Beauty And The Beast (Amaranta/Doku)

Smack. Smack. Smack.


Honestly? His lips looked pretty good with all that makeup, purple lipstick, eyeliner, and nine yards. Though Doku would disagree, as he stared at himself in the mirror he kept repeating himself, as he placed the lipstick back onto the counter.

“Why the fuck did I agree”

Were he not a man of his word he’d told Amaranta no and be done with it. Regardless a deal was a deal. Amaranta was to be at his bar in just a few minutes, she was told to head straight in and upstairs to his apartment. Technically she never said it had to be done while the bar was open, so just in his room.

Come to think of it Amaranta hadn’t SEEN the inside of his room before, though wearing this dress was far more embarrassing than any cringy anime or manga that was on his shelf. Having rented a dress and bought some cheap makeup, he was glad he wasn’t going to have to spend an arm or a leg to please Amaranta.

Though walking in heels was just as painful as he heard. He sat down on the sofa and grabbed a bottle of booze he had left out, taking a big swig. He was going to need it. Amarantas was going to be ruthless.

Doku along with his makeup had a long black dress, it wasn’t anything fancy, more of a cocktail dress, one strap over his shoulder, and his hair was done in a ponytail, not a bun as usual. He looked a LOT different.d at his bag. Though he couldn’t snap back at her, he WAS short.

To say Amaranta was relishing in her victory would have been a severe understatement. She was over the moon.

Winning their bet was akin to pulling off the heist of a century, though it was hardly the result of the victory itself that brought her such villainous pleasure. No, nothing close. it was unquestionably the foolish stipulation Doku chose the moment he said "The winner gets whatever they want." He might as well signed over his pride the moment he said that stupid shit.

Since there was nothing else he could offer of value, this particular brand of hazing felt far more worthwhile. Donned in what could effectively be referred to as female biker gear, hands outfitted with sleeveless gloves, Amaranta entered the room with a pair of sunglasses and a wide grin. In a voice reminiscent of Johnny Bravo, she hopped onto the couch beside him, arm wrapping around his shoulder.

"Hey there, sexy mama. Is it hot in here or is that just you and me? How about I buy us a few drinks to cool off?"

As Quincy sat there quite, he watched his Arrancar date enter. It was good that Amaranta was excited about winning this bet. Who knew seeing her friend in a dress was so high on her priority list? Doku had kind of decided on his plan of attack, wanting to act hard to get what she wanted. Amaranta would need to work to get what she wanted.

As she hugged him, he looked over at the wall, trying to ignore her. “You think I look good? I appreciate it” He didn’t play up his reaction like he usually would. Finally looking toward Amaranta, the woman would finally notice the makeup Doku was wearing.

“You can take whatever you want out of my fridge. Get us something good” The Fullbringer teased the woman just a little, fixing his hair.

“You’re REALLY lucky… do you know how much of a pain it was to rent a dress that fits me..?”

"Sure babe. Though I'd rather much be enjoyin' myself a glass of you if ya catch my drift."

Flexing her arms with all the bravado of an egotistical bastard, Amaranta grinned as she nudged her head against his cheek, rising from the couch to grab a few bottles of rum and whiskey. Returning with that same cocksure grin, mocking as it was humorous, she sat down and popped a bottle open, pouring them a few cups. Consuming a mouthful of rum from the bottle, she'd kick her feet back with a grin.

"I almost expected you to look like a drag queen, but I'm actually pretty damn impressed. Who did your makeup, Doku-Hime?"

Yeah, for a weeb like him, that'd sting him real good.

Babe? If that were anyone else Doku would be barking like a dog? Regardless he wanted Amaranta to work for it a little. Despite being embarrassed, he could have fun messing with the Arrancar. “Well help yourself” he spoke calmly as he focused on the TV rather than the woman right next to him. He picked up his glass and took a sip. Honestly, he wished he could just mix them both a drink, it taste better and all of that. But once again. If Amaranta wanted to be the man here, she must treat Doku well.

Honestly, he was surprised to hear -Hime, how in the hell did SHE know that one? Regardless his cheeks heated up a bit as she called out his nerd behavior. “Me. I use to do Nanaly’s makeup as a child. Guessing I’m good at it? Maybe if the bar doesn’t work out I can be a makeup artist” he joked a bit, finally getting relaxed, leaning back on the sofa.

"Well, I'll be damned. Didn't expect you to be familiar with makeup, but considering your appearance.. I'm not surprised."

Amaranta grinned from ear to ear at her thinly veiled compliment that doubled as a playful insult. Honestly, his physical appearance was quite agreeable in her eyes. A masculine male had his benefits, but there was hardly anything wrong with a pretty boy. She'd met a few of those since her time here. Occupying a seat beside him on the couch, she'd playfully caress one of his cheeks as she chuckled. The lioness's gaze swept over his room and all the items therein. Whoa, were those anime figures? Oh, and were those video games, too?

"Nah, I don't think a weeb like you would have the patience to survive in that world. Then again, if you can put up with me and my unapologetic brattiness, I guess you'd be a shoo-in in the makeup artist world. Plenty of models and actresses would probably consider you a catch, too. Anyway, this is your house, huh? Want to play me in a game?" She offered with a grin.

"We can make another bet."

“Is it? My best friend in school was a girl, and I have a little sister. You kinda learn things by being around you know?” He shrugged, not thinking it was THAT weird. As she caressed his cheek, she’d be able to notice how he was trying not to smile. Looking over at her he raised an eyebrow. Weeb? Honestly, she caused him to laugh.

“You… don’t know what a weeb is do you?” He teases her. “I’m Japanese. As Japanese as you can get. Honestly, surprised you even know what a weeb is.” He would scoot a bit closer to his friend and flick her nose a little.

A game? Well, he shrugged. “Of course. Why not” Seeing as Doku was skilled in games, he was curious if Amaranta could match him. He would stand up and walk over to the console and turn it on. Handing the control off to Amaranta and letting her pick the game, he had something from every genre, though not surprisingly he didn’t have many sports games.

“Pick whatever you’re good at…” As for this bet, he thought carefully about WHAT he wanted. “Hm. If I win… you let me get a squeeze” He kept it brief, curious how the lioness would react, worst she could say it no… right?

"Whenever I think of males hanging around women, I don't imagine makeup being the first choice they'd wanna learn. Anyway, I know what a lot of words mean. We gonna play or not?"

Brushing over the fact that she was indeed unaware of the intricate definition behind the term "weeb", Amaranta chortled with a playful grin as she challenged him with the beckoning wave of a hand. Already, that competitive flare was burning through her soul. Another bet, another victory.

The Burning Lioness envisioned another prize to bring her joy and intensify Doku's embarrassment. However, she wondered about something. Dressing up as a female was already pretty damn embarrassing. How could she outdo herself? The presence of a controller in her hand distracted her from her contemplation, the leonine woman grinning from ear to ear.

Whatever she was good at, huh? Pointing her finger toward a fighting game, she'd flex her arm with a bold smile. Now, she wouldn't exactly claim she was some world-class, tournament-destroying player, but neither was she a pushover, either. No, once she got the hang of something, she adapted quite well. This would be no different! Of course, when he presented his prize if he won, Amaranta cocked her head to the side, confused by his reward. Had he never touched breasts before? Did he have nothing else he wanted to do? Get back at her maybe...? Whatever. Shrugging her shoulders, she answered him curtly as she plugged the controller in.

"That's it? Grabbing my tits? Sure thing. What? Never touched a pair of tits before?"

He leaned back into the sofa, letting Amaranta go through his games, he was curious about what she was going to end up picking. Regardless he couldn’t help but find that competitive spirit kinda cute and appealing! He picked up his second controller and folded his legs. Letting her lead as per usual.

Doku was good, not a tournament-level player but he was about as good as you expect a nerd to be! The fighting game was the newest installment in a long-running series, which Doku had. That was the nerd curse! You bought anything slightly interesting.

Now he wasn’t exactly shocked Amaranta agreed to his deal. But what did she want? There wasn’t much else she could ask for, at least in his opinion.

He picked his character and decided to humor her. “I have touched them before, but what’s the harm?” He shrugged. “Boobs are always nice…”

“What exactly do you want if you win?” He knew this competition needed some stakes, Amaranta wouldn’t have it any other way, whatever she had in mind couldn’t be worse than wearing a dress.

"What do I want, huh? Good question. How much lower can a man go than wearing a dress...?"

Amaranta idly toyed with the controller's buttons, voicing that question to herself, ruminating on a reward for her inevitable victory. In truth, nothing immediately strikes her this time. After all, one-upping oneself was never an easy task. He wanted to touch her breasts, so what could she do to one-up that? It had to be something he would hate, even more so than wearing a dress. And then, it hit her. Amaranta was enjoying this humorous view, but what about everyone else? Had they found out? Were they aware of Doku being dressed up like a woman?

[I](Haha, it's all coming together now! He'll hate this one! I truly am a genius...)[/i}

"If I win, you must share a few pictures of us online. Preferably, your social media account. Frame it like... "Just found the love of my life, she's the man. I'm the woman. And she calls me Princess." Hahaha! Goddamn, I'm practically laughing about it as I think it over! Okay, let's do this. No backing out now, Doku-Hime!"