Trail Maid Rancher: The Untamed Hoops

New Rancher, New Trail Maids

Day 600

A jungle made its usual noises as the inhabitants went about their daily business. The Apex Life-forms of the jungle WEREN'T animals, though. They were all women in southern belle dresses with parasols and bonnets. Even then, one could hardly call them fully human. They had skin tones unlike ours. These particular women had bandit masks around their eyes, pointed ears, bushy tails, and yellow cat eyes. As they chatted amongst themselves, a woman in a white version of their outfit approached them cautiously. This woman had a cybernetic arm and was a little nervous at approaching the other women. When she got close enough, she cleared her throat. The women turned to see the cyborg woman and then grinned. "Sandra Swishfrill, yes?" asked one of the women. "Helen's girlfriend?"

"That's right, Ms. Hunter Trail Maid," answered the cyborg woman, feeling more relaxed now.

"What brings you to these parts?" asked another of the women, the Hunter Trail Maids.

"I'm...well...I don't know how to approach this," muttered Sandra.

"Just tell us," assured the first Hunter. Sandra took a deep breath before she explained.

"I'm testing myself on making Hybrids. Helen gave me all the upgrades to my vac-skirt, but I want to see if I can handle Azalam on my own."

"Ah, and you want to bring some of us to the Ranch," realized the first Hunter.

"That's right, Ms. Hunter Trail Maid."

"Just Hunter is fine," replied the second Hunter. "So, how many of us do you need?"

"Two, Ms. Hunter."

"Then me and my friend will go with you," offered the first Hunter. "What kind of Hybrids are you gonna make?"

"I was thinking Hunter Dervishes. I got a Spike Peach tree growing near the new Trail."

"Planned for our arrival already, have we?" chuckled the first Hunter. "Well, lead on!"

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Over in a desert canyon, short, purple Trail Maids were flying through the air, using the wind to help them in their race. These Trail Maids, the Dervishes, loved a good race when they didn't need to use their own wind powers. They arrived at the predetermined finish line and landed. "And Dervish is the winner!" cheered an onlooker Dervish. The Dervishes congratulated the winner.

"Thank you!" she called. "Dervish and Dervish really gave me a race to remember."

"Glad we could help!" replied the Dervish in second place.

"Hey! Look!" called the Dervish in last place as she pointed ahead of everyone. Sandra approached them.

"Sandra!" called one of the Dervishes. "What brings you here?"

"I'm...I'm looking to...erm...make my own...hybrids," faltered Sandra.

"Oh? And you want us to be Hybrids?" asked another Dervish.

"If you...don't mind, Ms. Dervish Trail Maid."

"We don't mind at all!" Two Dervishes then joined Sandra.

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On the Ranch, Sandra's Hunters waited by the teleporter, wanting to see the new Dervishes they would become Hybrids with. Sandra's girlfriend, Helen Hemsoft, was standing by in case things went wrong. Sandra returned with her two Dervishes. "Nice home!" praised one of the Dervishes as they looked around. They saw the new Trail, fully upgraded, and saw the Crop Replicator near it.

"Now that looks lovely!" sighed the other Dervish happily.

"Erm, Dervishes," called Sandra, "meet my girlfriend, Helen Hemsoft," Helen curtsied, "and the Trail Maids you'll be joining as Hybrids." The Hunters did the same as Helen. The Dervishes followed suit.

"Only on a ranch is a Hunter Dervish Hybrid possible," mused one of the Hunters.

"This is quite a new change," agreed one of the Dervishes. The four Trail Maids entered the Trail and found their favorite foods. They each gave an orba to the other, then skirt-swallowed and became new Hybrids. Sandra then dashed towards the Spike Peach Tree and plucked a few more, remembering the warnings Helen gave about Hybrid Trail Maids that are half Hunter. They became feral.

"Food!" growled the new Hunter Dervish.

"Come and get it!" replied Sandra as she tossed the food into the Trail. The Hunter Dervishes pounced on the Spike Peaches and skirt-swallowed, then calmed down as they produced orbas. The Orba-collector then sucked up the orbas as the Trail Maids left the Trail.

"This is DEFINITELY a wondrous experience!" said one of the Hunter Dervishes.

"But, if I recall," mused a second, "the Trail Maids of this Ranch have names."

"And fashion pods to help identify one another," recalled a third. "How will we be named?"

"Well, Helen's Trail Maids have her title as their last name," replied Sandra, "so we figured those that I made should have my title as a last name." She pulled out a name list. "Helen and her Trail Maids already walked me through the skirt-merging process, so, tonight, we'll do the naming ritual."

"Splendid!" cheered the last Hunter Dervish. "Where will we hold this event?"

"Right here, on the Main Ranch."

"Perfect! We'll be ready by tonight!"

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The night came and Sandra sat in the middle of the Main Ranch. Helen and her Trail Maids had all skirt-merged to watch this event. The Hunter Dervishes then approached Sandra. "Girls," Sandra called to them, "once you say your name, select your fashion pod, then skirt-merge with me. After that, we will skirt-merge with Helen and her Trail Maids." The Hunter Dervishes then began.

"I am Lizzy." She then selected a hair bow, then rubbed her skirts as Sandra rubbed hers, then they walked towards each other, and their skirts merged into a mass of fluff and euphoria. They gasped in pleasure, then settled as the ritual continued.

"I am Audrey." Her lips then became colored a deeper shade of purple. She skirt-merged with Lizzy and Sandra, causing another euphoric gasp for the three of them, then settled.

"I am Miranda." She put on a monocle and then skirt-merged.

"I am Summer." She fastened her hoop earrings before she skirt-merged.

"Lizzy, Audrey, Miranda, and Summer Hunter Dervish Swishfrill, welcome to the Hemsoft/Swishfrill Trail Maid Ranch!" declared Sandra. The five then moved their combined skirts and merged with Helen and her Trail Maids. The girls then cried out loudly in pleasure, then settled into their massive dress. Helen moved to Sandra and wrapped her arms around her, nestling her head on her girlfriend's chest.

"Sandra, you're an excellent Rancher," she sighed. Sandra rubbed her organic hand on Helen's head.

"I had a great teacher," she whispered. She tilted Helen's head up and ran her tongue across her lips. Helen got the idea and moved to her for the kiss. It was a long, passionate one. They didn't mind the Trail Maids watching and going "Aww!" in happiness. This was perfect for them.