Warnings include: Non-Con, and the uncomfortableness continues.
"Must you keep this…obscenity on display?"
Jack's optics snapped open, that grating voice bringing him out of recharge. His frame seized up-when had he gone into recharge? All he'd done was stare up at the ceiling, but his lack of energy reserves must have forced him into resting. And he could already feel a bit more awake, but seeing Starscream staring at his valve made him wish he weren't.
The other hated voice replied, calm as ever while in the background Jack heard typing, "The specimen does not wish for me to touch him." The words felt like a slap in the face. Shockwave was going to keep doing it anyway, so why did this matter other than to spite him?
Jack snorted. And he thinks he's above such petty emotions. The action unfortunately drew the attention back on him, and Starscream crossed his arms as he glared at him. "What is it now?"
The seeker's wings hitched aggressively for a moment. "Simply being alive is reason enough to hate you, but I find your primitive equipment both disgusting and sad." Starscream just looked disgusted though, grimacing as his servos ghosted over his own pelvis. "To think that we at one point in some ancient time were like you." He sneered.
Jack furrowed his ridges. Did…he really just hear that? Was he delirious from lack of energy? Was it the trauma of what Shockwave had put him through? And when Jack glanced at the scientist, he couldn't stop himself from flinching as he saw the mech was staring impassively back at them. Immediately focusing on the screen behind him, Jack saw the odd tower blueprint, only this time there were indecipherable glyphs lined up along the base and strange raised edges running over the design.
"You-" Jack was honestly both confused and angry, but anger won out "-you can call me an animal when you have the same junk between your legs?!"
"That is incorrect. Ancient Cybertronians may have held your similar equipment, but we do not need it, or our sparks, to create a sparkling." Shockwave explained dispassionately.
Starscream huffed, jutting his chin up arrogantly. "We evolved beyond needing to rely on such invasive and time-consuming," he grimaced, "methods to reproduce. Most Cybertronians that came from the Well only retained shadows of those dark ages over time; a slit or a useless pocket."
"Then why are you still speaking to me like I'm some kind of dumb animal?" Jack demanded. The nerve of these hypocritical-
"Because you are." Starscream snapped. "This," he gestured to the spread valve, "is proof enough that you're still little more than an organic in a mechanical form."
Jack scowled at him, but slowly smiled viciously. "If you believe that, then I guess Predaking kicking your aft all the time means you were upstaged by a 'filthy organic'."
The seeker shrieked, his claws set to strike before Shockwave yet again stopped him. Starscream glared at him. "Quit doing that!" he wrenched his wrist free, flexing his talons. "Let me tear out his vocalizer at least-he won't need it and it would be a fitting homage to our fallen leader!"
Jack snarled; how dare he bring Bumblebee that way. He wished his servos were free just so he could tear his wings off and see how he liked it.
"You will not interfere with this project." Shockwave sounded as impassive as ever, but the way Starscream jerked away from him caused Jack to feel suspicion forming in his spark. "I have only sought your assistance with little other options, as the specimen is defensive and you would easily rise to his baiting."
Starscream's denta grounded together. "Then why don't you mute his vocalizer?"
Shockwave turned away, ignoring the question completely. "Have you gathered up enough silicone to further along the protoform construction?"
Starscream huffed. "Yes, but isn't his body supposed to do all the work?" he asked with a derisive glare in Jack's direction. "Why use him as an incubator if you're not just going to let…" he paused, his wings twitching as though he were trying to find the right words, "nature take its course?"
The words though sunk in for Jack differently. They…they didn't need him? But…but then…why… Jack furrowed his brow, panic setting in as he couldn't tell anymore about what the hell they were talking about.
"Nature can be improved." Shockwave's voice cut through Jack's thoughts and the Predacon flinched. "I used the silicone to create Predaking's base form. It allowed for detailed analysis and observations, which I shall repeat with these new Predacons."
Starscream crossed his arms, expression dubious. "Oh? And how do you expect to control them? After all, you failed with Predaking."
"This will not fail because I now know what I must do." Shockwave said evenly. "Bring in the silicone and CNA samples; I will finish prep work for the inseminator."
Starscream rolled his optics and departed, leaving Jack with the fear and panic of this is really happening-he's gonna do it running through his head.
"Y-you don't need me!" Jack called. He shuddered when Shockwave stopped on his way back to the computer, and looked at him. "If you have actual incubators why don't you just use it instead?"
Shockwave was silent for a moment. "It appears I have not made it clear enough for you, so I will speak plainly. I have no need for incubators, because now I have you. After your insemination takes, I will document the proceedings of genuine Predacon gestation by opening your abdomen plating and monitoring the progress of the protoform."
Jack stared at him, his servos clenched. "How can you be so calm about this? How can you not act like what you're doing to me is wrong?"
"Right and wrong are mere labels. For my kind there is only advancement, for yours there is only survival." The scientist replied. "Why do you think Predaking chose you even before your conversion? Why do you think he grew possessive of you? Why do you think he foolishly caused your early transformation? You were the only viable Predacon to be bred, and his instincts told him to claim you."
Jack gritted his denta, squeezing his optics shut as he wanted nothing more than to be anywhere but here. Everything Shockwave said was true, and Jack hated to even admit it. It made him feel even more disgusted. But...he's not completely right.
Venting deeply, Jack glared at the mech. "On the ship before you captured me, Predaking was told he could take me to his kennel. And I admit it; I thought he was going to rape me. But you know what? He didn't." his tone became firm and resolute. "Predaking was just as disgusted with the idea as I was, so don't you dare try and tell me again how he was just an animal."
For one, glorious moment, Jack hoped that his argument had finally shot down anything Shockwave could retort with…only to have exactly that happen.
"No matter how altruistic you believe Predaking's actions towards you were in his final moments, it does not erase that everything else beforehand had been to satiate his own desires. Would you have believed Knock Out could act with no ulterior motives had he been the one to help you?"
Jack's denta were clenched so hard again his jaw started to hurt. He couldn't shoot back with anything that didn't contradict him. If he said that the two situations were different, it would mean admitting that Predaking was still an animal, still far enough removed from 'Cybertronian' to imply that he and Knock Out had differing levels of intelligence.
Wait…Jack blinked, his jaw loosening as he realized he'd found his out. "You just said Knock Out and Predaking were the same mentally." He smiled darkly. "So which is it? Are we all Cybertronians or are we all just animals?"
Shockwave didn't reply, but Jack's smile widened when he could clearly see the mech's frame tensing up. He grinned and rubbed salt in the wound.
"You might act smarter, but you're clueless as to how living beings actually think and feel."
"And you have severely overestimated your worth."
That was all the warning Jack got before powerful shocks rocked through his frame. He screamed, his body convulsing as everything faded to black…
"Ah!" Jack screeched, optics snapping wide open. He grinded his denta down to keep himself from screaming as a splitting pain erupted in his not-stomach. Creaking metal rang in his audios and he clenched his fists tightly as he tried to work through the pain.
What happened-that's right, Shockwave hit me with another volt. Oh no, he's ripping my stomach open again-why does he need to do this? Doesn't he know what anesthetic is?! Jack gasped when the pain stopped being blistering and dulled to throbbing. He braced himself, and looked down at his abdomen.
His stomach plates were open, held out and kept in place by a clamp between the base of the chamber, allowing the inner workings of his emergence chamber to be on full display again. Jack realized in that moment, if the plates were kept open, he would be able to see the development too.
Jack knitted his brows together and his expression became anguished. "Do they need to be open?"
Shockwave didn't answer him. He stuck one digit to the protoform, and Jack flinched as the thin mesh bent pliantly under the weight. Jack morbidly likened the protoform to some kind of jelly, especially when the digit left and the mesh wriggled lightly and stiffened back into place.
"It is malleable, and it will make modifications easier to accomplish." The mech said and without sparing Jack a glance, he walked over to his computer.
The Predacon glared at him. "What are talking about? What modifications?" Still there was no reply. "Answer me, damn it!" he snapped, but without missing a beat Shockwave pressed down on the electrical remote. Jack gritted his denta. When the shocks passed, he leaned back onto the slab, frowning up at the ceiling.
Jack's frown slowly deepened, as when the pain of his stomach plating being torn open settled to a dull ache, he shifted-and blinked. What…? Jack wriggled again, his brows knitting together once more as he realized something was different. He tried to close his thighs, but the stirrups kept them open…and yet Jack finally understood what was off. I can't feel that fluid under me…Jack's optics widened, and he bit his lip as he felt his closed valve pulse.
Relief mingled with disgust. He took the speculum out-about damn time. It did make him uncomfortable- as in the fact Shockwave cleaned him while he was unconscious shook him to his very core.
Footsteps caught his attention, and Jack narrowed his optics as Shockwave walked over to the cart at the foot of his slab, this one with a large container filled with thick transparent fluid that glimmered in the lighting. A comparatively small canister lay beside it, the murky liquid startling familiar. The third was a bizarre object, with a long, wide shaft that ended in a rounded tip and along the sides small bulbs protruded out.
Jack didn't know why it unsettled him to see it, only to recognize that it bore a striking resemblance to the blueprints…he'd…spotted on…the screen… Fear wormed its way into his spark, twisting his not-stomach. "What is that?"
"The inseminator."
"Yeah, I was afraid of that." Jack muttered, tensing up when Shockwave paused and looked at him. "You…you are going to stick that through my stomach, aren't you? That's why my stomach is open, isn't it?" he couldn't stop the fear from showing on his face, as the more he talked the more he realized just what this object resembled.
And where it actually would go.
"No." Came the flat, blunt answer. That simple word though was enough to make Jack's not-stomach drop, and his tail once more curled up to protect his groin. Shockwave didn't bother to move it as he focused back on the cart.
Jack's neck strained painfully, forcing him to reluctantly stop watching him and laid his head back. He glanced down, but from the poor angle all he could really hear was a quiet pop and the sound of liquid being poured into something-that thing-and Shockwave using a syringe to suck some of the silicone out of the container before injecting it into that thing. There was another pop, before a snick followed and with it came the sound of metal sliding open. Jack bent his head further, but he could not see what the mech had done before once again Shockwave stepped between his legs.
Jack growled at him, but that was before the servo was on his thigh. He tensed up when his leg was pushed in, the magnetizer sliding along and Jack grimaced as his joints ached from being kept in this position for so long, his knee still throbbing as it jostled. Jack glared balefully at Shockwave as his other leg was adjusted, but terror struck his spark as the mech held his inner thighs and pushed them further apart.
Jack sucked in a sharp breath as he could feel his valve opening back up, his hips aching in protest. "What-" he grimaced, wincing "-was-the point-of taking out-the-speculum-if this-was going to-happen?" he rasped out.
"The speculum would have impeded insemination. The tool's edges would break the inseminator's bulbs to stimulate your pleasure nodes, and it is optimal that your body be primed for mating to increase the chance of gestation."
"Wha-ah!" Jack screeched as without warning two digits swiftly entered his valve. He snarled as he felt them immediately seek out the cluster on the wall. Jack gritted his denta as he felt his valve once more throb and his tail be pushed aside. "Get-your-fingers-out-of-me!"
"You are resisting again." Shockwave noted, and Jack glared at him.
"Of course I am!" he snapped, flinching as a thumb sneaked in and began to stroke his soft nub. "Nothing you-dooo-will make this not-wrooong!" he growled. "Even you must-haaave-some morals!"
For a moment, the stroking mercifully stopped. Jack felt his spark beat wildly in his chest, sucking in a large breath of air. He knew instinctively the gesture was pointless now in this form, but the fact he could find something to anchor his slowly cracking bravado was better than nothing. Was better than focusing on his suffering.
"For there to be any progress, boundaries must be crossed. Morality is an inhibitor that keeps advancement at bay. For you to try attempting to appeal to my ethical side draws me to the conclusion you are growing desperate."
Jack squinted, snarling at the mech scornfully. "Do I look desperate to you?"
"You do not," Shockwave admitted, "but you have shown fear. Had you willingly allowed yourself to accept Predaking's foolish platitudes and presented yourself after your transformation than outright attacking him, you would not be currently strapped down and forcibly inseminated."
Jack couldn't stop himself; his jaw dropped and his optics widened. That…that… He just said, Jack thought incredulously, that I should have let Predaking rape me? Fear twisted in his spark, deep and it infected every inch of him."You're…" Baffled, Jack couldn't think of anything to say.
Then rage flooded through him. "You're fucking sick!" he snarled. "And here I thought you couldn't get any worse!"
All it got him was an already blank stare. And then the digits began to move again.
Jack gritted his denta, twisting his arms as he tried to pull the restraints off. His wrists ached, and he was angry he didn't have enough strength to even claw at the slab anymore or care about his still sore stomach plates. The constant pressure on his interior node made it hard to think straight, and Jack's not-stomach lurched as he felt the wetness begin to seep through his valve. He cringed as his anterior node hardened under the stroking.
"Your body has activated its mating protocols. The insemination will now commence."
Jack furrowed his brow with suspicion than relief when Shockwave removed his servo-only to immediately grip the slab and pull himself up. "What do you think you're-?" The fear gripping Jack's spark clutched tighter, its hold so strong that Jack wondered if it was going to give out.
The mech's pelvic plating had clicked back, which Jack distressingly realized had been the sound from before, and hanging between his legs was the bulbed inseminator, filled with silicone and the CNA. It was rigid, attached to a circular pocket in the center of the pelvis, and Jack tried once more to close his thighs, straining against the rope as everything began to make horrifying sense.
'Inseminate you as a Predacon would' rang through his head, and Jack struggled to wriggle back as Shockwave came closer inch by inch…until Jack felt the tip of the…the inseminator brush over his anterior node. Jack kept his mouth shut, refusing to allow a moan to slip out by accident.
"How?" he demanded through gritted denta. "You can't do this!"
"Starscream mentioned how the shadow of the ancient Cybertronians resides within these outdated modifications, but what he failed to elaborate on was the exact nature of them." Jack was both furious and terrified by how calm Shockwave could still sound, even while it became increasingly clear that he was nothing more than a bigger hypocrite than Jack originally thought.
He was always going to do this, wasn't he? And he can still say that I'm the animal? He thought bitterly as the mech continued speaking.
"Due to modern Cybertronian development, all that remains of a spike is the pocket space located on our pelvises. I made measurement of your valve's elasticity to accommodate the spike I had designed for the insemination process. For the purpose of this experimentation however, I modified the sensory wires that would have long been dormant within my own frame to activate along the connection in where my socket and the spike are locked in."
With each word, Jack's undisguised disgust and horror only grew. "Wh-what purpose does feeling what you'll be doing accomplish other than getting off on my suffering?!"
"A true Predacon mating ritual." Jack froze. "Predaking would have sufficed, but in his absence it is only logical that I take an active role. The activated sensors will alert me on when your body has reached its ideal peak for your emergence chamber to receive the CNA and allow for conception."
Jack flinched, a chill running down his spine when he felt Shockwave grab his hip, digits digging into the plating in a firm hold. He tensed further when the gun barrel was pressed into the slab as Shockwave leaned over him, heavy, warm wafts of air once more breezing over Jack's plating.
"Please," Jack whispered, hopeless but he had to try, "don't do this."
That single optic locked with his-
-and then he thrusted in.
Jack couldn't hold back his screams.
