Only just.

The trip back to Beacon felt as if it took ten times longer than usual for the faunas as she struggled to endure the **** on her anus. Whatever bug had crawled into her bum was no doubt well and truly dug in at this point, which would make for an absolute nightmare of extricating it. Not to mention the sheer amount of pain that Blake felt every time the critter decided to give her asshole another bite, followed soon after by the itchy sensation that was driving her mad from being unable to scratch it. It was only due to Blake's experience in maintaining a poker face that prevented her partner from picking up on her discomfort. Still, Blake was subtly clenching her teeth and mentally screaming for relief during the return trip.

Finally though, they had arrived at the door to their room, which Yang was quick to unlock. This was -of course- followed by the words Blake dreaded to hear.

"I call dibs on the bathroom first!" Yang exclaimed before rushing into the room to grab her loungewear that she left on her bed, before making a mad dash to the bathroom and shutting the door behind her.

Blake could only stare at the door in despair, allowing a quiet whimper to escape her lips. Only to bite down on a scream as the insect reminded her of its presence.

"HIIEEEEEE!!!"

Screw waiting to get in the bathroom, the huntress-in-training needed some form of relief from the attack, however temporary it may be. Shutting the door and locking it for good measure, Blake immediately dropped her trousers and undergarments. Squatting down so her buttocks would already be spread apart from her positioning, the girl furiously began to finger her anus and scratch like there was no tomorrow. With every press she could feel the small lump that was the bug currently latched to her bum, but the desire to itch had overridden the need to remove the cause of said itching.

"Not enough!" Blake growled as she stood up and walked over to her bedpost.

Pressing her ass against the wooden surface so that its edge was wedged between her buttocks, she proceeded to grind up and down on the furniture to alleviate the irritation. She was going at it so hard that the rest of her butt was starting to grow sore from friction burns, but that was a problem she could wait to deal with later.

"Once Yang is out of the shower and I get a pair of tweezers, you are SO dead!" she yelled at the bug that was gleefully chewing on her asshole.

It was at that point when...