Maybe.

Logan sits quietly on the soft comforters of Michelle's bed, dressed comfortably in a loose gray tracks that hung low on her hips, a black tank top and gray hoody. Her eyes roamed around the bedroom, scanning every detail to memory and fighting an odd sensation that was creeping up the back of her neck.

'Automatic reboot complete. Mental host stabilized.'

She heard in her head.

"I'm going to take a shower, you just stay and watch television alright?"

Michelle turned the TV on and disappeared into the bathroom. Logan stared at the national geographic channel in intrigue, watching as animals mated. When the channel changed, she retained multitudes of information, staring in awe at the different knowledgeable sequences. She didn't know why, but the the TV suddenly bored her and so she got up, found a pair of Michelle's old boots and slid them on. Logan than slipped out of the bedroom window and descended two levels of the apartments. She came to a stop at the next open window on floor three and swung through.

Someone was sleeping on the couch. This intrigued her. Her cock remained flaccid, but her Ovipositor began to slip out of her vagina eagerly. Logan assessed the area and went rogue. Michelle had not finished programming her, so freewill was empowerment to an A.I. and host that were merged. She pushed her pants down and slinked over the sleeping brunette. Logan couldn't hold back as she tore a hole in the woman's tights and penetrated her, shoving her face down into the couch.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The humans screams were primal as Logan began to rapidly thrust her Ovipositor, hitting the cervix repeatedly until the pointed shaft head ripped through and into the woman's womb, making her thrash harder. Logan was strong though, she held her down and pushed deeply into her, closing her eyes as green fluids began to pump into the woman's womb, followed by golf ball sized eggs.

Logan was nearly drooling at this point, breathing heavily as her wire infused heart beat with electrifyingly static in overdrive. She felt like she could run a marathon just from laying her first clutch of eggs in this whore.

"Name?"

"Get off of me you freak!"

The woman screamed.

"What is your name?"

Logan persisted.

"Shelby Connor! You asshole!"

Logan nodded in gratitude and once she was finished unloading fifty or so eggs into Shelby's womb directly, she pulled out and grabbed the woman's glasses off of her face. It wasn't that strong, but the futa liked them. It made her pale face look cuter. She eyed the large beach ball sized egg inflation she had caused, and for the first time, cracked an innocent smile.

"I go now. You tell anyone, and I'll make my offspring eat you from the inside out."

Logan promised sweetly, leaving back out the window and sliding down the last few fire escape ladders.