Dungeon Crawl - Full Resolution

Update May 12: Fleet's outfit has been updated to better reflect canon!

Finished flat colored commission for Once3333, who wrote a marvelous story to go along with it. Thank you for commissioning me, Hiran, this was a challenge-- and a total blast! (I have a new appreciation for pangolins, too!)

You can check out more of his writing on his FA: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/once3333/

Hiran the pangolin belongs to Once3333 and Fleet the rabbit belongs to Manicorn.

Hiran has kindly offered to share a piece of the writing with us-- if you enjoy the following segment, go give him a follow so you can catch the full thing!

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"If through these doors you will be led, then pass you must with rump made red."

"...What?" Hiran asked flatly, staring at the sealed door ahead of them. Sure, they'd heard there were unusual barriers hidden within this dungeon, but this was not at all what he'd expected.

"So what, one of us just has to get spanked?" Fleet asked. 

"In those words, yes," the strange speaking door agreed.

The rabbit shrugged. He looked far less concerned about the situation than Hiran. In fact, he was already working at his buckle. "Heh. Easiest dungeon I've ever heard of."

"W-wait, hold on!" Hiran's face went red as he saw that Fleet was already dropping his pants. "There has to be another way through."

"Oh come on, my dad's whooped my ass more times than I can count. I can handle a little pain for a crack at treasure, no problem." Fleet stood with his pants around his ankles. He tilted his chin at Hiran. "Now come on and get to it. It’s not a big deal, seriously."

"Well I—that—I never had that problem!” Hiran spluttered. “And I can't just... you know!" Hiran couldn't help but stare at Fleet's perky cheeks as the rabbit bent over and grabbed his ankles. It felt like the sight of his traveling partner's firm ass was always getting shoved in his face for one reason or another. Not that he was complaining, necessarily, but it had his face turning red as a beet once again.

"Wait—never?" Fleet asked, incredulous at learning that fact. "Now hold on a tick, that does change things. Hmmm…” He grabbed his pants up off the floor, then minutely looked Hiran up and down. His face broke out in a bright grin. “Don’t worry, pal! I can fix that." In one fast, unbelievable motion he whipped out his pants and they wrapped around Hiran’s wrists.