Hey, if I could have a quick minute of your time, I want to explain what I had in mind for this story, as I've run into inconveniences in the past that I'd rather not deal with. This story is meant to be a rather light hearted story about the ridiculous situations that Jaune gets into being Weiss' protector, though there will be moments of seriousness my plan is to have this story be mostly funny encounters with the fantasy version of the RWBY cast.

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"I'm starting to think I've done something to offend the Gods." Jaune thought as he recounted the start of his day.

It had started out as any other day would. Velvet had woken him with a meal from the kitchen before drawing a bath and preparing his clothes and armor. After taking care of his morning ritual, Jaune dressed himself in a simple linen shirt that he tucked into a pair of grey chausses and finishing off with a pair of simple brown leather boots. Jaune gathered his sword and shield and ventured off for some "light" training, though Jaune's version of a light workout would make even the most dedicated Olympian level athlete crumble into themselves crying.

It was in the castles' private training room were Jaune was informed of yet another one of Princess Weiss' forays into the surrounding forests. The training room was large, it measured twelve poles from one corner to the other with a two pole wide sad pit in the center with a man made trail lining the edge of the wall and various forms of equipment scattered along the room, from practice dummies, both ranged and melee, to lifting stones and everything in between. Jaune, now only dressed in his chausses and boots, internally sighed and returned to his room to don his armor.

After giving Velvet a scare, which in all honesty was anything but for the thirsty maid, Jaune donned his armor and trekked into the surrounding wood to find the runaway Princess… again. Jaune followed the very obvious trail leading through the woods, honestly you'd think the Princess would learn not to runaway in a dress of all things!, until he finally caught up with her, whilst she was surrounded by lesser orcs.

"Gods damn it!" Jaune muttered.

Orcs, as a whole, were a nomadic war like society that was divided into two sects. High orc and lesser orc. The lesser orcs, like the ones surrounding the Princess, were stout creatures with the pink skin, noses, and ears of a pig. They stood at a terrifying height of five foot fuck all, which was still taller than the petite Princess, with muscular bodies hidden by a plush layer of fat, giving them a chubby look.

This group of lesser orcs was comprised of a lone male with five females. Wasting no time Jaune marched over to the group of orcs and bellowed a challenging cry. The lone male, covered by patch-work hide pants and crude moccasins with various furs covering his own porcine hide, accepted the challenge with a shrill cry of his own and charged with a tree branch held high over his head.

Jaune raised an eyebrow before stepping to his left and "disarming" the orc before the orc tragically lost its head. As the males corpse meet the ground, Jaune turned and regarded the five females. And was promptly surprised when he found them upon their knees begging for mercy. Jaune narrowed his eyes and sought to test the orcs surrender.

"Toss your clubs aside!" Jaune barked, doubly surprised when the orcs heeded his command.

"Get up and form a single file line in front of me!" Jaune barked once more, and like the last time the orcs followed his instruction like a well trained dog.

Jaune turned his head toward the Princess, whilst keeping an eye on the orcs. "Princess, come, we must make haste back to the castle!"

"Carry me."

"… … … What?!" Jaune whipped his head towards the Princess.

Said Princess simply blushed and repeated her demand. Jaune sighed before hosting the Princess onto his back and barking out an order to march at the orcs. When they arrived back at Mantle they were meet by panic strike villagers. Jaune grabbed on that was fleeing and asked what was happening.

"O-Orc in tha tavern!" The villager stuttered before resuming to run around like a headless chicken.

Jaune sighed before he looked to the five orcs. "Sit! Stay!"

The orcs sat on their laurels and stayed. Jaune then looked to the Princess.

"Go and find your sister!"

"But-"

"Go!"

Jaune waited for Weiss to leave before he made his way to the tavern. And sure enough, there she was, a High Orc, and probably the leader of the band of Orcs Jaune currently had in his care.

High Orcs were denoted from their lesser kin by their lean muscular builds, dusky skin, and lack of pig like features. This High Orc had long wild blonde hair that reached the crack of her ass and was dressed in similar hide strewn clothes and wraps of her lesser female orcs, only with a pair of metal gauntlets that gleamed in the fire light. The High Orc turned her violet eyes toward Jaune and gave him a cocky grin.

"Well, well, well." The Orc purred. "Finally, a human worth my time has shown up!"

"Tell me, Orc, did you arrive in these lands with a band of six others?"

"Tsk, I told the lot not to approach town." The Orc growled under her breath. "I take it ya've slayed 'em then?"

"Only the male, the rest surrendered almost immediately."

"Tsk, cowards." The Orcs eyes lit up. "I take it ya' gonna want little 'ol me gone too, then?"

"Aye."

"Then let's make it interesting." The Orc grinned feraly. "I, Yang the Sunny Dragon, challenge you to a duel, who ever wins makes the loser theirs to do with as they please, deal?"

Jaune scoffed. "Deal, let's take this to the center of the town."

"Why?"

"One. I like this tavern and don't want it destroyed. And two. So we can make this duel official, meaning we'd be legally bound to accept the terms."

"Alright then." Yang smiled feraly once more. "Lets be off, shall we?"

And so with duel in mind, the two combatants make their way to the center of town. Along the way Winter crossed their paths and Jaune brought her up to speed.

"For the record, I'm completely against this and find it asinine."

"Dooley noted." Jaune replied.

At the center of the town resided a ten foot by ten foot stone circle used for duels, as it was a fairly common practice for not only solving deputes but as a form of exercise and social gathering for the young men of the village, which is why there were so few men residing in Mantle, a poles distance away stood a ramshackle and worn elevated stand that was mainly used by the town crier, but was also used by officials who resided over duels.

Winter stood upon the stand as both Jaune and Yang took to opposite sides of the stone circle.

"Are both combatants ready?"

Yang smirked feraly as she rested her twin axes on her shoulders and took a confident but relaxed stance.

Jaune donned his helmet before drawing and raising his sword until it rested roughly an inch above his shoulder whilst he held his shield in front of him at an angle. Jaune then studied the Orc for a moment.

"She's strong, I can tell even from this distance, but I outclass her in armor and maybe even training, but there's only one way to tell for certain."

"Ready… begin!"

Yang bellowed out a thunderous war cry and charged headlong towards Jaune, arms raised high with an excited look of rapture on her face. Jaune batted away her savage downward strike with his shield while he simultaneously slashed at her with the side of his sword. Jaune's blow landed true onto Yangs unarmored ribs, causing her to falter for but a moment, a moment Jaune took devastating advantage of as he delivered a shield strike with the pointed end of his heater shield, slugging Yang across the face.

Yang stumbled back a few steps whilst waving her axe to ward off approach. After a moment Yang whipped her head up to look at Jaune with a look of utter joy, which turned terrifying from the blood seeping down her face from her broken nose.

"Finally!" Yang growled. "I've finally found someone who might be worthy!"

Yang gave Jaune no quarter to ponder her meaning before she charged him once more, madly unleashing a flurry of recklessly savage strikes.

"Armor or not, if one of those blows hit me I'm done!" Jaune thought as he dodged or deflected Yangs berserker blows.

Jaune deflected and parried blow after blow, until he managed to disarm Yang of her axes with a shield bash to her right hand and a slash from his sword to her left. But he was caught off-guard when Yang suddenly tackled him to the ground, sword and shield lost. And so the two devolved into haphazard strikes and constant rolls for the others submission.

"Yes! YES! YES!" Yang cheered as Jaune delivered blow after blow to her face whilst griping her hair.

After a devastating blow to her chin, Yang was launched off of Jaune and towards the edge of the stone ring. Jaune clambered to his feet and retrieved his sword. He whipped around, presenting the point of his sword toward Yang, readying himself for another attack. An attack that never came.

Jaune could only stare dumbfounded at the sight of Yang, who herslef was prostraiting herself on her hands and knees.

Yang looked up through her mangled blonde locks and blood stained face, panting heavely. "I… I… submit… Master!"

Jaune, Winter, and the gathering crowd could only stare in response to the Orc, who would latter be described as having "Hearts for eyes" as she gazed almost lovingly at Sir Jaune.

Until a faint "What?" slipped past the lips of the crowd.

"What!?" Winter followed.

"What?!" Jaune finally bellowed.

The frankly akward and stunned silence did nothing to stop Yang from crawling toward Jaune on her hands and knees as she spouted of her undying love for Jaune, until she sat on her lourels in front of Jaune like a faithful dog would when begging for a treat from its master. Hearts for eyes, tongue hanging from her panting mouth, and if she had a tail, it would've been wagging at the speed of light.

"Master!" Yang panted out with a dopey lopsided grin.

Jaune could only stare in response.

And it was at this moment that Princess Weiss chose to enter the town proper, with the five lesser orc prisoners in her wake, who promptly fell in line with their leader once they spotted her kneeling in front of Jaune.

"What… happened?" Weiss asked with eyes the size of saucers.

Before any sane individual could reply, Yang happily turned her head towards Weiss and said something that would stick with the poor shealtered girl for the rest of her days, all while hugging Sir Jaunes leg like a loyal concubine.

"A wedding ceremony of course!" Yang cheered. "And this." She squized Jaunes leg. "Is now our husband!"

"… … … WHAT!?"

"Wait, 'Husband', and what do you mean by 'our'?" Jaune asked, his one tight and panicky

Yang giggled, yes giggled. "Female Orcs come as a packaged deal!"

Jaune looked towards the five lesser orcs, five very submissive, devoted, and down right horny looking orcs, and uttered a simple. "Oh."