An Argument Between "Girls" (Patreon)

In the upper class of London, nearly 200 years ago, a secret society was lurking beneath the noses of every noble. A secret group of noble ladies, in their fancy dresses and flowing blonde hair, had made agreements to meet in an old chapel once every week. This drew a bit of suspicion from the noblemen of the time, wondering what could possibly be going on in such a place. Unfortunately the security was fierce, every meeting always being blocked off by the most proficient guards in the country. The noble ladies always paid them a pretty high price, which meant breaking into the meeting would be nearly impossible if you weren't a lady. And the ladies weren't willing to share anything.

"That leaves just one option." The noblemen sat together discussing this issue in a dimly lit room. "One of us will have to disguise himself as a woman to infiltrate the meeting."

A bit of a murmur was strewn across the room, the men shocked at such a radical solution.

"But sir," one of the other men said. "Those guards are the greatest guards in the country, and look at us! Only an idiot would think we'd be able to pass as women!"

It was true. All of these men were big and strong and tough, dressing like a convincing woman would be impossible. Yet every other method they had tried ended up falling flat, this was the only option left.

"In that case I nominate Louis for the infiltration!"

"Huh!?" Louis was shocked to hear that. "Why me!?"

"Louis is the shortest of us."
"His voice is so high-pitched he'll barely have to adjust it."
"Just give him a dress and he'll already look like a fair young lady."

Despite Louis's protests it was hard to deny he was one of the most feminine men in the land. If all of the men in the land were to be ranked in terms of cuteness, Louis would find himself either third or second quite consistently. With his long blonde hair and smooth fair skin without even the slightest hint of hair, it wouldn't be much work to make Louis look feminine.

"So does anyone object?"

A single hand was raised, one sole objector to this proposition.

"I propose that we nominate Antione for this role instead."

"Huh!?" Antione, who was barely listening at this point, suddenly jumped in surprise. "Me!?"

"Antione is just as short as Louis."
"He's got the eyes of a fair lady."
"A simple dress would make him look like a fine maiden."

Antione was also considered one of the most feminine men in France, just as much as Louis. If all of the men in the land were to be ranked in terms of cuteness Antione would either be second or third. The slight variation in placement would just reflect whether or not Louis or Antione was being favored that day.

"So does anyone object?"

Unlike last time there was a bit of discussion here. The group seemed rather split on which guy should do the infiltration. Should it be Louis with his long blonde hair and sparkling sapphire eyes, or Antione with short blonde hair with eyes that shined red like rubies.

"I nominate Antione," Louis said softly, drawing the attention of the other men around. "He'd probably make a far more convincing lady than I."

"I disagree," Antione said, sound soft and almost tired. "Your personality and mannerisms have always been more lady-like, you'd play the part more convincingly."

"Don't try to flatter me. I insist you would play a much better performance."

"On the contrary, I believe your performance will be superior."

Neither guy seemed willing to infiltrate the noblewoman meeting, which was rather disappointing. Another hour of discussion went by but no one else volunteered to be the infiltrator, concluding this meeting with disappointment.

Louis was alone in his large mansion, sipping tea at the end of such a long table when he heard a soft knock on his door. One of the men from the meeting, an old friend by the name of Joseph, was right in the doorway.

"Good day Louis," he said with a small bow. "May you reconsider our proposal."

"No," Louis replied, slamming the door shut near immediately.

"Wait just a bit." Joseph stopped the door right before it shut. "You really need to reconsider."

"Why should I!? My pride would never allow such a thing!"

"This isn't about pride. Think about what they could be doing in complete secrecy. Serious trouble could be brewing without us knowing!"

"Bu-"

"Listen for a moment." Joseph sighed a bit. "We don't know ANYTHING about what's going on there. Sure it may be a danger to us, but it could just as easily be a danger to them. Think about it, Claire is part of this group you know."

Louis winced. Claire was the name of his little sister, the one he was responsible for caring for now that his mother was ill. He knew some of the women attending the meetings and was trusting them with her safety, but he was starting to get unsure. Claire has been getting a bit distant as of late, and it was a bit worrying.

"What if they're planning to do something harmful and risky," Joseph continued. "What if the things they're planning could hurt or even kill the women you love in your life? You have to go in there and make sure nothing dangerous is happening."

"...Fine." Louis hated to admit it, but it seemed like Joseph had a point. If anything, Louis just didn't want to see Claire get hurt. "But just this once."

Joseph was quite prepared for the situation, having brought some clothes and make-up to immediately get Louis ready. The others were right, Louis did make a very convincing girl. Looking in the mirror felt very uncanny for him, like he was looking at an entirely different person. If he couldn't even recognize himself, would any of the ladies do so?

Joseph hid far back as he watched Louis infiltrate the meeting building. He seemed to be accepted inside rather easily, not even the slightest suspicion he may not be a lady. Hours passed by, the sun completely set and rose once again, and there didn't seem to be the slightest stir within the building.

Then the meeting ended, and Louis stepped out calmly. Not a scratch on him, not a mark, no sign that anything bad happened. In fact, he was smiling and blushing, looking elated like he was floating.

"What was going on in there!" Joseph immediately rushed for Louis. "Anything dangerous!? Anything wicked!? Anything we need to know about!?"

"Huh?" Louis couldn't stop himself from smiling, having to bite his lip to speak properly. "There wasn't anything bad. We just talked about things and drank tea and that sort of stuff, you know."

"I see. I guess that means you didn't need to go through the trouble. Sorry-"

"No no no!" Louis immediately refused. "I mean... we don't know if this is an average day for them, they could be hiding other things. Shouldn't I be there just one more day?"

Joseph thought about it for a bit before responding. "Sure I guess. Just to make sure."

"THANKS! I mean... this is for the best."

As Louis ran away with a smile on his face Joseph went to meet someone else leaving the meeting, asking them the same things he asked Louis.

Days and days passed of Louis infiltrating the secret meetings, and Louis loved it. At first he didn't really get it, they were just sitting in a circle and sipping tea, occasionally sharing secrets and stories with each other. Maybe it was the tea, or maybe he underestimated how nice the atmosphere truly was, but he found himself enjoying his time there. It was a special place to him that he never wanted to leave if he could, even if it meant he had to continue lying to these people. But at least no one seemed to realize that the maiden named Louisa was secretly the nobleman Louis.

One of the first ladies he made friends with was a beautiful girl that seemed to dazzle as she spoke. She seemed to have a lot in common with him, and if Louis had to be honest with himself he felt like he was falling in love. Not like he could admit it right now, he was still pretending to be a woman, but if there was one person that made her just slightly regret lying it was her. Her name was Antionette, and she was gorgeous.

It was just one night that his perspective of her changed. One night where he accidentally spilled juice on his dress and had to lock himself in the bathroom to change it. Maybe it was his fault, being in too much of a rush to see that this bathroom was occupied. None of the bathrooms in the building had functional locks, but no one cared because it would just be girls in there anyways. Maybe Louis should've taken a look before pulling his dress off, revealing the flat chest of a man under the cloth. Antionette was already in this bathroom, also changing at this very moment. And Antionette didn't have the type of body Louis expected of her, or should he say he...?

"ANTIONE!?"
"LOUIS!?"

The two noblemen recognized each other, their jaws having dropped in shock. They could barely speak afterwards, just stuttering and pointing at each other.

"Y-You..." Louis hand to pinch himself to get a few words out. "Why? I thought you refused."

"Joseph asked me," Antione admitted. "And I have a little cousin here and... I thought you refused too."

"It's the same for me, Joseph convinced me with my little sister."

"That's interesting. Guess Joseph has a bit of explaining to do."

The two chuckled for a moment, laughing the current awkwardness away. It seemed like the both of them were in the same boat, which made being able to talk about this like finally being able to confess.

"Well both of us have confirmed there's no danger to be had here," Antione said. "So why are you still attending these meetings dressed as a woman?"

Louis blushed a bit. "That's none of your business. Besides, aren't you still attending these? You should leave as well!"

"After you! You're fooling these beautiful ladies into thinking you're a girl, it's not okay to continue lying like that!"

"Like the other's know you're a guy! What if someone here started falling for you or something!?"

"Huh!? It's only girls here though!"

"Never mind that, you probably used your looks as a girl to get close to one of these ladies huh!? Imagine taking advantage of them without them knowing!"

"Hey! There was only one person I got close to while wearing this!"

"One more person manipulated by you!"

The two growled at each other, wanting to punch each other at that very moment, but being violent right now would be a bad idea. What if someone else came in to help them only to discover their secrets? It'd likely be the death of them socially.
The two of them reluctantly put their new dresses on and went back to the main event, but didn't speak a word to each other during the rest of it.

That night Louis jumped into his bed and punched the sheets, roaring with frustration. That Antione, thinking about him was just aggravating. He's essentially lying to all of the ladies there, how does he not realize that? And to think this was the person he used to like, that was even more infuriating. Antione had to leave immediately, how would Louis function if he was still there!?

Louis got up and decided to do something about this, not going to let Antione ruin his experience any longer.

The next night came by and the meeting seemed to be like normal. All of the ladies drank their tea and talked normally, like any other meeting between the ladies. All of a sudden there was a scream from one of the girls, holding two sheets of paper in hand.

"This one was found behind the bookcase and the other one beneath the couch," she explained as she handed the papers to the others. "When I saw the first paper I thought it was just a prank but seeing it a second time was a bit creepy. I may have overreacted, sorry."

"It's alright," another girl said. "Still, the chance that there is a man among us may be cause for concern."

Louis eyed Antione from across the room, flushed with anger. Louis only made one letter to tell the others, the fact that there was another paper of the sort laying around meant that Antione was behind it. Antione was trying to drive him out just as much as he was trying to drive Antione out, the nerve of some people. Clearly kicking him out of the meetings would take much more effort than this.

"Antionette is the man among us!"
"Louisa is the man among us!"

The two yelled and pointed at each other, drawing the attention of the ladies around. A bit of quiet discussion and whispering came about from the crowd, a bit unsure how to process the information.

"Girls," one of the ladies said, attempting to walk between the two of them. "I heard the two of you fight in the bathroom yesterday, there's no need to go this far to hurt each other."

"I'm serious," Louis said. "You're looking at a man there!"

"She's lying," Antione said. "Or should I say HE'S lying!"

"He's been lying to you this whole time, don't trust him about anything!"

"Ever trusting him has been a huge mistake, don't make the same mistake I did!"

"Um girls," one of them said. "I think the two of you need to calm down and talk over your issues. It sounds less like one of you is a boy and more like this is just the result of many issues you have with each other."

"I'm serious! Look!" Louis grabbed Antione by the collar of his dress. "Even girls with small chests tend to have some breasts, there aren't any breasts here at all!"

"I at least have more than you! Look!" Antione grabbed Louis's collar in return. "Evidence here points to you being a boy, not me!"

"Look closer!" Louis slammed his chest right into Antione's. "My chest is bigger, mine is that of a girl's!"

"Are you blind!?" Antione pushed back, feeling his chest and nipples brushing against their opponent's. "My chest is bigger!"

"Louisa! Antionette! Stop it!" One of the girls separated them, the two still trying to attack each other regardless. "Like Elizabeth said, this is just the two of you arguing over something isn't it? Stop these lies for a moment and just explain why you're acting like this."

"Those letters were probably set up by them to facilitate this fight..."

"I don't think we can believe a word either of them say until this is over..."

Louis's heart sank. No one was believing him. There had to be something he could do, something he could point to to show that Antione was a boy. But Clementine, the girl holding him and Antione apart, was strong. His arms couldn't reach him, but it seemed like his legs could.

In an instant Louis's foot was between Antione's legs, slamming into his underwear at seemingly instant speed. Antione's face lit up in pain, his balls feeling like they've been crushed to smithereens. The force seemed to flow through his body, making him hunch over in pain.

"A kick in the groin hurts boys more than it hurts girls," Louis said. "The fact that he had such an extreme reaction is proof that he-"

His sentence was interrupted by Antione's foot making contact with Louis's balls, smashing into them so hard Louis almost thought he heard them pop. His face was flushed red and his mouth was forced open, his eyes were forced to reel towards the back of his head. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, everything hurt so much.

"Your reaction was far more animated than mine," Antione said. "Sticking by your own rules you are clearly the boy."

"Try saying that again you liar!" Louis smashed Antione's balls once again.

"You! Are! A! Boy!" Antione smashed Louis's balls more and more.

"Enough!" Clementine threw them away from each other, allowing other girls to come and hold them apart. Trying to hold them down was like trying to stop two tigers from pouncing at each other, the two constantly trying to run towards and beat each other up.

"What should we do?" The girls seemed very concerned for their 'girl' friends. "These two just won't listen to reason."

"If the arguing is this severe we may have to take drastic measures." Clementine motioned for the others to open up the closet, before grabbing the two and tossing them inside.
"LISTEN! I will not let the two of you leave this room until you talk it out and make up, got it!? NOW FIGURE THINGS OUT!"

The closet was slammed close and locked, leaving the two there alone in the dark.

A fire felt like it was raging around Louis, his teeth gnashed together and his blood boiled hot. How could the girls not see it? Antione was lying to them! He lied to everyone, even Louis was lied to! This was completely unfair, why would they treat the truth like this!? Despite the darkness Louis could see just one color, all he could see was red.

His knee plunged into Antione's balls, and Antione's knee did the same to him. They could feel the force reverberating through their bones, shaking through them and paining them even more than before. But at this point they just didn't care, kicking and kicking as much and as hard as they could.

It hurt, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, but over time the pain started to drift away. Too much adrenaline was flowing through them, and they were too angry to consider backing down. But each kick started to feel slightly arousing, the both of them noticing that the targets of their kicks was getting harder and harder.

Louis growled, pissed at what he felt. Was Antione also some pervert that got off to getting attacked? That only made Louis want to attack even harder, and Antione thought the same, the both of them kicking so hard it felt like they could split their bodies in half.

Over and over and over again, they broke each other's balls more and more. There was no way they'd father any children now, and they wouldn't want each other to either, only wanting to make each other burst into tears. Each kick was filled with the anger of lying and having been lied to, strengthened by complicated feelings of love and hate between them, and finally brought forth an explosive orgasm between them. They fell to their knees as they felt cum, and possibly blood as well, dripping down their legs.