked over to where his vulnerable half was hanging off the slanted table.

"Like the fact that you haven't removed your hands from my body yet?". The corner of Pharma's optic ridge twitched. He covered up the irritability with a loud cackle, leaning his face closer to Ratchet at an uncomfortable level.

"You know me too well doctor".