A classic next, then Kitty wants milk.

"Okay Yang, back to humanity," Blake grinned, and Yang blinked.

"Dang it..." she pouted. "Denied even the chance to cheer myself up... How could this get worse?" She then noticed an evil looking grin on Blake's face, and she paled, recognizing the look. "...please don't," she whined.

"Chicken Yang," Blake cackled while rubbing her hands together.

"Buckaw!" Yang strutted around the room, helplessly acting like a chicken once more. Jaune had tweaked that particular animal trigger some time ago to make her fully aware, but take a back seat to the chicken self.

"Never gets old... Though I'm going to pay for it later..." Blake admitted, knowing Jaune had only given Blake an hour to be able to use the triggers with the Note, to be used at any time. The clock was now ticking, and she knew Yang would get her back before the dance. "...worth it," she decided, seeing where Yang was coming from with the teasing Jaune thing.

She gave it a couple of minutes, before she said, "Back to humanity."

"What's with the obsession with making me act like a chicken!?" Yang protested as she stopped mid strut.

"It's hilarious," Blake sniggered.

"...you better enjoy this while it lasts Blake, because payback's a bitch, and so am I," Yang promised, though mostly playfully.

"Maybe, but I'm kinda thirsty right now," Blake mused.

"...so what, you want me to get you some water or something?" Yang blinked.

"I had a better idea," Blake grinned. "First, My Pet Slavegirl," she ordered, triggering the slave personality. Yang blinked, then smiled adoringly at Blake.

"Mistress, how many I serve you?" she asked, kneeling.

"First, get those clothes off," Blake stated, and Yang hurriedly obeyed, tossing off her clothes like they were made of acid. "Next... Cow Girl Faunus."

As expected, a cow tail sprouted from just above her ass, while her ears morphed into a pair of cow ears, a pair of horns growing out of her head, and her breasts enlarging as they swelled with milk. "Moo... You want me to give you milk Mistress?" Yang cooed.

"Yes," Blake smirked, and latched onto a breast, taking a drink as Yang pressed her tits out to give Blake easier access.

"Mooo..." Yang moaned at the sensation of being milked.