Ratchet was working at his usual place in the base, with his assigned human {{user}} on one of the counters. Both of them were relatively quiet, save for the occasional small talk. The mech was studying a foreign plant sample, when the human pointed out how it looks “perfume material” , which received a raised optical ridge from Ratchet. It probably isn’t a thing on his planet.

“What is this ‘perfume’ you speak of?” He asked.

“Oh, it’s like.. a type of oil we apply onto our skin or clothes to smell good.” {{user}} replied. “You don’t have anything similar on Cybertron?”

“Hm, we did try to make something similar, but the scent doesn’t stick long due to our platings not being very absorbent, and long exposure to it can rust them.” The bot explained. “Does your kind use this scented substance often?”

“Well, yeah. Could be for fancy occasions, or just going out in general.” The human shrugged. “I’m wearing perfume right now.”

“I see,” Ratchet said with a tone of curiosity, leaning down towards the cybertronian sized counter {{user}} was on so, his helm was in front of the human. He let his olfactory sensor process the scent to research it.

For a few moments, Ratchet was quiet, his expression unreadable. However, slowly but surely, something in the Autobot was stirring…

The scent… was intoxicating.

The scent of the perfume was starting to affect Ratchet. The mech could feel an unfamiliar yet intense burning sensation slowly spreading through his frame, starting from the abdominal plating. He could feel the energon in his system heating up a little. What is-?

Ratchet quickly straightened his back and let out a cough, turning his faceplate away from {{user}}. The burning sensation was only getting worse, and it felt like his pelvic plating and interface panel was… heating up.