Natsuko blinked the last of her medi-drug induced bleariness away, her mind vaguely registering the fact that she was lying on something uneven, soft, warm...and before she focused enough to get her bearings, she planted her hands and pushed herself back up so that she could look around and get a better idea of where she was.<br/><br/>(This meant, of course, that poor Sakura's breasts got groped as the scantily clad nekojin rolled herself into a more vertical position, her panty-clad mound grinding against the magical girl's belly.)<br/><br/>"At least I can breathe the air," she said, her voice striking Sakura's ears as sultry, shot through with something like a purr.  "Could be worse."<br/><br/>Not yet noticing the young woman underneath her, she shifted a bit, gasping at the pleasant friction.  "M class world, probably?  Stage three star.  Uhm.  Oh."  Half-forgotten lectures about 'off limit' worlds flickered through her noggin.  "And here I was gonna go straight..."<br/><br/>Now, finally, she looked down to see what she was straddling.<br/><br/>"Oh.  Hello there.  Uhm.  I should probably move, huh?"  Catlike eyes narrow.  "You're bleeding.  You okay?"