Thread: M looking for F/Futa- come one, come all! Currently craving demon play~

RE Looking for MxF and MxFuta, welcome to ideas. Detailed Plot Ideas Full Moon. Persona 3 setting, during the games events- just after Shinjiro is introduced. Could be Minato x OC or established character. A quiet groan escaped the confines of the bed, rather odd considering beds normally make no noises minus the creaking of springs. Another followed it, ending as a head popped out to see the time. Minato groaned in exhaustion, seeing it to be half seven. Of course. The one day of the week he wasn't in school, and he woke after five hours sleep. Just what you want, isn't it? It wouldn't be too bad if it wasn't for the Midnight Hour keeping him up, a young boy perched on his bed being mysterious as ever. Don't... Don't ask. He didn't understand it himself. Some weird contract he signed upon entering the SEES dorms- primarily female dorms, but repurposed for those who fought Shadows- containing Minato and his classmates, along with three upper years. Again, don't ask. He scarcely believed it. The Midnight Hour, for the record, was a... Hidden hour, one in the infinite second between days. It lasted an hour or so, all electronics minus very, very specific equipment stopped working, people who transform into coffins, monsters known as Shadows would appear in certain locales. Most people transformed, at least. Some didn't. Some fought. Minato and those in SEES were some of them. Right now, though? He didn't care for any of that. It'd been two days since the last full moon, two days since they last fought a shadow of the major arcana- Hermit, if he remembered right. Exhausted and wanting to go back to sleep, the azure haired boy slowly crept out of bed, keeping his dressing gown wrapped around his frame, and went to the shared kitchen to get a drink, oblivious of the footsteps behind him. Out of this world. Demonic setting, corruption focused. Demons. It brings up a lot of ideas, doesn't it? evil, corrupt, hellish, sinful. All of those things- lovely to some, truly detestable to others. Some see them as ones working to destroy the world, others see them as saviours. The truth is, they're both wrong. The truth is, they're both right. It's arrogant to assume humans are the only beings out there that have different factions, different opinions, different moods. Demons do too. There are a few who know this, those with magical capabilities. Not many left in the modern world, hunted down in the past or having their talent die out before they could train it. A few did survive, however, such as placeholder name. 17, skinny with a maddened look in his eyes, Name was one of the last- hell, maybe the only- wizards under the age of 90 that knew of demons. Only because his master had finally passed away of old age. Name had inherited his library, his goods, everything to his name wsa now Name's, so long as he never killed another man. Simple stuff, really. The thing is, his training had ended early because of this, and he wasn't as strong as he could be. He knew this. He hated this. So he wanted power. He wanted a Pact. A pact is, as the name implies, a deal between a mortal and demon, the latter granting the former power. In nearly every instance it requires payment, whether it be the sacrifice of a virgin, the selling of a soul or something else, it's insanely rare that a Pact is free. Name was counting on it being free. All he could offer was his submission to the demons will, to follow their orders. Dangerous? Of course. One of the most dangerous things he could do, really. But it was worth trying. If he was strong enough, maybe he could free himself. These thoughts lead us to were we are now, Name kneeling just outside of a circle to contain the demon, reciting their name. It had to work, he needed this power. He wasn't going to be the weakest any longer. Awakening. Set in the Dresden Files world, post-Changes, can be adapted for other universes. It'd been six months now since that night. It was one of the most important magical events in centuries, and James Dai was affected more than he should have been. He was just an apprentice to a wizard in the middle of nowhere, after all. But everyone with even a tiny bit of talent had nightmares, and he was no exception. The Red Court of vampires was wiped out for the sake of a little girl, killing thousands, hundreds of thousands. One of whom was his master. He never knew he was being tutored by a blood thirsty creature, so he was terrified upon finding... Corpse is too nice of a word. Burnt out husk of a vile creature, heart removed from its chest is more fitting. He wasn't a fighter, so if whatever did it came for him, James thought he'd be dead. Not that he would be, but he didn't know that. So he ran. For six months, he ran. Up till he ran into a member of the White council, the governing body for mortal magic in the world. He was taken in, an unknown wizard with an unknown master being seen as a danger.He would've died there and then, executed in case he was a warlock... At least, if it wasn't for the sake of a guardian angel, or whatever's close enough to one. He didn't know who she was, hear or see her due to being hooded, he just knew he owed her his life. Which he would be, seeing as he's now her apprentice. Which leads us to the present. He's waiting in a fairly quiet room in the main stronghold of the Council, waiting for her. For the start ofa new life. Forest Guardian. Magical based, no specific universe. Lost. Not the TV show, but the actual act of being lost. That's a good way to describe the man- barely a man, really, eighteen by days- who's currently wandering about in Xion forest, tired and on the edge of giving up. He'd ran from his village the day he became an adult, not wanting to spend another day there. All narcissistic, conceited and generally loathable. It probably wasn't the wisest thing to do, only taking a few days supplies, but he thought it'd last him long enough. He was wrong. Three days in and he had a single meal left, and about a days worth of water. Yeah, not good at all. He'd came this way after hearing rumours of a benevolent spirit that would offer refuge to those who wanted it, a kind, beautiful woman with an open heart. It was his only hope that she was real. Companionship. Nier based, OC x Kaine. Before game, possibly romance. The Shades were getting even more violent lately. A few villages had been destroyed, mostly during storms- damn things were harmed by the sun, thrived in the night. So far, five were gone in the past year. Place holder name was the survivor of one of them. He didn't care much, truth be told. 19, he was an orphan and didn't care much for the people there. Probably on account of... Well, his hand. It wasn't there. In its stead was a gauntlet, an obsidian black facsimile of a hand with a glowing gem in the center. He was called a freak, unwanted. He never knew how it had gotten there, and he didn't really care. It made him stronger than everyone else, and gave him access to magic. It's why he survived, in all honestly. The Shades were insanely resistant to most damage done to them by mortal weapons, and seemed to gain strength from absorbing blood. Magic, though? That hurt them. Especially fire- cauterizing any wound means there's nearly no blood, along with deterring anybody from going near the burning ones. But survivng wasn't all he needed. He needed people. IT turned out he missed the people in his village, even if they hated him. It wasn't even talking, though that was nice. IT was their presence, knowing that living, breathing things lived around him. It was reassuring, therapeutic. Plus, it was always good to have some eye candy to ogle. So he'd set out to search for someone, anyone to talk to. His first stop? Facade. A town suspended over a giant canyon, they were supposedly extremely isolationist- perfect for him, to be able to live his life without much contact unless wanted. So, this had led him to the outskirts of it, the cave just before entering Facade. Or so he thought, at least. What greeted him was a small camp before the cave, fit for one- two at a push- people, a small fire dwindling in the center. And next to it? A figure with a large blade at the side, looking almost like a giant cleaver. The figure- no, woman, it couldn't be anything else- was sitting on a log, sighing. Her clothing was... Odd , to say the least, obscene in public for most. In ohter words? She was insanely interesting to him, causing him to speak up as he walked forward. Hey, you friendly?