Hazel lounges around all day, the rat girl who lives with me now. She loves to wear my clothing, though it's all a bit too baggy for her. She doesn't seem to mind. I suppose she gets used to wearing things like this after awhile. I don't know what her story is, but I found her in a box in a downtrodden alleyway, shivering and crying as the rain fell on her head. That was a week ago. Ever since then, she has been living with me.

I watched her in the living room while I prepared dinner. Her little tail, all pinkish-white, swung back and forth behind her as she luxuriated about. She was splayed out across the sofa, scrolling through something on my phone which we now shared together. Something about how she lazed on a quiet evening... It was cute, really.

She looked up, and noticed my occasional glances. "What are you smiling about, servant?" she asked.

"Oh nothing," I replied. "It's been quite the week, hasn't it? You've got yourself a whole new life."

"I do indeed," she said as she sat up, stretching her arms above her head. "I feel so much better under your hospitality, servant! Which has earned you one hug, redeemable upon completion of your duties!"

"Very well," I responded. The first two days or so, she was so shy. She would hide under my bed, barely even acknowledging me when I came home from work. But I guess after that she just really opened up. She's has... quirks, but she's not bad to be around. Her little royalty thing where she pretends to be a princess is kind of cute, if not silly. I'm her little servant, and she makes all the rules. Or at least, that's how she puts it. I just go along with it because it seems to make her happy.

"What are you cooking tonight?" she asked as I put the finishing touches on my meal.

"I thought we'd have spaghetti bolognese," I replied. "It's one of my favorites."

"Yay! Spaghetti!" she exclaimed happily, hopping off the couch and rushing over to me. She hugged me tightly, burying her face into my chest. "Thank you for making dinner for me again!"

I chuckled softly as I patted her head. "You're welcome, Hazel. Though, you know I make dinner every night, right? You didn't need to thank me for that."

She pulled away from me and grinned at me mischievously. "But I did. And besides, I am your precious little princess, aren't I? You should bask in my gratitude every once in a while."

"Alright," I laughed. "I suppose you're right."

"I love you, servant," she said sweetly before pulling away from me and running back to the couch, jumping onto it with her lithe little legs. She waited with desirous fidgets as I brought two large plates filled with hearty servings of spaghetti bolognese to the living room coffee table. I sat next to her and began eating. Watching her eat was mildly captivating. I didn't know if it was her past life, or just what rat girls were like in general, but she had an incredible appetite.

As she continued to shovel pasta into her mouth, she managed to somehow spill some sauce on herself. "Oh no!" she cried, looking down at her oversized shirt with a big red splotch on it. "I ruined my clothes! Servant! Wash me, please!"

"I can throw it in the laundry machine after dinner, no worries."

"...Well, I want a bath anyway," she pouted. "Can I take one now?"

"Sure." I shrugged. "I'll run the water for you in a bit. I see you're done eating anyways."

"Good servant," she said happily as began pulling her shirt over her head.

I quickly grabbed her arm. "Hey, woah, hold on there," I said, holding up my hands defensively. "I don't think that's such a good idea."

She looked at me curiously. "Why not?"

"Well... uh..." I stammered. "I mean... you'd be shirtless in front of me."

She flicked her hand in dismissal. "So? We're about to bathe together, aren't we?"

"We are?" I asked uncertainly.

"Yes!" she exclaimed. I let go of her wrist in surprise, and she bounded off of the sofa, her little pitter patter feet slapping against the floor as she dashed towards the bathroom, removing her shirt and dumping it on the floor.

I sat there dumbfounded as she had disappeared in a flash. I knew she was waiting for me in the bathroom now, and given how impatient rat girls can be, I figured it would be bad to keep her waiting. I put down my nearly finished food, and headed into the bathroom.

The moment I opened the door, Hazel was sitting on the edge of the tub, naked as a jaybird. Her white hair flowed over her petite body, and her big circular ears were twitching excitedly. "'Bout time! It's cold, get the tub running!"

"Right away, Princess Hazel," I replied nervously. I rushed over to the faucet and flipped it on. The hot water started to flow out, filling the tub. I was trying not to look at her too much, but she was definitely eye-catching. She seemed so happy, though. Her tail was swishing back and forth, and she couldn't contain her grinning smile. She had no problem with nudity, but I still felt uncomfortable being alone with her.

"Are you gonna undress already? Surely you aren't going to hop in the tub with me wearing all those clothes?" she asked me as she hopped off the side of the tub.

I blushed slightly as I took my shirt off. "I know, okay? Don't rush me, Hazel."

She was mesmerized watching the steaming water slowly fill the basin, which granted me a bit of relief in taking off my clothes. It was hard not to peek at her bent over, her ass pointed at me. But I resisted, and soon enough the tub was full. She turned to me and beckoned me to get in first.

"I wanna be on servant's lap," she demanded with a playful huff.

"Okay," I responded, unsure why she wanted me to do that. I lowered myself in, and then waited as she clambered in with that skittish way she moves around. She positioned herself on my lap in the water, and leaned back against my chest. The warmth of her body against mine was comforting, and her skin was soft to the touch. My hands were around her like a little belt, and as I held her tight, she sighed contentedly.

"Oh, this is nice," she murmured. "It's been ages since I've taken a bath."

"I'm glad you like it. I assume you've been eyeing my tub for some time?"

"Yeah, Since I got here... I never really got to take a bath before," she admitted. "Street life wasn't exactly conducive to good bathing."

"Well, you're safe here," I told her. "I promise you won't have to worry about anything."

She nodded against me. "Thanks."

Our little chit-chat ended, and we sat in silence. I felt her relax more against me, her breathing slowing down as she further settled into the warm water. If I wasn't so shy, I could have enjoyed this bath with her a bit more. But her little movements kept making friction against my cock, and I was getting very aroused. Not that I'd ever tell her that.

After awhile, Hazel spoke up again. "Servant?"

"Yeah?" I replied softly.

"Why is your thingy so stiff? I think I feel it against my butt."

"Oh, um, well, I guess I just got a little worked up from bathing you."

"Ohh, I see," she said knowingly. "You want to do naughty things with me, don't you?"

I sat up a little bit, and I knew I needed to admonish her behavior. "No, and don't say things like that."

"So why are you hard, then?" she asked innocently.

"It's just a natur-" I groaned as she cut me off by wiggling her bum again, rubbing herself against my dick. "Hazel! Stop that!"

"What's wrong, servant? Is my royal body too stimulating for you?"