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Strangeness in Arcadia	By : DarkWolves Category: +G through L > Life is Strange Views: 14333 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Strangeness in Arcadia
- 2-The Rebel and the Princess
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Chapter 1: Truth and Reconciliation

I dare you.

The words circled endlessly through her consciousness.
I double dare you.
Max could feel her mind being overwhelmed, her thoughts cycling a thousand a second. In the end she reacted on instinct. Placing her hands on Chloe’s shoulders, Chloe being a few inches taller necessitated Max raise herself up on her feet, Max pressed herself to Chloe’s lips. The moment their lips touched she felt a wave of overwhelming emotion cascade over her, nearly eighteen years of fantasy and imagination of what it would be like to receive her first kiss were answered in a single embrace.
It was only in the proceeding seconds when the rational element of herself finally caught up with her body did Max realise what she had just initiated seemingly on a whim. Maxs first instinct was to rewind, to use her power, pretend this whole exchange had never happened in the first place. Her body responded without waiting for her instruction, her right hand leaving Chloe’s shoulder to initiate the cosmic manipulation which would save her from-
But Chloe moved to counter her, holding Maxs forearm in her hand Chloe drew Maxs hand down by her side. Max couldn’t tell if Chloe was merely being swept up in the emotion of the moment, or if she was making an active attempt to nullify Max’s powers and ensure what was transpiring could not be undone. At the same time Chloe did not retreat from their embrace as Max had expected she might have, passing off the kiss as merely a daring joke between friends. Instead Chloe pressed herself into the kiss, taking Maxs lips into her own as hungrily as Max had offered them. Max could feel the strength seeping from her body, her mind clouded by unrestrained thought. The window of retreat was closing fast, her powers could only take her back so far and if this threshold was overtaken then-
In the end Maxs legs could no longer support her, as she staggered to regain her precarious balance her brief moment of inattention caused the back of her knees to strike the corner of Chloe’s bed. Max stumbled back, dragging Chloe with her the two intertwined friends fell back onto Chloe’s bed. Max found herself pinned beneath Chloe, her hands that had been resting upon Chloe’s shoulders were suddenly bound above her head by Chloe’s extended hands. With Maxs hands held out of the way Chloe was free to lay herself across Maxs front, her long legs straddling Max’s thighs. Chloe wasted little time in replacing her lips to Maxs, tenderly kissing, licking and sucking as she wished.
Chloe finally broke the contact between them. “You are mine now, Caulfield” Chloe purred in a comically sinister voice. The blue haired girl leant in closer, her warm breath cascading across Max’s exposed neck. “Mine to play with as I wish”
Chloe’s adventurous mouth began a descent across Maxs front, her soft lips caressing the boundary where Maxs bright white t-shirt met the dark material of her jet black shorts. The tip of Chloe’s nose caught beneath the seam of Max’s t-shirt, her lips pressed against the pale skin of Max’s stomach. “Chloe I-” Max stammered through her quivering lips as she felt her friends explorative tongue tickling across her sensitive skin.
Left to her own freedom Chloe’s array of kisses and caresses climbed across Maxs bare stomach to reveal another patch of cream white skin left in the retreat of Max’s t-shirt. Chloe could not resist a delicate nibble as she continued her unhindered climb across Maxs front. It was only as Chloe neared the peak of her ascent, the flat plain of Maxs stomach giving way to the two gentle rises of her modest chest, did she do the most unexpected thing Max could have ever anticipated. Chloe’s advance of kisses took a sudden diversion across the top of her stomach before retreating down her opposite side and beginning a swift descent back towards where she had begun.
Maxs body quivered with a mix of anticipation and panic as Chloe’s attentions once again drew ever closer to the waistband of her shorts. When Max looked down all she could see was Chloe’s light blue hair crowned with a streak of her natural auburn emerging to meet the morning light. Never in her wildest dreams had Max ever imagined that the first person to come so close would have been her childhood friend-
“I know what you’re yearning for” Chloe whispered, barely audible to Maxs ears.
Max’s body shivered at her words.
How did she?
Without another word Chloe pulled herself to back kneeling across Maxs legs, staring down at Max with illicit hunger in her eyes. Max began to wonder if now would be the time where the façade would shatter, the moment when Chloe would roll back onto the bed in uncontained hysterics and admit the entire exchange had been an elaborate joke. Instead, once again, Chloe demonstrated her ability to do things Max could never have anticipated.
Clasping the hem of her t-shirt in her fingers Chloe pulled the soft material across her front, revealing her choice to have slept the night before without a bra. Maxs heart raced in her chest, unable to tear her eyes away. Chloe’s pale white skin was revealed with each pull until it passed over the top of her head and was cast into an unimportant corner of her room. From the brief glimpses Max had seen in the girls changing rooms she thought Chloe was about modest size. Maxs mind finally caught up with her, her deeply ingrained shyness swiftly overtaking any other thoughts clambering for her attentions.
“Chloe!” Max yelped. “For reals, put your clothes back on” Max reached out in a desperate effort to cover her best friends exposed breasts to preserve her modesty.
“No way Max” Chloe replied defiantly. Chloe clasped Maxs outstretched hands in hers, pulling them aside and leaving Max feeling even more exposed than Chloe at the moment. “This is what you wanted, so this is what you’re getting”
Chloe leant forward to loom above the smaller girl like a grim Spectre, her breasts hovering precariously close to Maxs face. Max couldn’t bring herself to draw her gaze from the ample bosom wafting before her eyes.
“Besides” Chloe replied. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before” trust Chloe to choose now of all times to start cracking jokes.
“I didn’t ask for this and you know it” Max objected.
“Come on Max” Chloe persisted. “We haven’t seen each other for five years. Don’t you wanna, you know, catch up?”
“Of course I did” Max replied. “But I didn’t expect this”
“Don’t you remember, Max” Chloe leant in closer, her pert nipples passing daringly close to Maxs face before Chloe pressed another kiss to Maxs lips. “We used to do things like this all the time”
Chloe’s honeyed words brought the memories to the forefront of her mind. Max remembered their shared teenage years spent uncovering the hidden depths of Arcadia Bay. Max still remembered the time when they were exploring the base of the cliffs together and found what would become their secret den. As the years passed the two friends continued to mature together and began to explore new experiences together.
Max remembered lying amongst the cool rock faces deep inside the cave, the uncoordinated wrestling of their lips as they fumbled awkwardly together in a virgin mimicry of passion. The quivering caress of shaking hands across her freshly exposed skin, the hitch of her breath in her throat as Chloe’s explorative fingers caressed a particularly sensitive spot.
“Yeah” Max said. “But that was just messing around and…”
“And how is this different?” Chloe asked, leaning lower she replaced her lips to Max’s neck. An array of kisses, licks and nips elicited a soft coo from Maxs lips. “You know you’re enjoying this” Maxs slow descent into euphoria clearly had not gone unnoticed by her blue haired lover. “Now, I’m in the mood to mess around some more”
“That’s just the weed talking” Max persisted, even if she herself was beginning to doubt the truth of her own words. Chloe had enjoyed getting freshly baked last night after returning from their twilight swim. The trifecta of adrenaline, marijuana and underlying sexual tension were swiftly combining to form a rather surreal experience.
Chloe returned Maxs hands down towards Maxs waist, her fingers caressing the seam between her soft cotton underwear and her t-shirt. “Your turn now” Chloe whispered faintly beneath her breath. Chloe’s hands released Maxs, leaving them to her own devices to lay idly at her waist.
Maxs first instinct was to use the opportunity to free herself of Chloe’s insistent hold, or reaffirm her request for Chloe to put her t-shirt back on to preserve some meagre shred of modesty. But at the same time something compelled her to keep moving forward, to embrace her new relationship with open arms. Max tentatively gripped the hem of her t-shirt between her quivering fingers, beginning to draw it sheepishly up across her flat stomach.
“Your turn Caulfield” Chloe cooed. “Why don’t you show me what you have tucked away under there?”
“Hey, I’ll take my time” Max responded firmly. “You don’t have to be so pushy about it”
“You kissed ME remember” Chloe replied with a sly grin.
“You dared me too” Max defended. Maxs t-shirt caught beneath the curve of Maxs breasts, Max dared herself to make the final pull-
“I’ve got something to show you” Chloe said suddenly, the devilish glint in her eyes accompanied by a mischievous grin. Chloe climbed off of the bed and walked briskly across the room, glancing back over her shoulder she flashed another smile back at Max. “Close your eyes, no peeking”
Max begrudgingly closed her eyes. All Max could hear was Chloe’s closet opening, the soft rustle of cloth, the sharp rattle of Chloe’s belt.
“Ok” Chloe’s voice emerged through the darkness. “You can open your eyes now”
Maxs eyes fluttered open, her breath caught in the back of her throat as her whole body tensed. The thought that when she opened her eyes she would see Chloe standing before her wearing strap on dildo had never even come across her mind. The long pink shaft extended from her pelvis was secured around her waist with black leather straps, worn over her light blue shorts.
“You ready Caulfield?” Chloe smiled with what could only be described as a shit eating grin. Chloe grasped the base of the shaft in her hand, waving it around with barely contained glee.
“Chloe, I-” Max said, her words snuffed out as Chloe scampered forwards and eagerly leapt on top of her lover still laid out on the bed beneath her.
“First, let me get this off you” Chloe reached down to clutch the hem of Maxs t-shirt, drawing it up across her flat stomach. The soft caress of fabric across her bare nipples swiftly brought the small nubs to attention beneath her top. Chloe continued to draw Maxs t-shirt across her front, passing Maxs breasts before pulling it over her head and discarding the top off of the bed.
Max instinctively reached up to cross her arms across her chest to cover her breasts and maintain some semblance of modesty. Considering all that had transpired over the past few days, and the circumstances they found themselves in, nudity seemed an unnecessary taboo to be concerned with.
“Come on Max” Chloe purred “Let me see them fly wild and free” Chloe held Maxs forearms and pulled them down by her sides, exposing her soft bosoms to Chloe’s hungry gaze. With her path clear Chloe leant down to caress her lips across the soft skin of Max’s neck. Leaving a trail of kisses in her wake Chloe’s adventurous lips traced the dark circle of Maxs pink nipple. Max quivered beneath Chloe’s caresses, the warm tongue unlike anything she had ever experienced before. The combination of warmth and the expert movements of Chloe’s lips were swiftly brining Max to a height of pleasure she had never imagined could be achievable. Chloe’s lips moved across the divide of Maxs cleavage to attend to her other breast, leaving her free hand to idly caress Maxs engorged nipple. Max feared she was about to be pushed over the edge by the merest touch of Chloe’s lips. Just as Max felt herself being pushed beyond the point of no return the warmth of Chloe’s mouth retreated, leaving Max to shiver on the bed in her wake.
Max felt the press of the tip of Chloe’s faux penis against her other lips. Chloe pressed her hips forward, with every forward pass the tip touched her clit and sent shivers down her spine. Chloe pressed her hips forward, Max’s lips parted to accept another inside of her for the very first time. Maxs fingers clawed at the loose bedsheets beneath her in a desperate search for purchase. Chloe inched herself forward before retreating as far as she had come, each thrust delving deeper inside of Max. Several thrusts had passed, countless retreats and advances leaving Max panting on the bed. Max felt the soft press of Chloe’s outer thighs against her, the whole length of the strap on now buried deep inside of her.
Max knew in her heart Chloe would never do anything to hurt her. But one of Chloe’s greatest flaws was her habit to become so consumed with her own pleasure as to the exclusion of those around her.
“You see Max” Chloe soon found a comfortable pace, the rhythmic thrust and retreat causing the fake penis to rub against her engorged clit. Even with the strap on Chloe felt a true connection between her and Max, Chloe threw her head back and howled in barely contained bliss as the frequency of her thrusts increased to match the growing crescendo of her release. “Who needs a man when you’ve got-”
Chloe looked down and saw the tears emerging in the corners of Maxs eyes, the soft whimper escaping Maxs lips. The blood drained from Chloe’s features, the panic setting in as her mind struggled to form some semblance of order.
“Max, oh shit!” Chloe panicked. “I’m so sorry, did I-”
Max suddenly leapt up from the bed to hug her arms around Chloe’s shoulders, burying herself into Chloe’s shoulder and supressing whatever Chloe had intended to say. “I’m sorry, Chloe” Max pleaded. “I’ve just I’ve dreamed about this moment for so long. I think in my heart I’d always hoped my first time would be with you”
Chloe stifled back a sob of her own, raising her arms to wrap tightly around Maxs back. “Max, I never knew…”
“But I want us to be together properly” Max said. “Without the strap-on between us”
Chloe sniffled and hugged Max tighter in her arms, brushing her lips against Maxs ear. “Alright Max, as you wish” Chloe’s hand drifted down to the belt fastened around her waist and fumbled to release the ties. Her quivering fingers struggled for purchase against the smooth leather and arcane clasp.
“Let me help” Max took Chloe’s fingers in her own, steadying her hand they released the intricate clasp together. The smooth leather slipped effortlessly across Chloe’s smooth skin, allowing the toy to fall off of the bed beside them. The two lovers lay on the bed beside each other, intertwined in the other’s arms. There was no more competition, no more struggle to emerge on top. For now they could simply lie together, feeling the warm press of the others body against them.
Maxs fingers caressed the seam of Chloe’s underwear, tracing the dividing line where Chloe’s skin met the soft cotton. Maxs fingers made an inquisitive caress beneath the lip of Chloe’s shorts, feeling the warm press of skin against her open palm. Maxs fingers passed over a moist mound, a soft shiver cascading up Chloe’s body. Maxs free hand rested on Chloe’s flat stomach, her finger tips gently tickling Chloe’s stomach and causing her to buck and writhe on the bed beside her.
Max was swiftly learning two new things about herself. First, she much preferred the touch of finger and tongue across her skin above the plastic mimicry. Second, she was starting to think she had a thing for breasts, or Chloe, or Chloe’s breasts. Either way she knew she loved them both. This was the real Chloe, concealed beneath all of the bravado and showmanship, the side of her she truly loved.
Max rolled over on the bed to lie beside Chloe, basking in the warm afterglow of their shared embrace.
Oh - thinkin' about all our younger years
Max began to sing beneath her breath, serenading her blue haired lover.
There was only you and me
We were young and wild and free
Now nothin' can take you away from me
Chloe could not help but erupt into a flurry of unrestrained laughter. “Max, you are such a dope” Chloe playfully cuffed Max on the shoulder, only for Max to continue unabated.
We've been down that road before
But that's over now
You keep me comin' back for more
“Come on Chloe” Max persisted. Chloe finally conceded, singing in tune with her lover.
Baby you're all that I want
When you're lyin' here in my arms
I'm findin' it hard to believe
We're in heaven
And love is all that I need
And I found it there in your heart
It isn't too hard to see
We're in heaven
Chloe could not maintain her composure, falling back onto the bed in fits of laughter. Max could not resist the temptation, reaching out to retrieve her analogue camera from the bedside table. Holding the camera out at arm’s length she prepared to take a selfie which would no doubt find pride of place amongst the Max Caulfield collection. Once again Chloe could not resist the urge to photobomb Maxs selfie, this time though, Chloe was the one to initiate the kiss.

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Rachel left a bunch of her clothes with me, she’s your size.
Rachel Amber’s clothes fit surprisingly well, almost as though they had been bought for her. Max adjusted the collar of her shirt, somehow when she put on these clothes she felt like a whole new person. It was almost as though by wearing something of hers Max was taking on the spirit of Rachel Amber, wherever she may be.
“Looking good Max” Chloe’s voice withdrew Max from her daydream.
Chloe was someone who remained unwaveringly confident in her own skin. Chloe carried herself with a calm serenity the shy insecure Max could only dream of, feeling she had to take on the guise of a nickname to allow herself to fit in with those that surrounded her.
Society at large branded Chloe a punk but she took such a blunt accusation and wore the fiery brand with pride, reclaiming the word in her own right. Chloe could see the vanity and corruption running rampant amongst those who deemed themselves among societies betters and she chose to openly rebel against what others blindly accepted.
Max felt Chloe’s weight pressed against her back, her long arms wrapping around her shoulders, her warm breath passing over her ear. “Let’s go introduce you to Joyce”
Having reverted back to her usual white tank top and faded jeans Chloe lead Max downstairs in search of the source of the alluring aroma of freshly made breakfast. “Hey mom” Chloe lead Max towards the kitchen, her arm wrapped around Maxs waist and drawing her close. “Look whose come for breakfast”
It was while Joyce was recounting about how much Max looked the spitting image of Rachel in those new clothes that Max felt Chloe’s hand slip from around her waist for her fingers to nestle snuggly in the back pocket of her jeans. It wasn’t long before Max had to supress a soft yelp as she was sure she had felt an amorous squeeze.

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I began writing this shortly after the release of Life is Strange Episode 2. Originally I had intended to set this during the scene in Episode 1 in Chloe’s room after she gives you the camera. However after playing through Episode 3 I found the scene after the raid on Blackwell fit my intended narrative a lot better and I pretty much rewrote everything I had up to that point, salvaging lines and ideas where I could.
I wanted to release this before Episode 4 was released and originally planned to split it into two chapter’s dependant on whether or not I could finish it before the release date. This was mainly because I didn’t want to risk myself doing another rewrite based events/information learned in Episode 4 but I managed to complete it in time so here it is in its entirety.
After this the story is going to be made up of a series of unconnected one-shots based on whatever ideas I come up with. As it stands the next story after this will be a Marshfield (Max x Kate) story set in Blackwell Academy before Life is Strange Episode 1. I’m also pondering the idea for a Chloe x Max story set post Life is Strange (Working on the assumption Arcadia Bay is saved from the tornado and Max and Chloe are in a relationship) looking into their post LiS life together (May or may not retain Maxs powers).
Depending on what happens in the coming episodes, and what inspiration I can derive from them, I’ll probably come up with some new stories still to come.

Lyrics of the song Heaven are copyright of Bryan Adams.
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