Rescued Kiki greentext

>You're walking down the street when you see her
>Her maid outfit is ragged and torn, patched up with other fabrics just to keep it together
>Her skin is covered in filth and replete with old scars that healed incorrectly
>Just as you pass in front of her your eyes meet, in that instant you see her eyes light up and she turns to follow you
>"S-Sir! Would you perhaps have need of a cleaning service?" She extends a dainty hand, but you try to ignore her and walk away.
>She doesn't let that dissuade her, the clacking and clicking of her scaly heels follow after you as she stutters more offers for help.
>"I-I don't eat much and I rarely sleep, sir please wait just a moment." She reaches out and grabs your sleeve which finally forces you to stop and face her
>"Do you like maids? I can dress up for you if it would be to your liking sir. I just want a place to stay." Her hands purse together like a prayer as her eyes begin to fill with tears
>"I'm sorry I don't really need anyone fo-" You step away only to have her hold your hand in her own. The filth causes you to violently pull away which in turn causes her to trip and fall
>"Ahh." She cries out as her ankle twists unnaturally, but instead of grabbing her leg she turns back to you immediately.
>"Did I annoy you master? Do you mind if I call you that?" She reaches forward with her hand once more and takes a hold of the seams of your pants
>"Just once. Please just let me try once master. Please don't leave me too. I don't want to be alone anymore." Her pleas begin to break up as sobs force their way through.
>Something like pity stirs in your stomach as she desperately grabs a hold of your leg and rubs her filthy hair against it with the devotion of a religious fanatic.
>"I'll do anything for you, master. Do you not like maids? That's fine too! I'll be anything for you if you just give me the chance. P-Please give me the chance." Tears splash against the floor after coating her cheeks.

>It takes you quite a bit of time calm her down, and even then she remains quite shaky as you explain what you'll do
>She buries her head into her hands as you explain that you'll take her home for the night, and then she can do whatever she desires when the morning comes. When you ask her if she accepts she nods furiously while tears stream down her face.
>You try to help her up but she adamantly refuses to let you. Apologizing for dirtying your hands and promising to not be a burden any longer even as she struggles on her obviously injured ankle
>Night is rapidly approaching when you finally get to your small house, but the look on her face as she walks inside and sees the interior is like a child entering the toystore for the first time
>"Now lets get you in the bath." You say as you grab her hand and lead her toward the main bathroom with a white tub pushed against the wall.
>She freezes once more and hesitates as you try to peel off her rotten clothes. Her lithe hands push you away and she shrinks into the corner
>"P-Please do not worry master. It is not your place to take care of me s-so do not waste your time on such a worthless servant as myself." Her hands tremble as she tries to retreat even further from you.
>"What's wrong, are you sure you're alright?" You try to calm her down by grabbing her hand, but instead she swats you away like a human man swats away a devilbug. Fear painted on her face as one hand grabs on desperately to her tattered clothes.
>"P-Please master, do not force yourself to act kindly in the face of this wretched maid. I do not wish to cause you such misfortune as to gaze at my naked body." She turns away from your gaze with crossed arms that grab on to her shoulders in an iron grip
>You back up slightly and she responds by calming down just enough to regain her composure.

>You tell her that you won't force her to do anything she doesn't want to do, which seems good enough to get her to relax
>Slowly she picks herself up off the ground and waits as you as warm the water and bring her a spare towel as well as some old shirts that you hope will fit her relatively well
>"Are these for me?" She looks down at the old white shirt with a broken collar as if it were a holy relic. For several seconds she holds it gently like a baby before setting it aside on the sink to prevent it from dirtying any further
>This routine is repeated when you hand her the old orange juice stained boxers. Her lips quiver with gratitude before setting it aside and bowing as deeply as she can.
>"Truly you are my master, such kindness I can never hope to repay in a thousand livetimes." Her words are elegant, but you can feel the emotion she holds back as she speaks.
>You tell her to wash as thoroughly as possible and leave her to her own devices. Along the way you swipe the box of razors.
>As soon as you're outside you hear her release a sob, whether driven by happiness or something else you don't know.
>The bathroom door opens nearly two hours later. The steam cloaks the anxious figure of the kikimora inside.
>When you finally catch a glimpse you feel something akin to nausea rising up your throat.
>Her arms, both of them, are covered in cigar burns and scars, some of them seem self inflicted while others look deeper, more sinister.
>Her legs are much the same. The normally bright yellow scales are covered in marks and injuries that have healed incorrectly
>The white shirt hangs loosely on her frame, her breasts are just big enough to fit your hand, which is comparatively small to most monstergirls
>Her ankle is the only fresh wound, a deep purple which she tries to hide by covering it with her other foot.
>"M-Master? What has piqued your interest?" Her voice drips with fear as she follows your gaze across her body.

>"Take a seat at the couch." You guide her to the old busted up couch and she immediately sits down with her hands in her lap as you examine her.
>"Lay down like a bed. I'm going to check out your wound." She flinches at this. Her teeth gritting as she tries to judge betweeen disobeying an order from her master and being touched.
>"M-Master. It's only a light sprain. I'll surely be fine even if you ig-" "Now." She nearly jumps at the authorative tone, but moves to obey immediately
>It wasn't your thing to force others, but it was obvious that she needed some kind of help, and without being forceful she'd never open up.
>Her legs laid out on the couch, you slowly look them over and check out the bruise before gently touching her sole
>"Ahh..." She shakes violently for just a second before gripping the couch to stop herself from pulling away. She breathes slowly and closes her eyes whenever you touch her scales or slide your fingers.
>"I won't hurt you, so just relax and let me see." You look up and she nods knowingly with an expression of doubt.
>"Of course. It's just... It's just..." Her mouth opens but she never goes beyond that. You let her know it's okay to stay silent for now and she slumps into the couch to let you resume.
>After a few minutes you decide it's best to leave it as it is for now. You prepare an icebag and elevate the affected ankle just enough so that she won't be uncomfortable.
>No matter what you do she makes sure to thank you profusely for it. Every cup of water or scrap of bread leaves her on the edge of tears with gratitude.
>At some point you try to tell her not to thank you, but that causes her to cry thinking that she's annoying you.
>Ultimately you tell her to sleep after checking out the worst wounds, she refused to let you check her torso or groin, but it's probably for the best.
>You fall asleep suprisingly quick after locking your door. Her voice swimming through your head as you do so

>You wake up when the stars still fill the night outside, it's far from morning and you can't see anything.
>You can't see anything, except the beam of light crawling into your room from underneath the door that remains locked.
>Beside that is the sound of her voice, too far to understand but close enough to feel the emotion behind it.
>It fills you with unease to think that she'd already disobey the only thing you've order her to do so far, which was rest and remain still, but something in the back of your mind is afraid of another thing entirely.

>You push off the blanket with utmost care to prevent causing a sound and get to your feet.
>The lock takes a minute to work without springing the mechanism, otherwise it would alert her immediately to your presence.
>As soon as the door opens you swing it so slowly and carefully that not even the air on the other side stirs until completely opening
>"Master's... I need to..." Her words begin to take shape as you close the distance stealthily and silently.
>You crouch and stick to the wall as you enter the living room. The lights are on, and the couch is empty, but you can't see her anymore.
>"Master's going to want to... I'll be sure to..." Guided by her voice, you slowly move forward until catching sight of her shadow escaping from the laundry room
>Just a few more steps brings her completely into your sights. Her legs are positioned weirdly to prevent her sprained ankle from working any pressure.
>She's crouched in front of a pile of dirty laundry, her feathery tail poking out of the boxers as her hand dig through the pile desperately searching for something.
>"Found it! I found it!" She raises her voice in excitement. The elegance and demure tone completely gone and replaced by something trashy, almost sinister as she holds up your dirty underwear.
>She smiles with a delighted grin as she presses the dirty clothes to her face and inhales deeply. Her free hand slowly lowering until she's working her lower lips.
>"Master's smell. Master's fragrance is right here... He's so kind and caring." She cackles in a low voice while desperately rutting against the pile of old clothes.
>"I'm going to be a good maid this time. Master won't hate me... Master's taste, so good... This time... This time..." Her words become completely unintelligible as her orgasm intensifies.
>At its zenith she freezes, a lewd moan escaping her lips before collapsing into the dirty clothes. She gasps for air while licking her juices from her fingers.

>She remains there for a while longer, content in resting and enjoying your scent a while longer. You on the other hand take the opportunity to sneak back to the relative safety of your room
>As you fall asleep you hear her voice once more, only this time it sounds raunchy and unrefined as she brings herself to orgasm
>When you wake up the sun is far in the sky and you feel somewhat sluggish. You wander into the living room with cautious optimism and are rewarded by the sight of the kikimora's angelic face as she sleeps on the couch
>Her leg is raised like you left it, and the icebag has long melted but remains pasted to her ankle. For a second you wonder if maybe you weren't dreaming yesterday.
>That's what you hope until you see the tiny bit of white fabric sticking out from beneath the couch
>You approach slowly and crouch to pick it up. Sure enough, it's the old underwear that she used to get herself off yesterday
>"M-Master?" Her eyes flutter open as she comes to. Her voice is calm once more and her lithe hands slowly rise to graze your cheek as if to check that you're actually real
>In a single movement you push the underwear back beneath the couch before turning back to her, her hand still slowly pasing over your face
>"You're quite a bit more touchy today, aren't you?" You smile as best you can trying to keep her calm. Her eyes slowly open up until realization strikes her like a hammer
>Her hand retreats at once she holds it as if you were made of lava. A look of confusion comes across her face which quickly morphs into anxiety
>"My sincere apologies, master." She struggles to sit herself up on the couch and straightening out her white shirt and boxers. "My actions were most unbecoming and I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me."
>"It's not a problem." You retort. She opens her mouth to speak but quickly turns away as if doubting her reply
>"In any case, what plans do you have for today, master?"

>You make breakfast for the two of you, she whined and insisted that her ankle had healed enough to let her handle standing on it, but you ordered her to sit and she soon turned quiet, although still quite unhappy about the situation.
>Afterwards she attempted twice more to convince you to let her do some chores. You gave her permission to wash the dishes as long as she remained seated in a chair and her face lit up with joy at the prospect.
>Meanwhile you cleaned yourself up and got ready to take her to the doctor. More than just the ankle, her entire body looked as if it had suffered some pretty terrible trauma that required looking after.
>"Master! I'm done!" Her voice rang from the kitchen just as you finished getting ready to take her out. She grinned gleefully as you entered the kitchen and presented the cleaned dishes all spotlessly drying in the rack before lowering her head in your direction
>It seemed a weird thing to do until her hand reached out for yours and slowly guided it towards her hair. The dots connected and you thoroughly patted her head as firmly as you could
>Her expression as you rubbed was one of surprise that quickly melted into supreme satisfaction. When your hand stopped and lifted away she chased after it before regaining her composure and straightening out her hair.
>"You did a good job." You congratulated her which drew out a hopeful "you really think so, master?"
>You spent several minutes assuring her that you had never gazed at such beautifully cleaned dishes and with every compliment and comment of praise her smile grew just a tiny bit more. By the end she positively beamed at you with pride unlike anything you had seen before.
>Taking the chance, you explained that you were thinking about taking her to the doctor. The expected coldness was there as she immediately looked downwards, but she also grabbed your sleeve and whispered in a barely audible voice "If master''s there, then I can bear it, maybe."