Me, after finding out that there's a 80 characters limit in the chapter title, as opposed to Ao3, where there's 250 or something: My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined

As for the title, I know that the Animal Farm is basically a metaphor for communism, and World Government in One Piece is not a communistic system, however, the pigs rule there, and Celestial Dragons mostly look like humanized pigs so... Yup that's the only reason.

Also, a fair warning, I'm still discussing slavery, still talking about heavy topics, and pig of a man is staring at Grey in an inappropriate way, and also, I'm kinda going by the canon violence and heaviness... Yeah, I'll probably not overstep the manga canon too much.
Just be safe reading this...
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Like... Grey couldn't fucking believe that such a pig-looking human could exist. The show didn't do these ugly fucks justice, because holy shit.

These rolls of fat were disgusting, and Grey could see these beads of sweat and glistening grease from the fatty foods that laid on a curved table that twisted around the glorified pig.

They were also glad that the Celestial Dragon didn't have that ridiculous fishbowl-thing on his head, because then, they'd have made this situation much worse by bursting out laughing. That could've been fatal for them.
The pig was separated from them and the guards holding them by a glass wall, that glistened in the light.

One of the guardsmen, one that didn't drag them or even touch them in any way, one that looked more important, started talking to Celestial Dragon.

The man basically re-told how Grey was found in what actually was a tomb of ancestors of this fat fuck, how they have somehow rised from grave?

What the fuck...
Have I body-snatched a corpse? That's why I have four hands now? Joy.

Though they couldn't make any sense of why, they now knew something. That's a start. And if they don't die, they can maybe figure stuff out! How great is that, huh?!

(Not very great.)

As the guard talked with the Celestial Dragon, whose name somehow escaped Grey, the pig of a man was eyeing them.
Especially their chest.
They have noticed before, when they were being dragged, that they have a nice and huge pair of- well, assets.
Womanly parts.

Despite being literally skin and bone, there still were two huge lumps of fat on their chest. Heavy and unpractical, and also barely covered by their old as fuck and tattered clothes.
These things were problem.
Grey wondered if there were any surgeons who could perform a top surgery around the world - assuming that they even get out of this place, or if they are going to have to resort to... Something else.

Not now though. Now, there were bigger problems.

Like the pig.

,,Throw it with the rest of the slaves. It has risen from the grave to continue serving me, to continue serving the gods... It'd be shame to... Throw away such a perfect slave."

As he spoke, his eyes wandered back to their chest.
Yikes.
They might get executed for murder if that pig even attempts.

×××

Grey has been dragged by the guards away, and they didn't resist in the slightest.
They also didn't help them though. Nope. If these people wanted to get them somewhere, they had to drag all the weight.
That resulted in Grey, gracelessly hanging from the grip of the guards, held by the upper pair of arms, while the lower pair was tied behind their back, while their legs and hips were sliding across the, somewhat dirty, floor.

The two guards didn't seem to even have any trouble dragging Grey and they didn't even try to get them to walk by themself!

When Grey thought about it, if they stood up straight, they probably would be taller than these two... And by quite a lot.

By what they observed so far, this new body had much longer torso, seemingly accommodated to having two pairs of arms, and very long legs. Was it normal to have such long legs here, like it was in the anime?

They needed to know how tall exactly they are now. But they doubted that they'll have time or resources to find out anytime soon.

Yes, they almost forgot that they are a slave now. Which is bad. Escape from Marie Geoise was going to be... Quite a pickle. They doubted that they are going to survive too long, they will sooner insult some Celestial Dragon and be fucking executed.

They were dragged through corridors, full of other people.
There were people dressed in clothes that resembled maid outfits, carrying various cleaning supplies and empty platters and other things. Some of them looked much worse for wear than others, perhaps a different... Department; different kind of a worker.

Most, if not all, had a collar around their necks and some even had cuff, connected by chain long enough to allow some degree of movement, but far from allowing to be fully free.

Grey wondered if they are going to end up this way as well, or if it's gonna be worse.

Knowing their luck, from... Before they died... It's gonna be way worse.

×××

The two guards, with Grey still hanging limply like a sack of potatoes, descended multiple flights of stairs, went through many corridors, and halls that looked ugly and smelled awful.
(Grey was pretty sure that these halls were specifically designed for the slaves and... Personnel, so that the Celestial Dragons don't have to meet them and see them on their expensive-looking floors.)

The stairs were a hell though, and their legs now sported few nicely colored bruises that stood against their pale skin like ink spots.
They seriously hoped that this paleness will not be permanent, because the bruises were ugly as fuck on the, basically white, skin.

They arrived to what seemed like a prison.

There were guards with different armor in there, and the cells... The cells were basically overflowing with people.
Of all genders and skin colors, all of them looking too thin, their skin like baking paper, thinning and almost see-through.

It was... Disgusting. Horrifying. Grey knew that this was a sight that was coming, but holy shit.

The two who dragged them spoke to the person who was guarding the entrance while Grey observed their surroundings.

They didn't catch the exchanged words, not up until the last few sentences.

,,... yeah, a showcase slave."

,,The cell 21 then."

Grey didn't understand lots of things. But they could easily deduce that whatever "showcase slave" was, it was pretty bad.
Judging by the tone of the guard who held their right arm.
He sounded kinda sympathetic toward their situation. And kinda uneasy.

The guard at the entrance handed the guard who held their left arm a key, and waved them off. Apparently, he couldn't be bothered. Mood.

So, Grey was thrown into a cell. Cell 21, if what they heard from the person at the entrance was right.

It was kinda a small cell. Not too small though. There was much fewer people here... Actually, aside from them, only three.
Three girls.

Children.

Grey realized this in horror. Three kids, teens at most, very much underfed and malnourished, with haunted look in their faces.
There was some dried blood stuck in their clothing and even few bruises visible... All in all, terrible state.

And they knew these kids. The world didn't look the same as in the anime, but these kids, these three girls... Those were the three sisters, gorgon sisters, they were called at some point, if Grey remembered correctly.

Boa Hancock, Sander... sonja? Or something? And the third.

Grey felt ashamed that they only really remembered the name of the "main" sister, but then again, the names of the other two were not mentioned too often and they were not too relevant to the story once Luffy left Amazon Lily.

But other than that, they also felt some sort of relief.
Because if these three were still here, then Fisher Tiger had yet to scale the Red Line and free the slaves here, which meant an opportunity to escape.
That was good enough for Grey.

×××

The guards threw Grey into the cell. Literally.

They landed on the dirty cold stone floor face-first, and they didn't even have any time to put their upper air of hands up to prevent the impact.
It hurt, not too much, but it did.

Mainly though, it wounded their pride. Because they just met the future Snake Princess and the first thing to happen was that they face-planted into the floor; right in front of her.

The guards left, after locking the cell of course, and left Grey and the three kids to their own devices.

Grey shuffled up, sitting. It was not very easy, considering the way their hands were tied, and how weak this body was.
They smiled at the kids slightly, trying not to appear too intimidating.

The children just glared, and continued huddling together in their corner. Of course, that was just expected, but it didn't particularly matter to Grey.
They awkwardly shuffled away to their own corner, on the opposite side of the tiny room from the children.

×××

It was next day that Grey was rather rudely woken up, by somebody unceremoniously and rather violently grabbing them.
They were dragged to their feet, before they managed to blink the sleepiness out of their eyes. They didn't quite remember falling asleep, but their back was hurting from the way they were propped up against a wall while they slept.

They were pushed out of the cell - together with the three little girls - and pushed on through the corridors, towards some unknown destination.

Soon, they were pushed to some room where a bunch of other maids were scurrying about. Grey had to bend their back to even fit through the door. Most of the armored people - guards - reached to the top of the bottom set of the arms (...bottom shoulders?)
The maids reached barely to the middle of their torso, with very few exceptions.

Cold water was dumped over their head. That did make them finally wake up. The water from the floor - and oh boy, was it filthy - drained to a small grid above which they stood.
After few such splashes, the water flowing from their body cleared up a bit.

There was something white, hanging just in front of their eyes... hair? Did they have white hair right now? Good god, they must've looked like a freaking vampire, or a corpse or ghost - white skin and hair...
Annoyed, they barely even noticed when a maid grabbed a pair of scissors, and snipped through the few strings that still held their torn outfit together.

So, they just stood there, naked, as the maids scrubbed them, rather roughly, with a sponge and some expensive-smelling shampoo.

Few other people, mainly girls, were getting the same treatment around them. Was this a daily occurrence? They all had that dead look in their eyes, same as the three sisters. Most of them looked disgustigly young.
Oh, Gray was about ready to just burn the Marie Geoise themself. Not that they'd succeed.

×××

After being quickly dried - no, the maids didn't even let them dry themself - they were dressed in disgustingly skimpy clothing. It was nothing like a bodysuit, luckily, it was more like greek robes, maybe, but it was nearly translucent.
It felt terrible, but they guessed that it was still better than nothing. Or the clothes they were dressed in before.

Then, the shackles that they had on were undone, and replaced with different ones, ones that allowed some degree of movement, and also were meant for people with four hands.
Lucky them.

Then, they were pushed through some corridor, and they ended up at some room, that was excessively decorated. But it made sense - excess was a staple of the World Nobles.
Disgusting things they were.

×××

Grey barely kept themself from snapping at the human-pig. It was disgusting, gorging itself, while the servants around were, but skin and bone. They knew that they had to wait, to be patient. There was no way for them to break free on their own.
They couldn't imagine the next day, getting grabbed on by the thing...

But that was the only way for now.

They were finally thrown into the cell in the late evening, and they were exhausted. Mentally, more so than physically.

They did not talk to Boa or her sisters just yet, but this time, when they smiled, the kids shakily smiled back.

Finished: March 24. 2024
Word count: 2126