I woke up and was taken out of my sisters breasts even as she unshrunk me. This was actually not the first time that she did this, and I had gotten used to it. Because yes, usually she just shrunk me down to doll size, but there were a number of reasons why my dignity had died a lonely death a long, long time ago. And it wasn't just because I could not fight back and stop her, and even now there was a massive gulf in our respective abilities beyond the fact that Sabrina was just built different.

But yes, breakfast was in the room and featured me sitting in her lap as we telekinetically fed each other, and I was going to need to feed and take care of my team, even if last night had been, well, I would laugh at anyone who says Sabrina was not an act of legendary in her own right. That and a little desperate to cuddle, as I had rarely been beyond arms reach for more than a few hours at a time before in years. We were not quite a pair of Kangaskhan, but...

It was something I considered as I waved to Peach, as she had come in from the surf as she had been training. "So. You and your sister. All night in a love hotel." Her tone was trying to be as flat as big sis even as she raised an eyebrow. Thankfully, Sabrina had teleported back to Saffron already, as my martial artist friend came closer, her body wet as she elbowed me. "Now, as I'm aware that I'm your only human friend and a registered tomboy," there was a faint sparkle in her eyes, "give me the naughty details dude."

She ruined it by sticking out her tongue, and I rolled my eyes, not really laughing. "We talked and cuddled, before she shrunk me down to the size of one of those really small dolls and stuck me in her boob pocket again." I shrugged, even as she just stared at me. "Not much else really."

She was blankly, slowly as she froze in place, one finger raised. "She shrunk you down. Again, because apparently she can do that, and put you between her breasts. Again?!"

The flushed cheeks as she started to get more animated, I rolled my eyes, because yes, just because I was not good at social cues, did not mean I was totally unaware of how weird things in my family. I was going to have to check in on mom and dad... even if only to see if she was still calling them 'the parental units' and if she was interacting with them. Granted, I barely did, but... Sabrina, as I nodded towards Peach. "Yeah, she does that. I mean, I'm her literal dress up doll."

The sting of emasculation had grown more tolerable with time and barely registered these days. I was never going to have dragons on my team, Sabrina had firmly stepped the pride out of me. "As in, full clothes, make up, nail polish, the works. Shrinking me optional, but yeah, being used as a pokemon in her battles against your dad? Actually less painful." I paused, as she sputtered. "On a spiritual and mental level, not a physical one. You hit hard."

She snorted, even as there was a hint of challenge in her tone. "You going to finish that with , like a girl?"

Why would? Ah. A lot of the local martial artist scene in Saffron was male dominated. "So. My big sister. Saffron's psychic goddess who can literally turn me into a doll or fold me in half across the city." I raised an eyebrow as she seemed thoughtful. "Why would I think girls are weak again? You know, besides the fact that you beat me up on the regular?"

She grumbled, even as a playful tap struck my shoulder, a smile on her face.

So, as it turns out there is a mostly female dojo near Mount Moon, which was one of those things that honestly seemed like it would not come up unless you were a part of the martial artist scene. And given how my big sis was the one to drop the regions fighting gym down into the minor leagues instead of the major circuit, I was not really that welcome. Which you know, fair. Not really, but I was not going to argue it, even as... well people generally thought of it as a single mountain. It... wasn't quite.

Sure, there was a single formation that towered over the others, but there were plenty of smaller peaks in the area surrounding what people saw as the only real mountain there, along with plenty of hills, ravines, streams, gorges and woodlands in addition to the (in)famous caves and heights. But there was a subtle pulse of sorts. Which was not actually surprising, as it wasn't like some aspects of the area were not commonly known among the psychic community, even if a lot of it... well, apparently Sabrina had broken into the vault of hidden lore under the gym.

Transmutation and shrinking others were not, after all, standard psychic abilities, at least as they were generally understood or allowed to be understood in the modern age. And sure, much had been buried in the aftermath of the Great War, but not nearly as deep as what most people thought. For instance, there were records in the tomes of psychics opening wormholes in certain locations... and usually getting dragged in or devoured if not destroyed by whatever came through. And Mount Moon was one of those locations.

But yeah, I was NOT going to do the stupid thing and tear open unstable rifts were the veils were thin, as that seemed less like a way of calling pokemon and more like some sort of suicide attempt. No, instead I was going to do my best to climb the peaks, to head to the top... and find meteorites or moonstone formations to meditate at.

Jade

On the one hand, she was sure that Janine had only gotten Master Koga to accept the contract because of her personal connections to the principles sister. On the other hand their mission, such as it was, largely featured observation and maintaining some of their wider intelligence networks, but was not too likely to have actual battle. Their goal was to secure the principle and flee if he would be in danger of losing his life... and only if death was certain otherwise. He was, after all, on his journey.

Which is why she wondered, as he moved up one of the lesser peaks, avoiding the more dangerous sites, careful and probing with his telepathic senses, his recently caught Snubbull deployed to use their nose, sniffing for threats and to make sure that the way was safe. Prudent, even as she wondered WHY he was heading for an upper site, one that was largely unclaimed, except when the moon was full. Which it would not be for an other two weeks. And then he moved into a crack that they missed.

There was no swearing or panic, as they redeployed to keep an eye on him, as he was... well, likely following something that made sense to a psychic. Even as she perched in the tree, an illusion wrapped around her so she was just part of the foliage, psychics were weird. But as he came to rest in a hidden bowl, a henge of glossy stones surrounding the center. There was, as she observed via her binoculars, a great deal of bear imagery, despite a lack of signs suggesting the presence of Ursaring in the area.

Still, he was setting up camp on the edges of the bowl, and releasing his pokemon... before approaching what seemed to be an altar in the middle of the henge and meditating.

Matthew

The henge had faint traces of psychic energy sure, but more than that, there was something more... cosmic about this place. Something holy and other worldly, even as it was connected to something. Traces of mist and fog and maybe, that was like Fang, and not. Similar, but important in how it was different, as I sat down, as I simply observed the henge that was not raised by human hands. No, even as I looked between the symbols, glowing faintly as the moon rose, constellations tracked by the positions of the stone and how the shadows were cast, it was clear just what this whole thing was centered on.

How could it be otherwise, when the henge and the altar were made of moonstone after all. When at its peak, the moon would be directly over the henge, visible as if directly above it as they glimpsed across the distance at each other, a bridge forming from the mists through the heavens and onto the earth. Or was it to the moon that we saw, or the idea of the moon? There was no way to tell, as I sat before the altar, as I breathed in and watched it all turn.

So the fact that the sun was rising... that was odd, as I blinked and stretched, as I had not lost track of time like that for ages. And for some reason I could still see some of the major constellations in the sky, which was different. Still, nothing to it but to explore and meditate some more, maybe find some other structures or pokemon.

I looked at the blob stuck in a vice, weeping as its eyes were wide, even as its eyes were on me, and memories of music leaked into a shared mental connection. I pulled it free and said the only thing I could. "I will call you Elvis, and you shall sing a house down."

The little one cheered, voice horse from crying, arms wiggling adorably.