Surviving a viking story. (Okay this is a commission story that was commissioned to me by a anonymous individual. There might be some stuff in here that may be offensive to others. And also there might be some things in here that go against my normal standards. I just want to say that if you are one of the individuals that can get easily offended by off topics. And also inner species relationships. And weird stuff sometimes. This might not be the story for you. But other than that I hope you can enjoy it all right let's get started) (Also as a disclaimer some things in the story will be alternated mainly because of I may not be able to pronounce it or spell it right or etc. There will be errors. Grandma errors as well as speech error and spelling errors.) “it was a stormy night the only thing I can remember I was riding upon a very old long ship as I was in my tribe was cruising across the Open Sea in hoping to find new land for ourselves. But it was a bad and terrible storm. It was like a violent wrath coming from the gods their self. Thunder was flashing like thorn was throwing down lightning bolts at us. As our boat begin to tumble and toss eventually the only thing I can see is black. Soon I woke up crawling around on something that felt like a beach I couldn't see it was beginning to look dark as I begin to fade I thought to myself this might be the end and I may never get a chance to see the world the way that I wanted to as I slow begin to close my eyes I accepted the fact that if I was about to go to Van hella I should go in honor. But what honor do I have when I have no honor to show. But yet I lay there and gave up.” Time has passed and a young Viking human woke up to find himself in a brand new tribe. He didn't know this tribe at all. He didn't know where he was. The only thing he knew that something happened and he end up here. Here and this tribe. But he knows something totally different about yourself. He looked at the clothing that he was wearing compared to the clothing that everyone else was wearing. He had female clothes on. And some type of spray or something would spray upon him as well making him smell a little bit more pleasant. He looked at around as a warriors of the tribe seems to pay him no never mind. As they seem to be reparing theirself or some type of battle. It wasn't for a long for the local old shaman came up to me. He looked at me with a smile. As he reached his hand out. To lead me to his Hut. I followed him to his hut. Is a very old gray wolf a lot older than I am I looked at him and he looked it back at me. He was smoking on something. I don't know what it was. I done my best to try to not pay attention to that. But my biggest question is what was my role and why was I here. “Yes young one you act very many questions and inspect a lot of answers but you're not going to get answers from me not the way that you think. Your new role is to be the bride of a very great ruler one day. My role is to start to train you on your way and your new life everything you knew about yourself is no longer. You get it. You must be the new female and a new bride but in leader to come. I have to make you perfect have to make you fit into everyone even though clearly you're not one of our kind. Do I make myself clear if you want to survive here you must do as what is told of you and not to go against it do I make myself clear.”the old wolf look at the individual. Of course the individual terminated by the size of the wolf anyway went ahead and agreed. Time passed on he was beginning to reveal his duties as being a female. Doing things that female do wash the clothes of the warriors plant crop. And talk them on the other local females. He knows how he looked at everyone there. There was not a human in sight. Every creature that he came across so far will a bipad a individual or creature that walks upright on two legs similar to a human. And most of them and the majority of them pretty much resemble canines. Anyways he took his duties as seriously as he could. Until the day came that it was time for him become more and more involved in a tribe and finally it was time for him to receive a sacred markings to identify him as part of the tribe. Back at the elder Hut. The elder wife began to make preparations for the tattoos and stuff that she will have to engrave into the young individual. She told him to take it easy as she began to work her magic. These tattoos were not your normal tattoos either they will totally different and unique in their own little way. However the young individual begin to realize that the more tattoos that she added on him the more that he begin to feel a little bit weird. Like something was trying to process him. But nevertheless he kept on keeping himself normal. But the presence of whatever it was was growing more and more stronger by the minute. A time went on the young individual was developing very high level skills as well. But that's when the local elder will begin to take more closer attention to him. Wanting him to come to his hut. It didn't take long at the individual realize what this elder wanted. With the elder younger wife just sitting there watching the whole thing take place. The elder did not hesitate to begin to show the young individual more things about him. Most of them sexual in nature. The individual was beginning to realize what his purpose was. After all he was considered like a female. Even though he wasn't. That night he can just feel the elder pushing into him pushing his canine Dick and him constantly. He didn't like it but he took it anyway. Even though he didn't like being dominated. But the older younger wife always kept him at ease keeping him from doing anything that can upset the elder After that particular night. The young individual return back to his own hut. But every time he can think about what the elder was doing to him is only with making him angry. But at the same time he knew he was outnumber and surrounded. Regardless of what he can think he knew not to challenge them. If he does he can risk being completely destroyed or worse. So he didn't. One day the young individual decided to go somewhere alone not far from the tribal camp to try to commune with the gods maybe they will give him some peace maybe they were free him from this curse or whatever. He went to a local sacred area that he was here enough he kneel down and began to pray to the gods begging for mercy he said to them he better to take death then it take what he's been going through. When he returned back to the camp he can see the elder sitting there. Once again the elder led him back to his hut. And again a whole thing started again. He was doing him like he was a wild animal. Pretty much. He in general was getting fed up. But part of him was liking it. It wasn't like he didn't like what he was feeling. Especially the part once the elder hit his climax and and all it at warm liquid start to blow inside of his butthole. In general he treated that like some type of reward after going through all of the thrusting that the elder basically does. But he begin to notice how the elder would not allow anyone else to get close to him. Or some particular reason the elder pretty much treat him like he is one of his many wives that he has. As time went on eventually the young individual learned how to adapt and learn how to basically live among the new tribe that he was. Accepting that he may not be free from whatever curse that he was placed under. And accept his new life for now. Deep in his mind he is ready for revenge. But he knows he have to wait. And you know they can show any sign of malice the wolves of their tribe will completely destroy him. Still he wished that he was just in the van hella away from all it is. But it did what he had to do to earned his rights among the gods. Then this will just have to do. The end of part 1 And maybe be a part two later on I'm not quite sure yet. I will run it by the one who commissioned me first. To see what they think. All right I hope y'all enjoy.