Use your demonic powers to ensure she isn't pregnant, and calm her down

From Create Your Own Story

You focus all your concentration on Katy's womb. Sure enough, she's ovulating. With a carefully focused burst of energy, you kill the egg. Katy looks at you. "You just did something," she says. "What?"

"Let's just say I made sure you won't get pregnant," you tell her.

She looks at you with a mixture of respect, lust and fear. "You... can do that?"

"Never mind," you say, wrapping her in your arms and nudging her head onto your chest. You hold her gently but firmly and brush your lips against her neck. "You've had a rough day. Just relax. I'll make you feel better."

Since she's worn out from the emotional strain of seeing Mark fight you and be killed by the wounded cop, and physically drained from the sex, Katy's eyes close quickly. You decide to let your own eyes rest for just a moment...

"Hey, sis. You with Brandon now?"

Katy's eyes fly open. "OH MY GOD! Donna?"

Donna reaches down and hugs her little sister. "Surprise! It's great to see you again!"

Katy's beaming parents are standing in the room. "She showed up at the house at the same time we did. It's been a very, um, interesting day all around. Brandon, you're having dinner with us."

An hour later, everyone is full, Donna's story has been told, Katy has filled in her sister about her exciting day and they've caught up a bit, and Katy has admitted she likes you a lot. Just as things slowly seem to be settling down, there's a sudden flash of light and a tall preacher with jet-black hair is standing in the room.

"Evening, everyone," he says, bowing politely. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I have a task for you three." He looks at you, Katy, and Donna. "I'd prefer it be done now, but if necessary, you can do it immediately after school tomorrow. It's not much, really. I just want to drive you three to a building where a woman who runs a homeless shelter lives. You go on up to talk with her and I'll follow along behind."

"All we have to do is go up and talk to someone?" Donna asks, incredulous.

"Yep," he replies. "That's all."

You are possessing:
12th Grade Boy
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