Realm of Phorm The Vixdjinn

"I don't need a babysitter."

Kayte and Terri exchanged glances. The towering wolf peered down with concern at the diminutive bunny girl as they walked on, each on either side of the mink. Vect kept pace but a few strides ahead of them both, obviously upset by the company.

"I can handle this myself," the mink muttered.

"Who said it was babysitting?" Kayte answered with ease, "Looks to me like we're just having a day out. When was the last time we all did something together, anyhow?"

"Ooooh!" Terri's eyes lit up immediately, her ears bouncing as she darted forward in front of Vect. The bunny turned on her heels to face her friends, walking backward as they continued along the sidewalk. "Maybe when we're done, we can all go get some boba! Or... or maybe ice cream?"

( Story Continues... )

TRANSGRESSIONS

Transgressions is a fictional story set in the late 2010-era United States, most specifically the California Bay Area. The story is queer, furry, and quite often incredibly sad.

The story follows Vect, a mink who runs a bar and nightclub in the East Bay called Transgressions. Vect endeavors to ensure that the club is a safe haven for anyone and everyone who might seek refuge there, and in fact, the upper floors above the nightclub have been converted into comfortable living spaces to accommodate a sort of commune. However, along with Vect, all of the residents (and most of the patrons) of Transgressions harbor a deep secret that they both nurture and hide.

Meanwhile, Vect and all her allies are consistently hounded by the Apex Alliance, a paramilitary group headed by the enigmatic and cold Andrew Remmington. Remmington and the Alliance seem focused entirely on the murder and destruction of Vect and those they identify as part of her cadre. The crux of the series focuses on Vect's conflict with Remmington, and the secrets they reveal throughout their clash.

It is a story about queer hardship and suffering. But more importantly, it is a story about perseverance in the face of unfair, insurmountable odds.

Full disclosure: Transgressions is a spin off series that picks up where a very, very old line of fiction left off. The original fiction was conveyed via in-character livejournal, some decades ago. While the events and characters from that series are preserved in Transgressions, it is written with an assumption that the reader has zero foreknowledge.


Content Warnings for the series overall: Violence, Gore, Cruelty, Transphobia, Suicide, Nudity, Sexual Contact, Intercourse, Body Modification, Transformation, Foul Language, Gender Exploration and Discussion.

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The following is a list of entries in the Transgressions series, in order of story chronology.

18:47, June 1st, 2014 - South Alameda County, Hotel Room

6:35 AM, June 2nd, 2014 - West Piedmont, Transgression Bar and Nightclub

20:23, July 23rd, 2014 - Somewhere in Alameda County, Apex Alliance Headquarters

11:53 PM, August 14th, 2014 - West Piedmont, Transgressions Bar and Nightclub

12:38 AM, August 15th, 2014 - West Piedmont, Transgressions Bar and Nightclub (Vect's Office)

11:24 AM, April 23rd, 2018 - West Piedmont, The Orange Cafe (Across the Street from Transgressions)

11:28 PM, 15 November 2018 - South Albany, Bayside Shores Apartment Complex

02:28 AM, 16 November 2018 - Somewhere in Berkeley

05:31 AM, 16 November 2018 - West Piedmont, Transgressions Bar and Nightclub (Exterior, Street)

10:11 AM, 16 November 2018 - West Piedmont, Transgressions Bar and Nightclub (Vect's Office)

12:24 PM, 18 November 2018 - West Piedmont, Transgressions Bar And Nightclub (Terri’s Room)

3:37 PM, 28 November 2018, Southeast Piedmont, City Street

"Thick as soup..."

Kayte let out a sigh from where she sat on the concrete curb. She was thoroughly exhausted. Vect had stepped out early the previous evening, and afterward Kayte had to be the one running the club for the remainder of the night. And well into the morning. And then clean up everything afterward, for that matter. She had closed the bar long ago, and it had been about two hours since she had finished scrubbing the last of the floors. Yet, despite her fatigue she couldn't bring herself to sleep.

Vect hadn't come home.

( Story Continues... )

[Rapt Rapt Rapt]

"Christ," Vect muttered low to herself, juggling the tote bag from one hand to the other. She'd been knocking for ten minutes at this point. All things considered, Vect wondered if it would be best to just give up. Either she wasn't home at all, or else (and very likely) she didn't want to talk to anyone. Least of all talk to Vect. The smart thing to do would be to leave the bag on the doorstep for her and just head home.

But still. Vect had to try. Goddamn it, someone had to try. Alexis deserved that, at absolute minimum.

[Rapt Rapt Rapt]

"Alexis? Are you there?" Vect's knuckles struck against the door in quick succession, "It's Vect."

"I just want to make sure you're alright. I promise."

( Story Continues... Content Warning for Violence, Gore, Language, Hatred. )

Terri leaned forward over the coffee table, tray in hand, trembling.

The girl was doing her absolute her best as she made her offering, struggling mightily to hide her almost overwhelming anxiety behind a too-forced smile. Of course, she was still wearing the rest of her nightclub attire. Miniskirt, tube top, fishnets - It made for an awkward mixture, such a bold outfit to go with her utter terror and her polite, false, retail-level happiness.

The tray clattered as the rabbit girl shivered. Terri visibly struggled to maintain her composure. The assortment of items on the tray were somewhat eclectic: Several bandages of different sizes, gauze, forceps, fast-drying liquid stitches, handfuls of various painkillers, an assortment of hard candies, and a tall bottle of vodka. It was the usual array of necessities she'd bring to her compatriots when they'd return from a unfortunately difficult, violent encounter. This was the first time she'd presented them in such a manner, though. As if she were a cocktail waitress.

From the other side of the tray, where she sat upon the black leather couch, the otherworldly mink regarded Terri's offering with cool disinterest. Teff sat with one leg over the other, her cigarette holder hanging loose in her fingers, somehow seeming too large for the room to actually contain her, despite her relatively diminutive stature. Teff's gaze regarded the items only briefly, before drawing her eyes upward to focus on the terrified bunny. For her part, Teff gave as genuine a smile in reply as she was able. She imagined it must've come off as condescending, or disingenuous. But she tried.

"Thank you, dear," Teff softly noted, "But I promise you I'm fine."

"B-B-B-But," Terri stammered, "The b-b-b-bottle."

"Really. Don't worry about it. But thank you."

( Story Continues... )

Kayte's ears perked upright in surprise. Her eyes fixed directly on the mink who was suddenly there, steadying herself against the wall with uneasy legs at the bottom of the stairs. Clad in a rumpled white undershirt and a pair of black pants, the punk-styled mink looked disheveled and exhausted. Her eyes were blearing red.

"Shit, Vect," Kayte rumbled softly, "Get back to bed. You're probably half drunk still." The massive wolf went back to polishing the mirror behind the bar gingerly, her enormous paws moving with more grace than one would initially presume possible from such a gigantic creature.

"`M fuckin' fine," Vect sputtered from numb lips, "Jus' waking up. Need like ten minutes." The mink slumped her way to the bar, spilling onto a stool as she laid her head on the bar top.

"C'mon, I just washed that. I don't need you to vom all over it this early in the day," Kayte turned around, facing Vect from the other side of the bar. Kayte towered over the mink - particularly with Vect feeling about three feet tall in the moment. "Do I need to carry you back up the stairs?"

"NO," Vect grunted mostly into the bar. "`M just... just pulling myself together. Gimme water."

Kayte shook her head with a gentle sigh and then proceeded to pull a highball glass from beneath the bar. After quickly dispensing the requested water, she gently set it on the bar top next to Vect's nose. Vect was cognizant enough to note that Kayte's paw nearly engulfed the entire glass.

"Look, Vect. I know this is hard. It's hard for all of us. Hell, Terri still won't come out of her room. Didn't eat last night. I'm worried sick about our sweet little bun." Kayte's deeply rumbling voice belied a silken concern, "But that's exactly why we need you right now. We need someone to hold us together. We need a center. Something to ground us and keep us tight. Whether or not you like it, that's you, yaknow?"

"Mmf. `h know." Vect raised her hand just enough to grasp the glass. Slowly, the mink peeled her face off the bar, bloodshot eyes on full display to the wolf opposite to her. She leaned forward to put her lips on the rim of the glass, and then slowly lifted it, taking a tremendous gulp. She drained the glass slowly, but completely.

"Goddamn," She said through a gasp, "I ought to drink this stuff more often."

"No shit."

"Where's my jacket?"

Kayte leaned down behind the bar, before rising up holding the well-worn, patch-laden denim jacket. The wolf moved as if to toss it at Vect, but thought better of her condition. She slowly handed it to her, only to have the mink snatch it up in a flash, offended.

"C'mon. I'm not that bad. I'm just not a morning person, okay?" She slid the jacket on while clearing her throat, rolling her shoulders as she slipped off the barstool and headed for the door.

"Woah, woah," Kayte interjected. "Where are you going?"

Vect paused with her hand splayed upon the exit, stopping for a beat before turning slowly to face Kayte. A heavy silence hung in the air as she struggled to speak at all. It was obvious from her lips that she was trying, and failing, repeatedly. The words simply died in her throat.

Eventually, she managed to get out a single word.

"Breakfast."

( Story Continues... )