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(There would be different POV'S. Because Vanilla, as she would be called now, doesn't talk much and I think y'all would like to know about the characters, personally, so I'd start with the one that's stayed longer)

Strawberry's pov

It could have gone worse.

I could have let the collar go, and Coco, the foolish dog that he is would have bounded off to her and begin to sniff her and her aunt then possibly scare them so that they leave and never come back.

Or let Mel go so he runs back into the house, and Cream would follow, leaving Mistress standing there, though I am sure she would have followed to make sure they were alright.

And I would have threatened her to never tell anyone else to come here.

But I got sidetracked.

After all my immense planning and calculations of last night, I had thought of a plan that would make sure it remains just me, Mistress and the boys that's why I agreed to welcome the new female as she came, much to Mistress surprise.

Infact, she had kissed me, telling me thank you, and I had felt bad about what I was planning to do, but it was for the best.

I couldn't let anyone who we didn't know or have a knowledge of, especially a gender that is known to gossip endlessly and stupidly, to let the world know of what we did.

Not that I was ashamed of the fact I was in love with five people.

No, far from it.

I knew that the public would not let the matter die fast, and Coco did not like being disturbed, neither did Mistress.

So I wanted to protected them.

Cause it was my job.

Mistress protected all of us and I helped.

But as I said earlier, I got sidetracked.

The boys and I had jotted down a rundown of the possible females that would come.

Thanks to our importance and popularity, we knew at least all the females that could come here.

None, were what I saw.

A short, snowflaked hair, big eyes that seemed to swallow the world with wonder, quivering red lips and a face that made you want to kiss it and make sure that it was okay.

So you see, it wasn't my fault.

Still, the fact she had been able to disarm me with just a look with those deer eyes made my guard even rise up higher and I knew clearly that I had to stay away from her if I wanted her gone so I didn't get distracted.

That was why as she sat five steps away from me, smelling of Vanilla, as Mistress made us smell like our designated flavour names, staring around the house like it was the first time she had seen chandeliers dangling from a ceiling.

I ignored her.

I focused on my book, that four pages ahead would tell me why and how Persia defeated Greece, cause it still seemed impossible to me, with Coco and Mel sitting at my feet, though still collared.

But I couldn't.

Because Coco was straining to smell her, every second making me pull on his collar and hearing him whimper while Mel was staring at her like she was a goddess.

But no one said anything.

And I was grateful.

But alas, when something will go wrong, it WILL go wrong.

"So you speak but you refuse to?" Cream asks lazily, a bored look on his face, as usual, still on that goddamn robe that made me want to lick him all over, as he laid on a couch next to her.

The closeness should have bewildered her, and I am sure it did when her big eyes widened up a little.

Then Chocolate spoke "She smells nice. I wonder if she tastes nice too"

"She probably will" Mel replies, his voice ever soft "Everyone tastes nice to you"

Coco turns to him, a grin on his face "Not like you darling"

Mel blushes, but does not say anything.

I on the other hand still careful ignore him, them, until Cream behaves like the asshole that he is.

"Mistress says not to ignore Ber" He drawled, sighing as he did so.

That snapped me.

"I don't care" I say "You shouldn't even BE here, we are already okay and she doesn't even seem to be one of us"

"You don't know that...."

"Look at her!" I snap "She's looking around like she's never seen working bulbs before"

Mel grumbled "Be nice"

"Fuck you" I say at him before standing up and walking to the kitchen.

There, a smell comes from it, and I know it's Mistress cooking, cause Mel is in the lounge and I see her.

She's tall, has always been, I remember when I had realized I was growing to her height and the joy that had come with it, though she was still taller.

I walk up her, wrapping my arms around her waist, breathing in that familiar smell of us.

Of Strawberry.

Caramel.

Cream.

Chocolate....

Then a last smell hit me and I am reeling backwards in shock, hitting my back on the wall as she turns, in worry "Are you alright? Did the soup burn you?"

"You smell like her!" I yell.

Of course, she understands the anger, she understands where I'm coming from, like it's a phase she has to face three other times (with the others but this time it's different) and says "Berry, come"

"She just came Mistress" I say, no, I plead "You shouldn't trust her, you shouldn't smell like fucking Vanilla"

She raises an eyebrow "Did you cuss?"

"It doesn't matter"

"It does to me" She replies softly, now taking a rag and wiping her hands on it "It means you're mad, I don't like you mad, come"

"Mis...."

"Strawberry" She says now, like she's adding a please to me in her head and I can hear it.

Because Mistress and I had a bond that was strong.

Stronger than what I had with the boys.

Stronger than what I had with anyone.

I find my body obeying as I walk to her. She pulls me, in her forehead on mine, as she breathes on me.

It's mint, it's always mint, because she knows we like tasting that on her, because she knows we love it.

Because she likes to please us.

"Oh Berry" She whispers.

I open my mouth to say something, to probably rebuff her, but her lips find mine in one gentle taking and I gasp.

She's warm, always warm, leading my tongue as different flavors explode in my mouth as I lean in.

My body burns at the contact, but it wants more.

More....

The door of the kitchen opens and I hear a small gasp before "Oh, apologies, I didn't know you were busy"

Mistress slowly pulls away from me, cold air touching my wet lips as she turns to him "Come here Mel"

Caramel, ever blushing as he does so, shutting the door and stands in front of us.

Mistress sighs, no breathes, as she cups his face and whispers "Beautiful"

Caramel says nothing, because there's nothing to say.

Mistress understood, she always understood.

"Do you believe I love you?" She asks.

Caramel wastes no time "Yes"

"Do you think that it wouldn't last?" She continues.

There's slight hesitation, and I know he needs reassurance so I grab him and kiss him.

It's not soft, it's rough full with message, as if I'm missing sense into him.

At first, he's shocked but he's pulling me in, his hands finding them selves into my hair and squeezing as he lets me dominate him.

When I pull away, his cheeks are embarrassingly red as Mistress softly chuckles "Adorable"

"She wouldn't stop loving us" I say to him.

She kisses my head, as if I'm rewarding me and it makes my legs feel like jelly as she says "And do not forget that"