Chained World: Pretty in Pink. And Green. And Purple. [Episode 111465]

Momoko Hangasaki, alias Love Angel Wedding Peach, and her best friends, the stylish Yuri Tanima and the tomboyish Hanagiku Tamano, aka Love Angels Precious Lily and Courageous Daisy, had fought powerful demons in their demonic realm, then barely escaped back into a world not their own.   Lost, and confused, they had stumbled upon what they mistook for a demon possessed wedding party.   Changing back into their disheveled love angel battle uniforms, they attack a public slave auction.

Already exhausted and badly beaten, they were soundly defeated by a full security force of highly trained mamaluke guards with relative difficulty.   The guards injured themselves in an effort not to harm the poor defenseless girls, one face saving report pronounced.

Attacking a legal auction with insane strength, raving about the angelic power of love and demonic forces, and wearing tattered and unkempt garments that were clearly fetish gear, the girls were immediately pronounced demented by a resident psycho-dabbler, possibly as a result of an illegal enslavement attempt.   Fortunately corrective procedures for such insanity were readily available.   Unfortunately the process was not cheap and, as the girls’ relatives could not be traced, there was only one way they could pay for the treatment.

The judge who heard the case agreed that it was for the best, and within hours of the attack, the girls were enrolled in a thorough psychological course of indoctrination.   Justice moved swiftly in the chained world, since they had hung all the lawyers.   The girls emerged from their processing with a new outlook on life, and legal identities as property for life (until pensioned retirement), to be sold at a public auction much like the one they had disrupted.

Momoko had always wanted to be a bride.   Now her greatest romantic aspiration was still to be a bride.   However, the path to her wedding was now clearly defined through service.   Well-trained domestic pleasure slaves, it was commonly said, made the best trophy wives and companions later in life.   When they came to believe this with all of their modified hearts, the girls readily agreed that this would be their chosen vocation.   They were then trained and conditioned for their voluntary service.

They had entered the auction with nervous trepidation, and mixed feelings.   They had been dreading being separated, but each reveling in the similarities of there sale garments to bridal gowns, and all hoping to attract a handsome stranger who would sweep them of their feet and into a state loosely approximating wedded bliss.   Then they had all been purchased by the same boy, and he was such an athletic, hunk, of a master!   They would remain together and, and, …

“Wait, wait,” the green haired Hinagiku interrupted their private cheering as they waited to be claimed.   “This means…”

“Yes,” agreed the purple tressed Yuri as the realisation hit her too, “oh no…”

“We’re rivals,” Momoko concluded, and wondered why that sounded so familiar.

“There can only be one!” they declared in unison.

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“Why do I feel a sudden sense of doom?” Ranma wondered as he stamped the relevant documents.

“Life of a martial artist is fraught with regulations and paperwork,” Genma observed philosophically.

“Ah, whatever,” Ranma muttered and returned to the forms.   “Mmm, ‘place of residence?’”

“Put down, ‘of no fixed address’,” Genma ordered.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes.   Oh, no!” the notary official objected.   “That will not do at all!   As a new master, you have an obligation to care for your slaves.   They are all such sweet delicate girls.”   And mentally damaged besides, he added privately, which was why they’d been auctioned so cheaply.   “You’re so very lucky to have obtained such a great deal on three lovely geisha, you mustn’t risk being accused of neglect.”

“‘Geisha’?” muttered Genma, who still hadn’t gotten used to the confounded hieroglyphs used in the chained world; they spoke the same language, so why couldn’t they write it?   Well, at least that explained why three ‘ninja’ had been advertised so cheaply, as who would buy a slave with no martial arts skills?   Still, maybe some intensive training… Mmm… but that would require a good dojo.   “That’s an idea!   We’re looking to start a dojo.”

“Since when?” Ranma demanded.

“Hush, boy.   It’s time to settle down into your next stage of training.   So, yes, we’re looking to start a dojo, but haven’t found a place yet.”

“Settling down with those three could be quite, ahem!   Yes, yes, yes, yes.   No!   Good real-estate is too hard to find.   You can’t just wander about Japan with those three beauties until you do, no, no, no, no.   Yes, that’s it!”

“What?” Ranma demanded.

“I know a little place,” the clerk answered, “yes, yes, yes!   I know a place where you can: