Jaune's Pineapple Jam Part 2 Ch 19.

Ilia Amitola was a subordinate.

She has been for most of her life.

From being barely more than a slave in the SDC mines to being a member of the White Fang, heck, even under the Belladonnas in Menagerie, Ilia Amitola has always been a subordinate.

Despite that history of being generally a follower, however, Ilia never expected to be a subordinate to another human after the SDC.

Yet here she was, stricken as Pyrrha Nikos’ green eyes bored into hers after Blake left her to be with the Schnee and Jaune Arc.

“So, Ilia, tell me about yourself.” Pyrrha began, immediately jolting Ilia out of her thoughts.

“W-What do you want to know?” She said hesitantly, unable to keep her eyes on the redhead lest she unconsciously leer at her long toned legs.

Pyrrha, however, was making it hard for her to do anything else but make her look at her.

“You, of course.” Pyrrha replied, tilting her head innocently before a beatific smile formed on her face. “I want to know everything about you.”

Ilia gulped.

Really, Pyrrha Nikos was making this really, really hard for her.

“I-It’s a long story. I don’t think you’d want me to keep you from your boyfriend-” She started, but Pyrrha immediately interrupted her.

“Fiancé.” 

“-Fiancé.” Ilia corrected, nodding before continuing along. “Yeah, I don’t think you want me to keep you from him for long.”

Pyrrha hummed thoughtfully, crossing her arms together, before her expression hardened slowly.

“How about this, then, what is your intention with our family?”

I’m sorry?” Ilia blinked, not understanding the question, considering they knew she was essentially Blake’s bodyguard.

Pyrrha, however, only raised an eyebrow at her.

“You don’t even know your own intention? What are you doing here with us, then?”

She frowned while looking at Pyrrha incredulously, because really, this was just getting confusing.

Wasn’t it clear what she was already?

“I’m….uhhh…Blake’s bodyguard?” 

“You mean our bodyguard.” Pyrrha corrected, but Ilia only furrowed her brows at that.

“I guess you could say that, but technically, I’m only Blake’s-”

“Ours.” Pyrrha smiled, and Ilia could only blink at the correction. “What do you think us marrying Jaune meant? We’re all going to be one big happy family. What’s mine is Blake, and what’s Blake is ours.”

And therefore, Ilia was theirs.

“O-Oh, I see.” Ilia reeled back at the realization, Pyrrha, however, only sighed deeply at her.

“Ilia, let me be blunt. I don’t know you enough to let you be around our family just yet. Keep in mind, I don’t dislike you as well, but that leaves us in a conundrum. What do you want your role to be in our little family?”

The answer to that question, however, was very simple, because really, what was the one thing did Ilia Amitola want for herself?

“I want to be with Blake.”

“And?” Pyrrha raised an eyebrow, but if she wanted another answer, then she would be sorely disappointed.

“That’s it. That’s all I want.”

“And how do you plan on doing just that?

“I’m….already doing that, aren’t I? By becoming your family’s bodyguard?” Ilia ventured, but once again, Pyrrha Nikos only sighed deeply.

“Let me give you a hint. Weiss Schnee.”

Ilia twitched at the name, and she had to fight back the scowl that threatened to erupt on her face lest Pyrrha see it.

“What about her?” She asked tentatively, her voice flat as she took on a stoic demeanor.

“Again, Blake and I are going to be family with her, Ilia. What do you think will happen to your relationship with Blake if there’s animosity between you and Weiss?”

This time, Ilia could not keep the scowl on her face.

“She’s the one who started it!”

Was it childish? Possibly, but it was the truth.

A truth that Pyrrha Nikos did not seem to see as she only looked at Ilia flatly.

“Really, now? And how did she do that?”

“You saw how she didn’t want me with you all.” Ilia scowled, her hand waving around the place as she let her feelings erupt. “She’s a Schnee, high and mighty, and I’m just a Faunus, low and all that does not deserve to be in the same room as her!”

“I assure you, Ilia. Even if you were a human, Weiss would’ve reacted the same way.”

“I doubt that.” Ilia crossed her arms, looking away from Pyrrha as the woman took on a gentle tone.

Really, it felt like she was just being mothered over here!

“Think about it, Ilia. You’re basically a stranger to most of us. Do you think we just show anyone our intimate side?”

Ilia paused at that. 

It galled her to admit, but phrased like that? She could understand what Pyrrha was saying about Weiss Schnee’s concerns. Ilia herself wouldn’t want to be suddenly told that some stranger had to watch her every move, including her private moments.

Still, the Brothers would have to visit her in a dream before she would admit to something like empathizing with a Schnee out loud.

“Alright, but I still say that she started it.”

This time, the sigh that came out of Pyrrha’s mouth was tired before a hard look came over her face.

“I don’t care who started it, Ilia. I care that it’s there. This discord between you and Weiss has to stop if you want to have a role in this family.”

“A role? I’m already your family’s bodyguard, aren’t I?”

“Yes, you, are, and the way I see it, the only way you could be with Blake is if you keep being a bodyguard for our whole family. You don’t need to marry Jaune. You don’t even need to be one of us. But you can’t be a bodyguard if you’re going to have fights with Weiss.”

Ilia pouted, but she could see the logic in it, and it was something she was willing to agree to just so she could stay with Blake.

“Fine….I won’t fight her.” She crossed her arms, but Pyrrha only shook her head at that.

“Not enough.”

“What else do you want from me?” Ilia groaned tiredly, having to pinch the bridge of her nose to relieve her frustration.

“Reconcile, Ilia. I’m not asking you to be the best of friends, but at least be amicable with each other.” Pyrrha answered, and whatever nervousness and attraction Ilia had for Pyrrha Nikos earlier was now completely overwritten by exasperation.

“How? She’s the one who doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

“Because she doesn’t know you.”

Ilia reeled back at the immediate answer, but Pyrrha only continued before she could even think of a reply.

“Show her who you really are, but beyond that, contribute.”

“Contribute.” Ilia repeated flatly.

Not only was she going to be a bodyguard, she was going to be a servant as well?

What even was her life?

Yet despite her misgivings and a flat expression, Pyrrha Nikos only smiled and changed Ilia’s perspective with only a few simple words.

“Contribute to this family, and not only will you force Weiss to look at you, but you will also receive my favor.”

My favor.

“Your favor?”

There was just something about those words that suddenly had Ilia’s heart throbbing. 

It spoke of promise. 

Of rewards untold. 

And Pyrrha Nikos did not disappoint.

“My favor can do many things, Ilia. It can make things easier for you in our family, and it can also reward you by letting you in there.” Pyrrha raised an eyebrow, looking at Ilia before nodding towards the door behind her where Blake just entered.

And just like that, Ilia’s throat was dry.

Pyrrha’s favor can get her in there?

“O-Oh.” She said with wide e

Ilia could only watch, however, as Pyrrha beamed upon seeing her words’ effect on her. 

“You like my favor, don’t you?” The redhead asked with a smile that Ilia could only call sultry.

Pyrrha Nikos did not need to do any overt actions, her only being in a towel in front of Ilia was provocation enough. And despite the earlier annoyance Ilia felt on Pyrrha’s insistence on her reconciling with Weiss, the offer of being able to see Blake like that again was too much.

So was it any wonder why she folded like a wet paper towel?

“I do.” She nodded with wide eyes, and Pyrrha Nikos immediately laughed.

“Then you know what to do. Serve this family well, and you will be rewarded.”

Ilia could get lost at the woman’s tinkling voice, but seeing her raise an eyebrow again prompted Ilia to eke out an answer.

“....Thank you.” She gulped drily, causing Pyrrha’s smile to return immediately to her relief.

“You can start by making dinner. I’m sure we’ll be hungry in an hour or so. Oh, and make sure you look sexy when you greet us. I’m sure it would make Blake oh so comfortable, considering we would be naked by then.”

“....Yes, ma’am.”

And that is how Ilia found herself preparing dinner and waiting for her…….masters to come out? 

Was it masters? Superiors? She didn’t even know how to address them! Ilia, however, would not be able to think of the appropriate term in time, because just as she was grappling with the conundrum of her new position, the door opened, and in came Jaune Arc, Pyrrha Nikos, Weiss Schnee, and most important of all, Blake Belladonna.

Contrary to her expectations of them being completely naked, however, they came out in various conditions of undress.

Weiss Schnee had her towel wrapped around her body, Jaune Arc also had his towel wrapped around his hips, and Pyrrha Nikos opted to copy her lover, having only a towel around her hips, showing her bountiful breasts for Ilia to see.

As much as Ilia’s eyes wandered to the redheads' assets, however, her eyes were really only fixated on one person.

Blake Belladonna, naked as the day she was born, stared back at Ilia with wide roaming eyes.

Immediately, words left Ilia's mouth as her brain turned off and a blush overtook her features.

“Dinner is served.”

—-----

Pyrrha hummed in satisfaction as she watched Ilia knelt, the Faunus’ eyes flickering this way and that as she struggled to comprehend what she was seeing.

Pyrrha only giggled at that, however, allowing her breasts to bounce a bit before wrapping her arms around Jaune’s while Weiss took the other arm.

They flanked Jaune, watching as Blake walked towards her old friend. Immediately, Ilia’s skin turned pink in embarrassment and highlighted the purple underwear she was wearing.

“Ilia? Are you okay?” Blake called out worried, but in lieu of having to give an answer, Ilia immediately waved them over the table.

“U-Uhm, Pyrrha had me prepare some dinner!” Ilia squeaked out, and eyes immediately turned towards Pyrrha, who only giggled.

It felt good when a plan came along nicely, and trust her, everything was coming along nicely.

Her decision to give Ilia a chance to be part of their family wasn’t just founded on her being Blake’s friend.

It was founded on her willingness to serve and protect what would make Blake happy.

And in this case, it was obviously their growing family.

Pyrrha’s eyes glittered as a hand reached down towards her belly, caressing the life growing within her.

The plan in itself was simple.

Do anything and everything to make a safe and happy family.

Ilia joining them as bodyguard and servant was just the first of them, and it pleased Pyrrha so to see that she didn’t have to work too hard to get the Faunus unknowingly on board.

She was nonconfrontational, obedient, and eager to please as she politely served their food.

Ilia was so polite, in fact, that Weiss couldn’t find anything to say about her manners.

“You made this?” Weiss asked with wide eyes, looking at the array of bowls in front of them.

“I-uhm, I did. Sorry if it’s too simple.” Ilia answered hesitantly, looking at Pyrrha for approval as much as the surprise on her face showed by being addressed by a Schnee.

Pyrrha, for her part, only smiled.

She wouldn’t exactly call it extravagant, but for something prepared in short order, the food was adequate.

Stripes of beef marinated in a dark, familiar sauce that topped a generous serving of rice? It was a familiar dish for someone from Mistral like her.

It just made her feel like her decision to give Ilia a chance to join their family was the correct one.

“Well, come on, everybody. Let’s dig in so we can go back to what we actually came here for.” She called out, smiling as she pulled Jaune towards the table.

She could hear Weiss squeak embarrassedly at her words, but she only laughed loudly as she sat their lover down at the head of the table.

Jaune, for his part, looked uncertain and not knowing what to do. Considering what he just did to them, however, it was a silly problem to have in Pyrrha’s books.

She rolled her eyes, watching as each of her lovers plus Ilia sat awkwardly around the table.

Pyrrha found herself sandwiched between Jaune and Blake, while Weiss sat on Jaune’s other side, and Ilia sat on Blake's near the edge of the table.

“So, Ilia, tell us about what you prepared.” Pyrrha began with a smile, as Ilia suddenly snapped towards her with wide eyes.

“I-uhm, what?”

“The food, Ilia. Tell us about them. I noticed it's a Mistralian dish, but not everyone here might be familiar with it.” Pyrrha only laughed, waving towards the food in front of them. 

“It’s from Menagerie, actually.” Ilia blushed, embarrassedly clearing her throat, while Blake smiled encouragingly towards her.

Pyrrha could spot the hesitation in her, but she only nodded magnanimously at the correction.

“Menagerie, you say? I could have sworn I’ve seen something like this in Mistral.”

Seeing her correction accepted so graciously, Pyrrha watched as Ilia finally let go a little bit of tension from her shoulders.

“I wouldn’t be surprised. It’s a simple meal to prepare, and you could make a lot of variations with it depending on the ingredients.” Ilia replied, grabbing her own bowl as a smile grew on Pyrrha’s face.

Things only went better for her plan, when Weiss grabbed her own bowl and looked at Ilia curiously.

“And you just know how to make these variations?” Weiss asked, and it was as if a strange sort of energy infused Ilia as she turned towards Weiss.

“Not all of them, but yes. Everyone in the White Fang learns to cook some of them.” Ilia answered, pride coloring her voice as she looked at Weiss with challenge in her eyes.

Instead of interfering, however, Pyrrha only raised an eyebrow while looking tentatively at Weiss.

She couldn’t hold Weiss’ hand, nor could she just beat down Ilia whenever she wanted to. Some challenges were just not hers to conquer.

Thankfully, Weiss was far from being the weak, spoiled brat rich people were prone to be.

Embarrassed by their situation she might be, but Weiss Schnee was far from being meek.

“Everyone, you say?” Weiss raised an eyebrow, challenging Ilia’s own words with a smile on her face. “I find that hard to believe for an entire organization.”

Ilia grunted, acknowledging Weiss’ point with a nod 

“Okay, fine. Maybe only those who work in the field, at least. Sometimes we just have to make do with what we have.”

“Hmm, I can acknowledge that.” Weiss hummed, smiling as she got a victory over Ilia.

To Pyrrha, however, the fact that things did not escalate into a fight was victory in itself, and she smiled as she loudly clapped her hands.

“Alright, everyone. Let’s all thank Ilia for a job well done and have some food.”

“”Thank you, Ilia.”” Both Jaune and Blake followed after her, smiles on their faces as they watched Ilia blush once again.

And yet as much as Blake and Jaune’s acceptance of Ilia was welcome, it was someone else Pyrrha fixed her attention on.

Weiss Schnee, clad in her towel, looked uncertain, but slowly, as if embarrassed by the attention, nodded in acknowledgement and thanks.

“...Thank you for the food, Ilia.”

They all watched as indecision warred on Ilia’s face. 

It was as if she could not believe a Schnee herself would thank her, but here they were, on the cusp of something greater themselves as Weiss Schnee awaited Ilia Amitola’s reply.

Silence reigned for a moment, but only for a moment, because eventually, slowly and tortureously, Ilia nodded with an uncertain smile on her face.

“....You’re welcome.”

And just like that, Pyrrha’s grand plan started off with a resounding success.

She laughed, smiling from ear to ear as they began to dig in.

And as Pyrrha felt Jaune give her thigh a squeeze of happiness and relief, while Blake smiled at her in thanks, she thought to herself that at this moment, nothing could ruin their happiness.

—---

“Hello, brother.”

Adam Taurus’s hair stood on end at the voice as the man in front of him spoke.

Gold eyes peered back at him, but Adam Taurus only kept his cool as he looked at Faunus in front of him.

Pale skin, long dark hair, and a scorpion tail swishing dangerously behind him? 

This could only be one person.

Cinder’s contact.

“Tyrian Callows, I presume?” He asked, keeping his hand on the handle of his sword, even as the man in front of him giggled loudly.

“Oh my! So polite! Please, just call me brother. After all, we fight for the same cause, don’t we? Regardless, I am Tyrian Callows, at your service from our dear chapter in Vacuo!”

“I didn’t know Cinder knew someone from our chapter in Vacuo.” Adam blinked, but that would explain the man’s eccentricities in front of him.

Vacuo always did breed the strange and the wild.

Case in point, Callow’s eyes were already whirling around as he half laughed and half cackled.

“Vacuo, yes! Such a dreary and lawless place!”

Knowing that the man was from there, however, allowed Adam to easily brush off his remarks as the ramblings of a madman.

Still, he didn’t fully trust Tyrian’s words.

After all, what kind of Faunus would work willingly with Cinder Fall?

The irony was not lost on him, however, but Adam had a very good reason why he was working with Cinder Fall.

He was fighting for the Faunus.

Tyrian, on the other hand, seemed to be not as committed as he hysterically laughed and giggled at everything around him.

Still, there was something dangerous about the man. Something that made him feral and unhinged.

Perhaps it was the way he grinned with too many teeth, or perhaps it was the dark scorpion tail swishing dangerously behind him.

And yet…..

Perhaps dangerous and feral was just what the White Fang needed.

After all, they might be hundreds trying to sneak into Vale, but the city had hundreds of thousands of people living in it.

They needed an edge.

Tyrian Callows and Cinder Fall will be that edge.

And Adam? Adam was going to be the tip of the sword aimed at the heart of Vale.

In this case, it was the man all eyes were currently on.

The one man who, if killed, will send shockwaves throughout the kingdoms.

A man with potential.

A man with everything.

A man that was about to be dead by his hand.

Jaune Arc.

—----

“Ughhhh.” Jaune Arc only groaned as he felt three sets of tongues play with his cock while Ilia Amitola served him some wine.

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Apologies for the delay everyone. I was handling some things regarding my employment/career. Update on it soon to be posted on discord if you are curious as it could affect my writing time.

On other news, I have decided to continue The Bet. Part 2 will be called The Wager.