Keep running.

Drawing on the strength of his spirit and his fear for Ino, Naruto pushes forward with incredible speed, trying to cross the widening gap between him and the chamber...

"Hold on Ino!"

...

Kyuubi giggles softly, an eerie mimic of the real Sakura (so genuine in-fact that Ino wonders how an it can be an illusion), as she cups Ino's chin with her soft and warm digits.

"Just relax Ino," she smiles slightly, "It's only me."

"Usosuki! You're not Sakura!"

She frowns, "That hurts Ino. How can you say something like that?"

"I'm not lying, you're not real–" Ino's eyes widen as she realizes that she's no longer in that hellish mindscape, "What the? Where am I?"

It's her room, she realizes quickly. The purple sheets and the stuffed bear on the dresser.

Sakura folds her arms, "Baka, is there something wrong with you? You sound like you got hit in the head."

Ino shakes her head violently, throwing her arm forward, "Don't try and trick me! I know you're..." Ino freezes, realizing she can move her body again. It's not even sore from being suspended in the air and fucked. Like it was all... a dream?

No. Crazy. That was crazy.

Suspiciously though, she's still.. wet and hot, down there. Maybe it was a dream? An erotic dream... maybe, an erotic nightmare, more possible...

Ino laughs at Sakura's concerned expression, "Sorry I was having a bad dream... I guess?"

"A dream standing up?" Sakura parrots, "Lie down and let me perform some checks on you, you might have hit your head this morning, or yesterday. Did you train at all?"

"Huh? Uh... no, I don't think so..." Ino blinks, fighting off a blush, as Sakura takes Ino's hands and coaxes her to lie down in her bed.

Sakura laughs a little at Ino's expression.

"Don't look so confused baka, you're making me worried."

"Gomen, ah, I was just wondering, why are you here? I don't remember you coming over today... aren't you on a mission?"

Sakura looks at her squarely, "OK Ino, I'm going to look you over and if I don't find anything, we're going straight to Tsunade, alright? If you can't remember that then I'm afraid you might be suffering from some lighter form of amnesia. Maybe one of your mind jutsu backfired? Can you remember training at all?"

"Umm I said, no Sakura, the last time I trained was a week ago... with you,"

Sakura nods and leans over, running her hand slowly under Ino's forehead. Giving Ino a full view of her bra-clad breasts. The hanging mounds have gotten bigger since she last saw them, Ino notices with a blush.

"No fever, that's good, I think,"

Ino grumbles, trying to stabilize her erratic breathing, "What, you don't know if it's good or not?"

"Tsunade still has yet to give me many lessons on brain injury, I think it's because the Yamanaka clan is the only group to have really done much research on it,"

Ino nods quietly.

"Roll over so I can look at the back of your head,"

Ino complies.

Sakura runs her gentle hands through Ino's scalp, frowning, but otherwise not saying anything.

"Sakura? Is something wrong?"

"Ah well, not really. I just noticed something."

"What's that?"

"Your back muscles look really tense."

"Yeah, so?"

Sakura laughs a little, "They could use a massage, don't you think?"

Sakura gives killer massages, being a medic nin, but...

"What about my head?"

"Empty as usual, Ino-pig. Nothing to worry about!"

"Forehead!" Sakura laughs, her weight pressing into the bed as she straddles Ino's butt.

"H-Hey, get off!"

"Oh come on Ino, this is your problem, you don't relax. That's why you can't remember, you're a bundle of nerves. You're just exhausted."

"But Sakura-"

The pink-haired woman grips Ino's shoulders, and using a slight bit of chakra stimulates the muscles.

"O-Oh! S-Sakura-chan, I don't think–"

Oh! "You should-" Oh! "I mean, that is, you don't have to–"

Groan. "Alright, Alright! I give up, your massages are too..."

Sakura laughs as Ino trails off, "Too what?"

"Nothing."

Sakura just grins.

Sakura works down Ino's shoulders, her hot hands melting Ino's body, purging it of stiffness. Soon, her mind has fallen away, thoughts of a false Sakura long gone.

"Hey, I can keep going if you want."

Ino moans into the pillow.

"Alright, raise your arms up, then," Ino does, wondering why but deciding it's not important.

Until Sakura starts pulling on her shirt.

"H-Hey," Ino starts, trying to turn her head.

"Just relax Ino," Sakura giggles, "We're both girls. I've even done this before, remember?"

"Umm, not really."

Sakura pouts, "I can't believe you wouldn't. Maybe you feel asleep."

Despite Ino's meager protest, Sakura gets Ino to unbutton her shirt from the front, Sakura hoists it over her arms revealing creamy skin and a black bra.

"Huh? Looks like we're wearing the same bra Ino," Sakura laughs, "I guess we think alike, huh?"

Ino just turns red with embarrassment.

Satisfied, Sakura begins massaging again, working down Ino's spine. A chorus of laughter and moaning ensures.

"You're too easy Ino, if I ever want something from you, all I need to do is offer a massage."

Ino agrees with a moan.

"Like... hey, Ino, could you spread your arms a little bit? I want to work on your arms and ribs."

"Sure," Ino mumbles.

Minutes later...

"And raise your butt a bit, yeah, like that,"

Ino moans Sakura's name, earning a devious giggle from the girl. Ino loved her laugh.

"Spread your legs a little would you Ino? Yeah, no wait, a little more. That's perfect."

Sakura's working on Ino's lower back, almost at her skirt. At first, Ino worries that Sakura might ask her to take it off...

Feeling warm and tiny, Ino is surprised as Sakura keeps moving down, past her skirt and to her feet.

"O-Oh god Sakura! Tell me when you're going to do that!"

"Don't orgasm on me now," she laughs, causing Ino to tremble. She feels herself grow moist.

"Baka! Don't cross your legs, keep them spread,"

"S-Sorry,"

Sakura does each foot then climbs up her shins and knees, reaching mid-thigh where her skirt begins. For a moment, Ino thinks they're done, but Sakura keeps going, her hands sliding up her right thigh. Shocks of excitement shake her senses.

"S-Sakura," she moans.

Sakura asks quietly, her hands stopping just a few inches under her best friend's skirt.

"I can keep going, Ino-chan."