A/N: Hello! Thanks for clicking on this story. How this 'trove' will work is that every chapter I publish is unrelated with its own setting and plot line. Of which there will probably be very little of if any at all. A brief summary will be provided with every upload, so no worries about getting lost. Lastly, most of these one-shots will be stories previously posted from my Tumblr, with new added additions as I go. There are many works in progress I have yet to post anywhere, so maybe look forward to them?

This particular story is a very silly one-shot I wrote for a friend involving catnip!Blake and a truck load of tomfoolery. Many puns and slightly heated fluff ahead. This will most likely be the most 'heated' one, but my hands were twisted into uploading this one first. You were warned.

"Heyoo!"

Blake jumped as the dorm room door smashed open, a blonde stumbling her way through with a cheery smile and a friendly wave. Her teammate, Yang, looked back at the door.

"Whoa, that door is lighter than I thought."

"Y-Yang?" Blake stammered. She scrambled atop her bed, one hand behind her back as she tried to better position herself by her pillow, the other trying to casually smooth down any creases on her pajama robe. "Um… you're back early. How come?"

Not noticing her partner's nervous behavior, Yang shrugged and threw her school bag over Blake's bed. Blake heard it plop down on the overhead bunk, a blazer soon joining it, while she watched her partner walk toward her. "Apparently someone thought it'd be a cool idea to bring their pet mice to class." She snickered. "Professor Oobleck was awesome. He couldn't stop dancing around for two seconds and ended up getting carried out of the classroom piggyback style by Cardin! He canceled class until someone removes the mice."

Yang dive bombed into Blake's bed, bouncing the stiff, jittery girl already on it. Settling herself on the other end of the bed with, her legs parallel to Blake's and arms crossed behind her head, she began to ask, "What's up with you? How come you're in the dorm all by your lonesome?"

"Oh, uh… I… was going to take a nap?"

Yang chuckled. "Are you asking me or telling me?"

"Both?"

"Uh huh. Sure." She smirked. "Fess up. Whatcha got?"

Blake's eyes darted to the left for a brief second before looking back to meet Yang's smug ones. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah, sure you don't. Your pupils are just huge 'cause you happened to see some of your favorite tuna flopping on the floor, right?"

"My pupils are not dilated." Blake denied.

"Don't lie to me kitten, I can smell something. Something... fishy."

"Really? You're going to crack puns?"

Yang wagged a finger in her direction, smirking. "There is never a bad time fur puns, my dear. Meow, tail me what you got in your paws and I'll stop."

"I'm not telling you anything." Blake harrumphed and crossed her arms over her chest, haughtily turning away. She indignantly drummed her fingers against one arm, a steady tmp tmp tmp rhythm beating while she spoke.

"Not a word?"

Yang rose from her end of the bed to rest her knees against the mattress. Grabbing Blake's bare feet, she lifted them to sit on her lap and began to massage them, slowly digging her thumbs into the heel until she felt Blake's tense muscles begin to relax.

Blake shivered, but showed no outward appearance of how frantic she really was. "Nope. Not a word."

Satisfied with her work - although perturbed by Blake's resistance - Yang then slid her fingers down over her feet, soon creeping her way up, up over long legs.

Blake's fingers froze when Yang neared the hem of her yukata. Lithe, slender digits danced over the edge of the cloth, fiddling with it as Yang bit her lip, pensive. Blake internally sighed with relief when they chose to instead bypass the space between her legs and continue traveling up her stomach.

"What a shame." Lifting one leg up and over Blake's waist, she hovered over her, leaning in close. Blake did nothing but look her stubbornly in the eye, refusing to crack or show emotion.

Yang gave a throaty chuckle as she brought her hand up to alight on her cheek, ghosting over the skin, light as a feather. "Because I know you're hiding something."

"I have nothing to hide."

"Right…" Yang drew out the word, rolling it around on her tongue. "If you have nothing to hide, you won't mind if I check what it is you stuffed under your pillow when I walked in, will you?"

Her remark had the desired effect, Blake was beginning to crack, her left brow twitching and a pink hue beginning to color her face as she stuttered. "O-of course not."

Surprised but not showing it, Yang nodded, intently watching the Faunus girl's face for a reaction. She sneakily reached out to grope blindly for the pillowcase just within arm's reach. "Well okay then, I'll just -"

Fast as lightning, Blake's arm shot out to stop her hand from getting any further. Eyes locked, both girls silently challenged the other to make a move, tension thick enough to slice with a knife.

Yang acted first.

Before Blake could think of anything, Yang made the bold decision to let gravity work its magic by relaxing her limbs and dropping the entirety of her weight over her partner.

"Uff!" Blake cried out in surprise. Wind knocked out of her, she struggled under the heavy blonde, slapping weakly at her arms. "Hey!"

Yang quickly enacted the next part of her plan by snatching the bag hidden beneath the pillowcase and beating a hasty retreat to the middle of the room. She cackled evilly as she held it up, silently boasting. Then she appraised her prize, not impressed by the clear baggie full of what appeared to be old, shriveled up leaves. "Now, let's see what we got here..."

A sharp scent hit her nose and caused her to scrunch her face when she opened the bag. She held it out at arm's length, other hand busy holding her nose and giving herself a nasally accent. "Eugh, what is this? It reeks!"

"It… it's nothing! Please, give it back!" Recovered, Blake scrambled to her feet and ran at Yang with all intent to steal the bag from her grasp. But she couldn't, Yang was too tall and too awful, the blonde chuckling at Blake's attempts to jump at the desired object as she held it over their heads, leaning away from Blake wherever she jumped.

"What iiisss it?" Yang sing-songed.

"It's nothing!"

"Ha! This is some downright nasty nothing." When Blake still refused to answer after several more jumps, Yang began to grow bored. "Oh come on, just tell me!"

"It's…" Blake sighed and ceased her jumping. Hands clenched at her sides, head bowed, she muttered something under her breath.

"What?" Yang leaned down, other hand cupped to her ear. "Didn't catch that."

She reeled back when Blake's head shot up, her voice raised enough to be heard. "It's catnip, you boob monster!"

Stunned at the… sudden insult or silly accusation she couldn't decide which, Yang did nothing to prevent Blake from leaping forward to snatch it back from her lowered hand.

Blake sighed with relief. Yang watched, perplexed, when the huntress practically shoved the bag in her own face, inhaling deeply.

Now, Yang knew the effects of nepetalactone on cats. Symptoms of the seemingly harmless greenery included: intoxication, hallucinations, inebriation, drowsiness, as well as other… more salacious but less common states . Due to chemicals held within the innocent byproduct of nature, when crushed, the plant emitted a toxin that robbed almost any feline of their senses and kicked the pleasure center of the brain into max overdrive. To sum it up in layman's terms: Blake was high.

"Uh…are you okay?" Yang asked, watching, slightly disturbed, as Blake fell to the floor, still breathing in as deeply as her nostrils would allow.

"Oooh, I'm fine." Blake giggled from the hard floor, arms out in a spread eagle position. The bag hanged limply near her nose so every breath she took was filled with the intoxicating scent of the crushed leaves. "Titular."

"Right…" Yang said with a drawl. Not entirely sure if she wanted to know if the slang was meant to be an ill-conceived play on boob vernacular or a genuine remark.

Smile a mile wide, her mess of a teammate waved up at her. Blake's eyes - her pupils dilated to the point where her irises were thin rims of color, Yang noted - flew open when she saw her hand.

"Hey, Yang."

"What?"

"What if, I'm just saying this here, what IF, I gave myself a cat bath? Do you think I could? Like, am I flexible enough to do it? Should a person who's part cat even do something like that? Why do cats give themselves baths anyway? And do you think I could do it? Wait, I already asked you that."

Yang blinked and clenched her hands. "Um… yeah, I guess you could? If you wanted to. I don't know about the second and third parts though."

Giggles erupted from Blake once again as she rolled to her side, the baggie falling off her face with an unceremonious flop. She stared at it for a moment, confused, before bursting out laughing.

At this point, Yang was unsure whether to help or to let well enough alone as Blake seemed to be having a grand old time being loopy on the dorm room floor. "What's so funny?"

A warbling finger pointed itself toward Yang, the owner of the shaking limb almost spitting as she tried to talk through her laughs. "I said titular! And… and you have big boobs!"

"Yeah…?" Yang was not so sure she liked where this was going.

"Like, I mean," Back on her back, Blake lifted her arms and stretched them as far as they would reach. "they're massive. Like… knock knock."

"What?"

"Come on, say who's there."

"No, I'm not gonna -"

"Pleaaaassseee."

Yang sighed at the pitiful whine. "Okay, fine. Who's there?"

"No, I gotta do it over." Blake cleared her throat with a small cough. "Knock knock."

Yang grit her teeth. She wasn't finding this particularly funny anymore. "Who's there?"

"Knockers!"

Yang slapping her forehead and Blake's laughs echoed in concert.

"Okay, I think you've had enough kitty weed to last you the night." Yang said as she snatched the baggie off the floor and sealed the resealing plastic with resounding tch tchs of finality.

Unfortunately, the damage was already done. Blake woozily stumbled to her feet, approaching Yang from behind as she looked for a place to hide the catnip in one of their closets. Yang yelped, barely catching herself from falling into the closet when Blake crashed into her backside, her arms wrapping around the taller girl's waist.

"Just look at these things." Blake mumbled from around her shoulder. One hand raised, she lightly smacked one of Yang's breasts up through her school uniform, the scoop of fat jiggling up in response. "They barely need any kind of prompting to just start jumping."

"Oh-ho-kay." Yang laughed nervously, throwing the bag of catnip deep into the recesses of the storage room before slamming the door shut. "How about you just -"

Blake ignored her. "They're like jumping beans! We can call 'em jumping ju-jus. What do you think? I kinda like it."

"I think," Yang began, twisting herself in Blake's hold to face the addled girl. "you need to get some sleep. You know, like you said? How about we just…" She gently pried the arms from around her waist, but to no avail, so instead migrated them to circle around her neck. "Get you to bed…" Trailing off again, she bent her knees. "Where you can take a nice little nap?"

Blake watched, curious, as Yang slid down her body. "Whatcha do-ING!" She cried out the last syllable as the ground was suddenly swept out from under her.

Blake safely secured in her arms, Yang walked them back to their haphazard bunks, chatting amicably. "Don't worry, kitten! A quick cat nap oughta help get you back to your old, minx-y self again."

"Cat nap?" Crossing her arms and scowling, Blake hummed angrily. "How come you get to make puns, but I can't?"

"I never said you couldn't." Yang set her down on the sheets, but when she tried to back away, she found she could not. "Um, you gonna let me go?"

A devilish smirk lined Blake's lips, and Yang was not sure the shiver that crawled up her spine was from fear, or excitement.

"Nah. I want you here."

"O-oh. Um…" Yang tugged at Blake's hands, one holding fast in the collar of her school uniform while the other played with the ends of her hair, as she thought of an excuse. "I need to go do some stuff… you know how it is, what with school and all… aheh…yeah."

"That can wait." Blake pulled Yang down, bringing the blonde brawler next to her so as to bury her face, nose first, in her side. Yang thought she could feel a rumble from somewhere on Blake, a sign of her pleasure. "You're definitely my favorite. The absolute breast."

Yang sighed, but admitted defeat by wrapping an arm around the girl curled into her side. School assignments versus having a nap with an attractive lady… Yeah, the attractive lady won out. "Are you still doing that?"

"Copying your un-bra-able puns? Yes."

"Psh, keep trying. You've got years of practice ahead of mew if ya wanna be at my level, kitten. No cheetah-ing to the top." Yang pinched Blake's arm, smiling. "In fact, don't be such a copycat."

Blake snapped her fingers angrily and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Shouldn't have used that word."

Yang laughed. "Ahaha, quite pawsabily! Let's face it, I'm a waaay better pun master. Mine deserve a round of apaws, and yours? Well… don't get hissterical, you'll get better. You feline what I'm saying?"

Blake glared up at her. "I'm gonna hit you. Or maybe I'll nip you."

"Sheesh, I was only kitten. Don't claw my eyes out over it."

Blake rolled her eyes. "Yeah, okay. You can stop now."

As Yang chuckled over their banter, Blake's gaze roamed over the other girl's body, finding what she searched for with ease. Just a quick touch wouldn't hurt anyone...

Her intentions were discovered quickly, for Yang smacked at her hands when she reached up toward her target, grasping eagerly for what she desired.

"Hey! Bad kitty, no boobs for you."

"But it's like you said." The tables were turned this time around as Yang's right eye twitched and color flooded her cheeks at the irresistible sight before her. Ears flat against her scalp, lower lip jutted out at just the right angle, and cheeks flushed the cutest shade of pink, it was the dreaded face: Blake's pout. "I'm just a kitty. A kitty who only wanted some milk. And these," Blake's pout curved up into a sly smile, eyes hungrily taking in Yang. "look like two good jugs to me."

Never mind the cute, more like lecherous.

"You did not just -"

"Yeah, I did. What are you going to do about it?"

"I'm… I'm going to…" Yang's heated protests faltered when she began to realize something. Blake's hands, out of sight due to her angle of perception, were slowly lifting up her skirt. They reached up, probing aimlessly in places they shouldn't be.

"H-hey! Stop that! I don't want to do this right now… Blake!" She squeaked out the other girl's name at the end, jolting at the light touch of Blake's fingers shyly skimming over the skin inside her thighs.

"Your words and your body betray you." Blake smirked into her shoulder, one hand on her hips and the other massaging a tender breast. Yang bucked up to meet her thigh, seeking friction that Blake was not giving. She kissed up Yang's neck, whispering in her ear when she reached the lobe, nibbling it as she spoke. "Hips don't lie, Yang."

Yang tried to speak, at the same time attempting to slow her rapidly rising heartbeat and control her increasing need for air. She squirmed beneath the still inebriated girl, fighting her off weakly by pushing at her shoulders to get her away. But they were half-hearted at best, and so she soon succumbed to Blake's advances, gripping Blake's shoulders now to bring her close. "I… I thought we were… were going to...?"

Before she could finish her query, Blake ceased her attacks. Curious, and more than a little aroused, Yang looked down at her bed buddy. Why did she stop so abruptly? Did something happen?

"Blake? Are… are you okay?" Yang asked, concerned.

Slumped against her chest, Blake laid motionless, her eyes closed and back moving in steady rise and falls. Her head was buried in the collar of her uniform shirt, black hair billowing out behind them to blanket their lower bodies to the waist. The hands that had previously been engaging in risqué acts with her legs now settled themselves around her waist to grip at the material clothing her lower back in a slack embrace.

"Did… did you just fall asleep on me?" Yang asked the air, indignant. "We didn't even do anything yet!"

In response, Blake let out a sleepy mew amidst her slumber. It was too adorable to be angry at.

Yang blew a stray bang away from her eyes, mouth set into a thin line before settling herself flat on the mattress with Blake covering her, holding her in place with a tight hug. "Fine, I'll let it slide. This time, mind you."

Blake nuzzled into her neck, a sly grin gracing her lips.