You'll be used as a distraction

"My name is Erik", says the muscled wolfman, "You will call me Master Erik. Understood?"

You bob your head, "Yes, master Erik," your response tumbles from your lips before you can stop yourself. Part of you wonders why you're just letting the gang of mercenaries lead you outside and why you just called the wolf 'master'. Another part of you, a special inner self, tingles with delight as you submit. The feeling of his furry paw pressed against your hot pants is fresh and strong. You know you're not supposed to mention it so you don't.

Erik keeps his powerful arm around your shoulder as the group walks out and starts down the town road towards the docks. You couldn't escape unless you could overpower the wolf and that feels impossible.

Without looking you know exactly where the shady weasel anthro is. He is walking behind you and you can almost feel his gaze on your ass. Once again you can't help now your body responds and you find yourself adjusting your stride, to wiggle your bum, to give the creepy wizard a show. You don't think you like him but it seems clear what he wants and you don't want to disappoint.

The fox and huge dragonman are up ahead, laughing and occasionally glancing back over their shoulders to make sure you and the other two men are keeping up.

"We'll give you a name later, " grins Erik, "It's a little thing we do. We like to name the 5th party member only once she's proved herself worthy. Until then you'll be Squirt. Okay Squirt?"

"Yes master Erik," you agree, suddenly eager to see if you can earn a name.

"Your first mission is to distract the guard outside a warehouse we need to visit. It'll be easy. Just walk up to the horseman with the red mohawk and shiny metal chest plate, tell him that Rory sent you and you'd like to kiss the thorns. Do everything he tells you to do after that or we won't be friends any longer. "

The warehouse section of the docks isn't that far away and particularly rough at this time of the evening. Nevertheless, master Erik's instructions are clear enough, "I understand Master Erik," you confirm.

The well built mercenary responds by giving you a pat on the bum, "Good."

A few minutes the later the five of you are sneaking along a very muddy alley that runs between warehouses. You can hear the docks from here, the sound of dockers loading crates and exotic furries calling to one another.

The fox man signals to the group to stop and you can feel Erik's hand tense on your shoulder. You obey, stopping right beside the large wolf, his codpiece pressing against the small of your back as he keeps you close.

The fox whispers, "There's two of them but Sergey is there."

"She'll manage," Erik mutters back and pushes you forward, "Go on Squirt"

Before you can react you've been stumbled around the corner and are alone in a very muddy alley with two anthro horse guards. One of the two has a red mohawk and a chest plate as described.

You can't but help follow the instruction Erik gave you, "Rory sent me," you say in a timid voice, staggering forward slightly, trying not to fall into the mud, "I'd like to kiss the thorns."