After Bonnie's betrayal, the tranch forces suffered disastrous losses under the combined onslaught of the mortgage division of the bank. Like Vlad Tepes before them, they instituted a scorched earth policy, leaving little more than a burned out Nissan Leaf, a trash pile, and-- mysteriously-- an unused treadmill for the occupiers to find.
Despite promises to regroup and come back stronger, tranch forces scattered to the four corners of Colorado. Jarrod led an ill fated expedition to re-settle in the mountains, and was forced to sacrifice at least one member of his polycule to the Colorado mental health system.
Penny and the others fared materially better, but the reformed tranch was little more than a rump state encamped on meemaw and paw paw's vast rental estates. Like Eleanor of Aquitaine, Kevin has enjoyed retirement safely cloistered in his goon cave, but he is forced to watch the wolves consume the territory and twitter clout that was once his dowry and his polycule's inheritence. His days of courtesanship and gathering financial support via the political intrigue of twitter, while his beloveds battle Earl and the fascist army in the rich fields of their imagination are long behind him.
Meanwhile King Penny toils on cash in hand renovation jobs, and regales Mexicans of the time he heroically saved the Lakota with donations of matted and unusable Alpaca fur.
Perhaps the saddest story is Bonnie's. Despite winning the ultimate prize dreamed off by all MtF's, access to a natal vagina, he didn't realise what a cursed chalice he supped from, and which also pissed in the bathtub of strangers it housesat for. Like many men before him, he was pulled into fulltime care and financially supporting crazy pussy, with sex now almost certainly a long forgotten dream.
The tranch story is the story of all empires. The golden age is fleeting, and soon God will humble even the most dedicated of coomers. Somewhere, in an oddly specific and localised desert wasteland in Colorado lies buried a monument of Alpaca corpses. The inscription reads: we are the Tenacious Unicorn Ranch, the troon of troons. Look upon our works oh ye mighty tax payer, and despair.
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