Use the trigger for the hell of it.

"Alright, let's try... Chicken Yang," Jaune smirked.

"Buck, buck, Buckaw!" Yang immediately found herself clucking as she had her hands under her armpits and flapping them around. Jaune laughed a little, liking the sight of the naked woman walking about like a chicken.

"Back to Humanity," he said. (Forgot to put this part of the trigger in the previous chapter, but a quick edit fixed that...)

Yang blinked and went red. "Okay, that was odd..."

"Cow Yang," he stated.

"...mooooo," she said, now on all fours with a slightly dull and docile expression in her eyes. He beckoned her over and she crawled to him as she mooed some more.

He then knelt down, and squeezed her "udders" as she mooed in pleasure at the mock milking. He stood again. "Back to Humanity."

"Moooo- ack!" she yelped, blushing. "...I need to see a psychiatrist I think..." she panicked slightly.

"Dog Yang," he said.

"Woof, woof, arf!" she said excitedly, lolling her tongue out and panting as she looked up enthusiastically at Jaune, waving her butt like it was a tail.

"Sit girl," he commanded, and she emulated a dog sitting, still panting with a derpy look on her face. "Good girl. Shake," he said, extending a hand, and taking her "paw" when it was proffered.

"Lay down," he added, and she complied. "Now roll over," he said. She rolled into her back, and he reached for her abdomen and began to rub it. Her eyes rolled up in joy at the belly rub she was getting.

"Good girl," Jaune praised, already thinking what to do with her next.