Disclaimer: I don't own Life is Strange.
Summary: It's Max's birthday, and all hell breaks loose.
Birthdays never seemed to mean a lot to Max. Oh, sure, they were cause for celebration, but after drifting apart from Chloe, the annual event seemed to lose its luster. When she left her, it seemed as though all her joy for cake, candles, and gifts stayed behind with her.
But Chloe was back now, and it seemed as though birthdays would have a blue shine in her future, and she would gladly welcome it.
That's why, as the sun broke over the horizon, and she felt a pair of lips on her ear, she smiled contentedly, deciding to feign sleep a little longer, just to see where her favorite punk rocker would go.
She seemed to sense Max was playing a game, and decided to do what any good girlfriend would do; up the ante. She lightly nibbled Max's ear, working her way from the soft lobe to her neck, down to her collarbone.
The hipster girl moaned softly, trying her best to keep her eyes closed. She felt something wet press against her crotch and marveled; was Chloe so turned on her arousal was soaking her own panties?
She felt the same wetness on her shirt now, and that raised a flag. Max opened her eyes the slightest bit, and snapped them open as she took in not the sight of her punk rock girlfriend Chloe, but her other girlfriend, queen bee Victoria Chase.
"Good morning, geek." she smiled, lightly booping the hipster's nose. "I was afraid you'd never wake up."
Max couldn't form words; she was far too preoccupied with the state Victoria was in. There wasn't a stitch on her, but she wasn't totally naked. A layer of whipped cream coated her breasts and crotch, the latter starting to melt, no doubt from the blonde's juices mixing with the topping. Where her nipples were, two cherries were placed, enticing Max with their redness.
"It's bad form to have dessert before breakfast…" she cooed, pushing her breasts together and holding them out towards Max. "But it's your birthday; I think an exception is in order."
"Ooh, wowzers…" Max whispered, thanking all the birthday gods.
Max took one of Victoria's breasts, cradling it in her hand as she licked at the cream. The blonde moaned and bit her lip as she felt her girlfriend's eager tongue lap, lap, lap at the topping. She squeaked, quite audibly, a moment later when she felt Max's hand push through the sweet barrier on her crotch, slender finger sliding into her wet hole. "Oh, fuck, Maaax…" she mewled.
Max, having licked away most of the cream surrounding Victoria's nipple, took the cherry in her mouth, holding it just against the hardened nub. She bit down, the juice from the sweet fruit dripping onto the bed.
Chewing and swallowing the tasty treat, she kept her lips on Victoria's breast, coiling her tongue on her nipple, grinding her teeth against the sensitive flesh, the taste of whipped cream, cherry, and Victoria's sweat mixing together and dancing along her tongue.
Not wanting to be outdone, Victoria all but shoved her hand into Max's soaked, inviting snatch, swirling her finger about. Loud, appreciative moans escaped Max's plump lips, and the hipster began to move her hips in time with the motions of Victoria's finger. Max continued to suckle, nibbles turning into gradually harder bites…
CRASH went the sound of Max's door as it exploded inward, Chloe leaping through, trademark shit-eating grin plastered on her face. "Who wants birthday sex!?"
The sudden entrance of Chloe triggered a chain reaction of events. The shock caused Mad to bite down, hard, making Victoria scream in pain. This caused her to accidentally dig her finger into Max's cunt, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to make the hipster girl scream. Unfortunately, this caused Max's own finger to press hard against Victoria's vagina, making her scream again, louder this time.
In the span of about eight seconds, the mood was ruined, both girls moaning in pain, rubbing their attacked spots.
Chloe surveyed the scene, raising a confused eyebrow. "What the hell happened here?" It was then she noticed Victoria's state. "You preppy bitch, you stole my idea!"
Max managed to crack open her eye to see that, for once, Victoria and Chloe were on the same page. Whipped cream covered her breasts and crotch, though it was a messier job than Victoria's. But in place of cherries on her nipples, mini Oreos stared back at her; her favorite snack. Max would've appreciated the thought if she didn't feel like a mountain goat had been launched at her vagina.
"You…ouch…" whimpered Victoria as tears stung her eyes. "You stupid, unbelievably idiotic blue-haired bitch."
"Hey, what did I do?" huffed Chloe, hands on her hips.
"Have you EVER heard of knocking?" rasped Max.
-knock knock knock-
"Like that, exactly."
"Uh…that wasn't me."
Three pairs of eyes turned to see the concerned face of Kate poke through the door. "Good morning, everyone." she smiled, stepping in. In place of her standard attire was a trenchcoat, no doubt to protect her from the autumn chill. She took one quick glance of the room and her face instantly took on the color of the cherry Max had gnoshed on moments ago. "Did I miss something?"
"Only Chloe–oh, fuck, this hurts–being an inconsiderate rhino like always."
"Fuck you, prep-strap; I was trying to do something nice for our girlfriend's birthday."
"And that resulted in both of us getting our girls damaged." Victoria sucked in a breath and buried her face in Max's pillow, a muffled, enraged scream following shortly after.
Kate walked over to Victoria and put a comforting hand on the blonde's shoulder. "I have an ice pack in my room. You're welcome to it."
Victoria pulled her head from the pillow and gave Kate An appreciative, tear-streaked smile. "Have I mentioned lately you're an actual angel?"
Kate nodded and planted a kiss on Victoria's forehead, pulling away with a smile. "Many times."
After Victoria left, Kate gave Chloe a stern, but not quite harsh lecture about the importance of knocking, and sent her on her way. The punk rocker, though dejected, complied, grumbling about how Max 'never got to taste her cookies'.
"Not exactly a great start to your birthday, is it?" giggled Kate once she made sure the two were alone.
"It's not so bad. Good thing I'm a fast healer." It was then she got a good look at the state of Kate's dress. "By the way, it's not that cold out. Why the trenchcoat?"
A playful grin sneaked its way into Kate's face. Slowly, wordlessly, she stood up from the bed and began to undo the buttons on the coat. Once she undid the final button, the coat fell away, pooling around her ankles.
Kate Marsh certainly had the face and heart of an angel, but there was definitely a devil in there somewhere. Elegant pink and gold strapless negligee hung off her form, the see-through material providing perfect viewing access to Kate's ample bosom. Gold ribbons snaked around her wrists and thighs, a particularly large one wrapped around her waist. Max's gaze drifted to between Kate's legs, where she could see wetness begin to gather beneath her blonde curls.
"They got you cake…" purred Kate, sauntering over to Max, swaying her hips and entrancing the brunette. "But I got you a present."