Yang Xiao Long tromped her way up the mountain path, trudging through snow piled high enough to reach her shorts. She was on her way back to Atlas from hunting through the mountainous caverns in the snowy valleys, a signature element of the land of Solitas. She was alone however, seeing as how the task was a minor one that didn't necessitate the entire gang coming along. They also had their own things to handle though she was sure they'd be capable enough to take care of themselves although she couldn't help but worry for her half-sister; Ruby. She'd gone all the way out back to the forest near the old Beacon Academy to handle some strange Grimm sighting. Would she really be okay? In the midst of her worries, Yang notices the sight of a log cabin over the crest of a small hill. It'd be night soon so some shelter from the cold of night and the unforgiving mountain ranges was awesome to have. Upbeat and shaking off her thoughts, Yang heads for the cabin, unaware of the pair of eyes keeping watch on her from within its dark rooms...

"Anyone in there? Hello?!" After a few minutes of banging on the door and waiting in the cold for a reply that never came, abit miffed, Yang finally tries the handle as the door creaks open as she lets herself inside, "I'm coming in!". Slowly stepping inside, Yang tests the nearby light switch, smiling as the lights come on and the hum of a heater starts up. Looking around, Yang notices the place coated in a thin layer of dust, the furniture aged but not mouldy or broken. Surely there'd be at least someone living here for the electricity to be running right? She locks the front door before proceeding further, making sure that once she found a good place to rest there'd be no easy way for Grimm to enter the shelter should she be found. Making her way deeper into the dusty log cabin, Yang enters a small comfortable bedroom fit for one person. She proceeds to settle down, dusting off the sheets and setting up a Dust lamp on the table top as she flops over onto the bed, creaking as she does so. "Its a little stiff but this'll do...sortof reminds me abit of Beacon's dorm be-GHRK!". In the rush to give her tired body some well deserved rest, aching after a day spent wandering the tall mountain faces and spelunking into Grimm hidey holes before beating the lights out of them with Ember Celica, Yang had let her guard down as a sudden sting at the back of her neck interrupts her thoughts, snapping her awake for a split moment before she begins to feel a heavy fog fall over her as she tries to fight off the drugs now flowing in her bloodstream and around her body, but with how close the point of impact was to her brain, it was pointless as the metaphorical fog drowns her out. The drug acted so fast to the point Yang didn't even have a chance to draw upon her Semblance or Aura, drained after almost a day's worth of fighting Grimm, for protection. Ashamed at being taken down by a trick of this level, the last thing she sees is the roof of the cabin room, and something tight clasping itself around her neck as energy leaves her body and the heavy fog consumes her consciousness.

As Yang floats still in the void of deep sleep as the drugs continue to flow into her from the now completely formed leather collar wrapped around her neck, two masked men bearing the mark and attire of the White Fang; a former terrorist group comprised of Faunus who had been mistreated and wanted equal rights for their species that was being reformed under better terms after the death of the leader of the extremists; Adam Taurus, and the Battle of Haven. Entering the room to view their handiwork. One of them scoffing in disgust at the sight of Yang's unconscious figure as he crouches low and disconnects a wire from the contraption beneath the bed. "Can we get this over with? The faster we do this the faster we get to the point where we wipe blonde bitch over here from existence...its the least we can do for our leader!". The other figure walks over to Yang, a hand fishing out what looks like a bulky handle as he grabs the loose end of the wire, attaching one end to the handle and the other to the collar around Yang's neck. "I get your hate towards the lady here for killing Adam, but this needs some precision y'know? Relax, once we're done you can do whatever you want to her alright? But don't go too far though, we still need to hand her over once we're done, the people behind this nifty thing here are paying us alot to do this!". As he finishes his sentence, he dangles a golden cowbell between his fingers, a curious, crimson glow to it.

"I get that! Now hurry up before she wakes up or something, or it'll be both our heads between those fists of hers!". Hands raised in resignation, the relaxed White Fang member slips the cowbell onto an empty clasp around Yang's collar as the glow intensifies, a pained look on her unconscious face as the cowbell trembles, the crimson light turning gold before being sucked out and away from Yang, transferring into a container beneath the bulky handle . The other White Fang smiles in glee as he watches the murderer of his beloved leader change slowly, losing all semblance of her former self as horns begin to push their way out of her skull alongside what looks to be a pair of ears belonging to a cow, the blonde hair around it shortening as it darkens into an ordinary brown, she'd been turned into a Faunus! Her pain stricken face gives in to the transformation, aging a few years ahead as heavy eyelashes grow out and her hardened definition softens, frown lines dissapearing as the face of a mature beauty overwrites that of a young lady who'd spent years seeing combat. Yang's body pulses along with the light draining from her, slowly losing muscle definition as her strength is taken away along with years of training, leaving soft smooth skin and tender layers of fat where scars and hardened muscles once were. Yang's modest chest ripples under her clothes as they expand, undoing her zipper as the now-massive meatbags flop outwards, coated in sweat from the strain of the transformation. An unrestrained womanly moan a few octaves higher than her previous one escapes her pouty lips, causing tents to form in the pants of the men in the room at the sound of Yang's pleasure, as a cow tail bursts through her tight pants, flopping over the bed as the yellow glow subsides. Yang was barely recognizable; now a brown haired Faunus woman in her late thirties, her bodaceous, sweat caked body clad in supple, untouched skin. With killer curves and massive heaving breasts, replacing the blonde, battles tested Huntress on the bed, the prosthetic arm she once had having been converted into a fully functioning normal limb during the transformation. In her mind though, Yang would be struggling hard to regain control, screaming in fury at what the White Fang in the room had done to her. Excited, the relaxed White Fang rejoices as the more serious member goes to the drawer in the corner of the room, taking out a cow print bikini, licking his lips under the mask in anticipation of the final touches of humiliation to their target of revenge.

"Heh, this thing really does work! Think the command features do too?". He holds out the handle as the other member throws the kinky swimwear onto the bed before grabbing hold of it. "Time to see if it does! Wake up you cow! Time to see first hand why Adam was right in using violence against you humans!" Upon hearing his gruff voice, the conciousness of Yang still struggling in resistance within is slowly silenced as the mental programming begins to delete "problems" in her code, unable to do anything as shes slowly taken apart, her memories of her life slowly vanishing as she screams a final cry of anger before being snuffed out for good. Her physical body spasms in response, her eyes snapping open revealing soulless green pupils where vibrant purple once was, a sign that her inner resistance had been crushed. In an airy voice with a seductive lisp no longer own, she replies to the command "Yes Master, Your slave is ready to do as you command." Satisfied, he nods at the set of clothes by the bed "Put these on!". Showing no signs of hesitation or embarassment, the Faunus stands up and takes off her slightly torn outfit leaving her new body exposed to the cold air, breasts flopping around with her movement and her sweaty lower lips make the two men in the room tingle in excitement. When she's done, Yang is truly gone; her old clothes lying torn and battered on the floor as the Cow Faunus lays her pudgy buttcheeks back onto the bed, parading her buxom body in the cow print bikini to go along with her tail. The tight top squeezing her breasts together and painting a blush of arousal on her cheeks as her fat, erect nipples tent the top. The equally tight bikini bottom clings to her soft body and puffy lower lips, forming tantalizing valleys of pudgy flesh on her hips and thighs. Completing the look are a pair of cow print stockings hugging her lean, supple legs, something the old Yang would never even think to wear in the first place. As the man laughs, his anger sated, he hands the controller back to the lax one who walks over to the newborn Faunus woman while he pulls out a device, dialing in a number presumably to inform their mysterious benefactor of the collar's success at subduing the former Yang. Lifting her chin up with his free hand as he inspects her vapid eyes and deadpan stare, scoffing at the fact that with just a simple trick and advanced technology, they'd managed to change and bend a powerful, renowned human Huntress into a buxom Faunus slave who would do their bidding...something their cause faught so hard against, but when things get tough, rules get bent. A part of him had hoped she'd be there to witness her humiliating descent from strong Huntress to an ordinary Faunus woman with a body the exact opposite of her well-built one but oh well, what's done is done.

"Whats your name girl? Anything in that pretty head of yours?" "I have no name Master, i exist to serve you, to be whatever you want me to be, that is all..." Upon hearing her response, he drops her chin back down as a mischievious idea forms in his head, the words *Whatever you want me to be* on repeat in his mind. Grabbing ahold of her neck eliciting a faint sigh of pleasure at being manhandled, he starts his experiment, picturing his ideal woman in his mind. "Hrmm, lets put that to the test then shall we? After all...i do like my women exotic~" At his words, her hair explodes outwards, growing even longer than her previous blonde mane, dyeing itself raven black as it does, leaving her with a long fringe that covers up her eyes, just the tip of her nose and peachy lips exposed. The changes dont stop there though, as the Faunus lady grows a few inches taller, her skin darkens into an exotic dark brown tone as her human ears recede, horns growing larger and curved like handlebars. The other White Fang member hastily puts away the device as he realizes what his colleague has done, staring in shock at the shifting Faunus as her already tight bikini strains harder, her pillowy breasts sagging down as they grow even larger. The changes slow as her hips begin to grow into those of a woman who's experienced childbirth multiple times, snapping the bikini bottom, leaving her used naughty bits exposed, crowned with a newly grown bush of pubic hair. As the man lets go of her neck, sending her falling to the bed, he grabs a glass bottle nearby and pulls apart a bikini strap, grabbing a handful of breast forcing screams of ecstasy; creamy white milk gushing out into the waiting bottle as he does so. By the end of her orgasmic experience, the bed sheets are stained with milk and the man lifts his mask, sipping away at his sweet drink, fresh from the udders of the newly changed Faunus lying on the bed, twitching as pangs of pleasure rock her body. Walking up and tapping the man's shoulder, the slightly ticked off White Fang questions him as he puts away his drink, a trickle of milk on his lips. "Dont go too far huh? What the heck was that? The benefactors are almost here and they wanted her and the collar intact! It was a one of a kind device, Do you have any idea what you've just done?" Puzzled, he stares at the dazed Faunus on the bed, eyes roaming from her puckering lower lips to her bosom rising up and down and up her neck..."What d'ymean? It's just some testing, nothing big! She's still here, mostly! And the collar...the collar is...oh crap!"...As he finally realizes the collar lying open on the ground, smoke pouring from the smashed handle and cowbell as yellow energy seeps out of it, vanshing into the air. As the Faunus woman begins to rise off the bed, the two White Fang members move into a battle stance, wary that Yang had somehow survived the device's reprogramming and if all the pleasure hadn't fried her head. Which if she had, was probably about ready to smash them apart for all the things they did to her..."MOOOOOO! AHHHG! AHHHH!" Loud sensual moans and animalistic moo's sound from her instead, leaving the two men relieved until the door behind them flies open, a powerful kick blowing it wide open, revealing a tall silhouette standing in the doorway, hidden by powerful searchlights behind him. "Is everything alright? Did Yang esca-" His worry cut short as he catches sight of the fizzling collar device, the two nervous men and the bed stained with fluids, a blabbering plump, dark skinned MILF of a Faunus sitting on it, a bottle half filled with milk in between her plump thighs. Palming his face in slight dissapointment at the loss of the device..."What have you two dunderheads done...", At least he still had who he presumed to be the former Huntress; Yang, now a submissive, mind broken Faunus...it was gonna take a long time till she was ready for the market...till then though there was a lot to be done to turn her into a product worth the Lien.

- A FEW MONTHS LATER -

Yariya stands naked in the middle of a dressing room being attended to by handmaidens as they rush to and fro, applying makeup and oils to her tall ebony body, brushing clean her silky long hair and ensuring her privates were shaved clean. It had been about six months since a supposed gang had found her drugged and broken in a rival gang's slave pen, after years of being trained and used as a pleasure slave until her "rescue". Landing in slightly less savoury dungeons as a trophy was a preferrable fate. Curiously, the leader instructed that they give her medication and therapy to slowly fix her drug addled mind and body. She was thankful to her captors for providing such aid to a mere slave, she'd never known true life out in the world till now and the only memory on her mind back then was taking men in and out of every orifice with every passing day till her mind just shut down, the mental toll too much to take. She'd been bought by a visiting merchant one day for a hefty sum of Lien worth more than all the medication used to treat her back to a stable state, she assumed he'd been enthralled by her curvy body attributed to her Cow Faunus heritage, her exotic voice, airy lisp and chocolate dark skin tone being bonuses on top, willing to spend way more than usual on a Faunus slave, but for one as beautiful and mysterious as Yariya was; her own past a foggy haze to her besides her name, it was worth the price! On the transport headed to the continent of Anima, Yariya was disgusted, both at the merchant who she was sure only bought her for her looks and having to leave behind people she'd gotten to know during her time in the dungeons recovering from the ordeal at the hands of the slavers, but after she'd been led to a lavish room in surprise and learned how the staff consisted of both Faunus and Humans and how kind the young man was, she couldn't help but slowly open up to him and the warm people of the Manor. As the months went by, she slowly grew accustomed to the manor and its inhabitants. Appreciating life as a normal being, free from worry as she took up the role of a housewife and maid in gratitude, cooking for the merchant, also the master of the Manor named Branden and spending her time cleaning up the place. One day however, she was called up to his quarters. Nervously opening the door only to find him kneeling on a knee and proposing marriage to her. He had grown close with her during her time at the Manor, having conversations about their respective lives and what they liked about the world of Remnant and hoping things would be better for relations between Faunus and Humans, nurturing love for her within Branden as he got to know her, finally proposing to Yariya as she enters his room. Accepting the ring, the two happily hugged as plans for the ceremony went underway immediately leading up to the current day; with Yariya nervously being groomed and prepped for the wedding as she stares at the full body mirror in front of her, her body fidgeting as hands applied makeup to her face and jewelry to her curved horns. Yariya yelps as a pair of gloved hands rest on her shoulders, the warmth surprising her "Calm down dear, you look stunning! Master Brendan will definitely be pleased once you two are alone tonight to consumate your wedding!" Reassuring smile on her face as she thanks the Handmaiden, Yariya looks back at her reflection, deep in thought...she'd come a long way; from a mere slave to being taken in and treated as a normal person by a united group of Faunus and Humans living under the roof of a generous man, the same man she was now about to happily pledge her life to be with for the rest of their days. Confidence building inside, Fariya shakes off any uncertainty as she steps away from the mirror, heading off to put on the specially ordered wedding dress tailor made under Brendan's orders, excited to see it, hoping she'd look good in it for her future husband!

Yang Xiao Long the Huntress was gone, but the dark fate her captors had in mind for her was overwritten, although she wouldn't know it for the rest of her life as the loving Faunus mother, Yariya, married happily with the man who had unknowingly saved her from that fate. They would live happily together for many years after, bearing children that would fill the halls with laughter as another example of harmony between Man and Faunus.

THE END