Camping

You finally stop walking as the sun begins to creep below the horizon, and darkness begins to envelop the wooded path.

You and Nightwing have been walking basically non-stop since you left. You've been keeping off the main road to avoid people freaking out when they see her - which is relatively easy, given that the majority of your route avoids the beaten path.

However, walking on uneven ground has taken its toll on you. You're absolutely exhausted - every muscle in your legs is screaming, and you're decently sure that muscles you didn't even know you have are in pain.

"This seems like as good a place as any to spend the night," Nightwing announces.

"You know, I always knew I'd have a reason to use this," you announce as you dig around in your bag.

Nightwing looks at you in confusion, and even more so as you place a small fabric square on the grass in the clearing you've stopped in. You have her stand back, and after pulling the cord on the side of the square, it immediately turns into a tent with a puff of smoke. It's even tied down to the ground.

"What in the world..."

"Elves make crazy shit," you explain. "This apparently uses some kind of spatial distortion magic, and some kind of magic called nanotech. Impressive, right?"

"Yes, quite - and it is indeed a satisfactory shelter." She walks around it, and eventually pokes her head into the tent. She has to bend over to do so, giving you a fantastic view of her butt stretching her jeans. Flustered, blushing, and now half-hard, you turn your focus to your bag, pulling out sandwiches for the two of you to share.

"Let's eat now - I dunno about you, but I'm exhausted, and starving." Nightwing pulls away from the tent, approaching to take the sandwich in your outstretched hand. You hope she doesn't see the tent in your pants...

{if@ Nightwing thinks you're a pervert==true}Nightwing scowls at you, snatching the sandwich from your hand. "I could practically feel you staring at me, ****. You'd best learn to control your animalistic impulses, or I will remove them from you - painfully."{else}Nightwing immediately notices how flustered you are, and rolls her eyes. "Oh, come on, are you really that uncomfortable around a humanoid female that you can't handle one bending over near you?" She scoffs, snatching the sandwich from you.{endif}

Well, shit.

You both eat in silence, echoing the mood of the entirety of your trip so far. After you're done, you both wordlessly climb into the tent, eager to escape the fast-approaching chill of the night. You zip the entrance shut behind you, and place your bag in one corner.

The tent is just big enough for the both of you to stand in, so long as you both bend over a little bit.

The floor of the tent has two built-in matts with blankets and pillows. "Which one do you want?" You ask, motioning towards them.

Nightwing shrugs. "That doesn't really matter to me. So long as we are able to rest - my stamina is still recovering from the magic I used to alter my body like this..." She barely stifles a yawn.

You pause for a moment to consider what she's been going through. She's in a body completely unfamiliar to her.

"Actually, before we sleep, could we talk for a bit?"

"About what?"

"I was wondering how you're adapting to a different body," you explain. "Are you feeling comfortable yet?"

Nightwing hesitates before answering. "To be truthful... no, I am not." She sits down on the floor of the tent, and you follow suit. "Two feet is hard to get used to, and...they've been hurting, honestly."

"Oh, I can help with that - lay down in one of the beds." She stares at you for a moment, before conceding and lying in one of the two beds. "This might feel a bit weird at first, but I promise it'll help."

You start to undo the laces of her shoes, and take notice of how tight they are on her feet. "Hmm...I didn't realize how small this shoe would be on you. Human's feet swell throughout the day, especially when walking long distances - so this probably had something to do with it."

She breathes a sigh of relief when you finally get both shoes off, after a bit of cajoling due to how tight they are. She starts to pull her feet back, but you grab her ankles to stop her. "Slow down there - I'm just getting started."

Nightwing narrows her eyes at you, and gives you a single-word command. "Explain."

"I'm going to rub your feet," you oblige her. "It'll feel nice - I promise."

Nightwing huffs after some consideration. "Proceed."

You gingerly pull her socks off, and let her know when you're going to start rubbing. She watches you carefully as you grasp her foot.

{if@ Nightwing thinks you're a pervert==true}"I'm surprised you can so much as look at my feet without drooling, seeing as how you obsessed over the rest of my body."{else}"I'm surprised you can so much as look at my feet without falling apart, given how flustered you get when you see any part of me."{endif}

You blush in indignation. "I'm just not particularly into feet - they hold no real attraction for me. They don't really... get to me in the same way that breasts or butts do."

Before the dragon can respond, you begin to kneed the flesh with your thumbs, gently massaging the muscles under the skin.

Almost immediately, Nightwing closes her eyes with a deep, relaxed breath. "Oh...oh, that feels..." She takes another breath. "That feels...quite nice..."

You begin to calm down as she relaxes under your ministrations, some of the tension dissipating.

After a few moments of rubbing one foot, you switch to the other. The switch earns you another sigh of content.

You lose yourself in the task, soothed by the gentle silence of the forest that filters through the tent. As such, Nightwing speaking nearly scares the shit out of you.

"I'm going to expect you to do this on a regular basis," she mumbles, barely conscious.

You smile, glad that you've made her so happy. "Whenever you want."

She nods, a lazy smile creeping across her face as she enjoys your attention.

After a while, your hands start to cramp a bit, so you stop rubbing. Nightwing looks at you with a frown, and you explain why you're stopping.

"Very well - I cannot expect you to continue to perform your tasks beyond your physical capabilities."

"Is anything else bothering you?" You ask as you work your shoes off, and slide into the other bed. "If there's anything you want to talk about, don't hesitate to ask me."

Nightwing seems to think for a moment before responding.

Authors' Note - please let me know what you think of the pacing so far! Personally I'm getting a bit impatient with it myself, but I don't want to rush things - but please let me know what you think!

Also yes, the whole Elven tent thing is a bit Deus Ex Machina, but I've decided to lean into my version of Elves a bit more this time around. It'll make more sense later on.