Draconic Rebirth

I- I don’t know how long I’ve been here. It’s dark, so dark, and sticky? Am I in hell? I suppose this is what I deserve. But wasn’t there supposed to be a talk with a big man upstairs telling me all I did wrong? Or maybe I was just raised with the wrong religion? Yeah, I figured it was all bs. I just wished I would have done something more fulfilling with my life. Graduated at 19, then spent the next 3 years working a fast food job trying to get enough money to do something with my life, or at the very least move out of my parents home.

But a few stabs later and here I am, in some sort of limbo. I don’t know how long it’s been, but I suppose in hell it doesn’t matter how much time has passed. This is eternity, this is my punishment for doing nothing with my life. Now I’m some weird mass of flesh. I have limbs of some kind, but they don’t move. I can’t speak, nor do I have a mouth to speak. I have eyes, I think, but I have no way to close them. Probably to stop me from avoiding the reality that is now my eternal punis- I AM ROLLING!

Amidst my bruiting I felt the space around me start to move as if I was in some sort of hampers ball. I rolled and rolled and rolled, for what felt like several minutes. The rolling eventually stopped, though I only felt it, and never heard a crash of any sorts. After this commotion, I waited, I waited for something else to happen, but nothing did. I don’t know if hell has some sort of rotation to keep the souls here in a state of unrest, or if this entire situation is something else beyond my comprehension.

So with nothing else happening, and nothing else I could do, I waited. It felt colder now, perhaps hell was abandoned and is now waiting for someone else to take the mantle? Maybe that’s why I’m currently in maddening boredom and not just straight up being tortured. Or, a more mundane thought, so many people die each day that I’ve been put on a waiting list, and this is just to keep me held until it’s my turn. I was expecting torture after death, and have been met with disappointment.

The coldness keeps getting worse, I feel like I’m starting to fade away. Am I going to die again? Is it possible to die in hell? What am I then, just double dead? What kind of maniac makes it so you can die in he- I am being picked up. Finally, some service in this place. As I am being picked up I- hear things. I guess I can hear now. I only hear muffled discussion, none of which I hear proper- OH GOD WHAT’S WITH THE LIGHT!

A blinding light seems to surround me for a brief few seconds before fading. After the light fades I hear the muffles take on what can only be described as approving, if not a cheerful tone. I begin to feel myself be moved around, almost as if my surroundings are being cradled. This is too much, I just wish I could sleep my time away, but ever since I got here I have been unable to sleep, nor have I felt the need to.

After what seemed to be a lot of traveling, I feel the cold that had been growing start to disappear. It is replaced by some sort of soothing warmth that gives me life again. Ok, I think I’m going to put the hell idea on the backburner for now. For its replacement I’m putting up just straight confusion. Ok, I need to start thinking about this.

I’m in a moving orb, I seem to need heat to stay alive, and I have a body, but it seems off- or unfinished. Oh my god I’m in an egg. Oh my god why am I in an egg?! Humans aren’t born from eggs, last I checked. Ok, limb check. I feel, two arms, two legs, I don’t know how many eyes I have, and maybe something else? If I do have extra limbs then I don’t even know if I’d be able to tell, or maybe it would feel so natural that I wouldn’t notice?

I don’t appear to be human, but as long as I have some form of thumbs to work with I think I’ll be alright. As long as the things I think are arms are actually arms. If not, I may be boned. Wait, what if I’m something that can’t speak? Oh god I’m not smart! I can’t build a device that can project a voice. What if what I am is considered a pet? What if they try to cut off my balls?! Wait, am I even a boy? I still can’t see anything in here so I can’t tell.

If science has taught me anything, it’s that 98% of the time in nature females get screwed over by some factor. From hyena females having pseudo-penis to an uncomfortable amount of nature just rapping females. I have thrived on the ability all my life as a male to just roll out of bed and be ready. And I am not mentally prepared for anything different. Is this what happens to people when they die? They get reincarnated based on how they lived in life? I think I read that somewhere, but I can’t remember the details.

But is this mankind's punishment for our mistreatment of animals? Am I going to be nothing more than livestock? Am I going to be eaten? If so, THEY BETTER COOK ME RIGHT! I ain’t having my new life be wasted on some half baked shit! Before I could go deeper into my tirade I felt myself be placed in a different carrier, I think I’m being wheeled around. After a while the motion stops and more muffled speech seems to transpire. Whatever is happening they seem happy with their results.

I am being wheeled again to a different place. When it finally stops I am picked up and placed on something new. This new place seems to have a more stable source of warmth. If I am correct about what I am, then this is an incubator. This is where I will stay until I hatch. But what will I hatch into? From my knowledge there are three things I could be, a bird, a reptile, or some whack mammal. From my current observation I don’t feel very bird-like, but then again what does a bird feel like? I guess only time will tell me now.

I don’t know how much time has passed. But despite me being stuck in this timeless void, progress has been made. I know that I am not a bird, I know that I have two eyes, and I know that I am a male. Well, I actually didn’t find out that last part myself. Over time my ears, or whatever they are, have developed a bit more, allowing me to overhear those around me. During one of their lamp checks I heard a female voice say that I looked like a male. Welp, that’s one worry off my mental checklist. Only a few hundred more to go.
But back to the subject of what I am. I’m not 100% sure, but I’m leaning more towards me being a reptile. I don’t have any avian features, and I seem to have a long tail. If I’m not a reptile then that means I’m some sort of whackado mammal that’s never been seen before, which is possible. But for now that’s all I got, so it’s just back to waiting around. I hope I get more visitors.

Ok, so for a while there I was leaning more towards the idea that I’m probably a class pet like a bearded dragon or something like that. But last I checked lizards don’t have forward facing legs. Which means I’m a bipedal lizard? Welp, god you’ve done it. I’m thoroughly confused. The reason I thought I was a class pet is because I keep hearing talk about me being used for some form of schooling. From the sounds of it, a kindergarten class. Oh boy. It’s one thing to be a class pet, it’s another thing to be a class pet for a bunch of kids who don’t know how to read let alone keep their grubby hands off the strange creature in the room.

As the days kept going by, my anxiety for what was to come grew. But in my current form I am powerless to do anything about it. Finally however, my day of reckoning comes. I feel my prison made of calcium and carbon be moved from the relative safety of my incubator onto a cart. As the cart comes to a halt I hear a voice ring out loud and clear.

“And for your entrance exam you must hatch open this egg!”

I’M SORRY, WHAT!? This is much worse than what I thought was happening! I’m not just a class pet, I'm a goddamn experiment for some kindergartener! I’m going to die, holy shit, I’m going to die! Who’s idea was this?

These thoughts swarmed through my head as I counted the seconds. Minutes passed by with no change in the situation from either side. Did they call the test off?

“You are running out of time. You must complete this task within the next two minutes or you will fail the entrance exam.”

Oh great, I’m not the only one feeling performance anxiety over here. Please for the love of god just call it off! I can feel that weird egg tooth thing on my mouth right now, I can probably break it open. I just need more ti-.

But before I could finish my thought I felt a sudden blast of energy. It felt as if my entire body had somehow been flooded with electricity. Then I grew in size, and when I say grow I mean I think I just tore the roof off this place. After what feels like an eternity of being left in the dark my senses are flooded with color. I look below and see a city that looks like it was ripped out of a medieval fantasy setting. I see off in the distance a circular rainbow followed by a rainbow trail quickly descending down.

As quickly as it begins it ends. I feel myself shrink to a less destructive size and start quickly descending. My descent stopped mid fall before resuming but at a much slower pace, I was practically flying. After mere moments of my descent I safely land near the fracture remains of what I presume is my egg. As I take a good look around, my months of confusion are met with no answers, and a small purple bipedal hopping about.

“I did it! I got my cutiemark!” The small one squeaked out as two taller versions of whatever she was walked over to congratulate her.

I simply sat there. I struggled to lift my hand to give it a better look. I’m purple, my vision is blurry so I’m not too sure if I’m a good shade of purple or if I’m a lame one. While I was looking at myself and the new appendage I have, a very tall and white version of the creatures around me picked me up.

Now it’s kinda hard to describe these creatures. The one that picked me up is a bipedal creature with wings and a spear like horn protruding from her head. Her face, if I could compare it to anything I’ve seen, looks kinda like a horse, kinda. The creature then gives me a smile and speaks to me.

“Well hello there little one. My, you sure seem frightened. I’m sure a little food and a nap will help you out.” She then looks over to the small purple horse. “Come now Twilight Sparkle. Let us discuss more about how your upcoming school year will look. And then, I’d like you and your family to join me for lunch.”

“Yes, yes! I’d like that very much Princess Celestia!” replied the squeaky child.

“Good, now follow me.” Celestia then proceeded to lead the way to a dinning hall. Along the way she talked to the small purple one known as Twilight Sparkle about the school that she would be attending and the expectations the school had. From the sounds of it, a pretty high class school, having grades ranging from kindergarten to highschool levels. Eventually we all made it to the dining room and everyone began sitting down.

As everyone got settled around the table two new faces joined the group. Another creature with a horn sticking out from his head and a female who also had a horn and wings. Upon entering the room they were greeted by Twilight with a gasp.

“Shinny, Cadence!” She then ran over and hugged them both as best she could with her short arm span. “You’re here too?”

“Of course! What kind of brother would I be if I didn’t come see my sister on her big day? And from the sounds of it, you also got your cutiemark.”

“Uh hu! Look!” She then proceeds to lift up her skirt and show off her rear end to her brother.

I just sit there, raising a questioning eye at the scene before me. I then proceed to look around at who I presume is her parents to see their reaction to this. Nothing, they’re not even batting an eye to this display. If anything they're just giggling at this display of childlike excitement. I’m a stranger in crazytown, and I would like to know when the next train will arrive.

I lean back in my highchair and wait for the topic to change to something I can hopefully understand. It takes a solid 30 minutes for that to happen. When that moment comes they start talking about the events that lead to Twilight getting her cutiemark, such as hatching me from my egg. At that point the discussion moves on to me. The father is the first to speak.

“So Princess, what’s the little scamp’s name going to be?”

Celestia looks over at me and we make eye contact. “Hmm, I think we should let Twilight name him.” She then looks over at the child. “What do you want to name him Twilight?”

Oh this should be good.

“Hmm.” She rubs her chin as she starts thinking of potential names for me. “Oh I know! He’s got those green spikes going down his back. So we should call him Spike!”

Oh the creativity of children.

Celestia chuckles a bit at this and looks over towards me. “Spike, not a bad name. Well, do you like your new name Spike?” She looks at me expectantly. So does everyone else at the table. I lean on my elbow and give a dejected sigh as I look down. Just be grateful, you could have been given a much worse name.

I shrug my shoulders and sigh once again, “Fuck it. Why not.” The words come out of my mouth before I even process the fact that I just spoke. The sound of silverware hitting the side of a plate can be heard before absolute silence takes hold over the dinning hall.