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Life isn't fair. Its a life lesson you learn quickly when you're diagnosed with terminal cancer at 15. For the past 4 year I'd been in and out of the hospital, but more and more it's turned into my permanent and final home. My brown hair fell out just months into treatment and had never come back. I was smooth and I appeared malnourished. The doctors said that I didn't have long to live, and I could feel the truth in the weakness of my breath.

I think the worst part was the financial burden it put on my family. Part of me wanted to die so the bills would stop. Part of me felt immensely guilty for accepting treatment. But what was I supposed to do, refuse? Of course I couldn't do that. Even now, I wanted to live.

I wanted to continue at school. I wanted friends. I wanted a girlfriend or boyfriend. It wasn't fair; I was going to die before I even knew my own sexuality.

But that desire was weak. I was having trouble paying attention to anything. The beeping of my heart monitor was so annoying. My family was there. I'd almost forgotten. I kept drifting in and out of awareness.

My mother was holding my one hand, and my father held the other. They were weeping. I was too exhausted to weep. My older brother slipped headphones over my bald head. Tool was playing. The Pot. My favorite. I smiled weakly. I wanted to thank them. To tell them I loved them. I was too weak to say even that. The cancer consumed my thyroid and throat.

It was terribly sad, but truth be told I was dimly happy, in the presence of my family. They were all there, so all was as it should be.

I was floating through black, peaceful void. I slowly came to consciousness. I'd say that my eyes fluttered open, but I didn't have eyes. I didn't have a form at all. I simply became aware of objects and energy around me.

My consciousness floated above a solar system. It was immediately apparent that this wasn't the system I'd grown learned about in science classes since I was a child. I didn't recognize a single planet that rolled below me. The sun was massive and crimson.

The solar system looked cramped close together, like it were a model that didn't reflect the actual vast distances present in space. Even so, everything was so detailed, I couldn't help but believe it were real. I could make out storms breaking on mountains on a green terrestrial planet. I could see dust sparkle in the rings of a gas giant, that span on an exaggerated axis. I saw the red giant, in the center, bubble and spray arks of plasma into space.

"Well this is unexpected." A deep and vast voice, like rumbling cosmic thunder, pulled me from my fascinated observation.

I looked about for the source of the voice. If I had a heart, it would have skipped a beat, and, if I had lungs, I would have sucked in.

The thing towered above the solar system. It started at its waist, as if the entire solar system was an orrery on a table, and I were an ant that had simply strayed too far from the hill.

The thing was a masculine figure, bulging with muscles. Its hair was long and flowed in an unfelt wind. It had tusks, and stars and galaxies sparkled beneath its skin and hair.

It waved a clawed hand and suddenly we were at the same level, and I could see his entire body. We both floated above the solar system, where it span beneath us.

"It's rare that I have unexpected visitors."

I wanted to ask him what was going on, but of course, I couldn't.

He somehow picked up on the confusion in my mood. "Or are you just drifting through?" He put a clawed hand on his bearded chin and cocked his head. The gesture struck me as fake, like an AI replicating human body language.

He reached out with his mind and I could feel him sift through my memories, my beliefs and wants, my entire being.

"Yes, yes, I see. Sometimes souls, taken too early, wriggle free from their domain and wash up elsewhere." That voice rumbled throughout everything. His eyes were deeper than anything I'd ever seen. He considered me.

"If I leave you floating here, soon you will dissipate into energy, as a log burns into fire." I didn't like the sound of that. He smiled knowingly, as if he could hear my very thoughts.

With another motion, we zoomed in, so that we were floating in the ozone of a green and blue planet. "I can do one thing for you, wayward soul. I can reincarnate you here, where another young life was snuffed to early. I have slowed our perception of time, so the vessel is still warm."

This was all so overwhelming and happening too fast. I felt confused.

The god, or whatever he was, smiled kindly at me. "Here, I'll put it like this. If I don't reincarnate you here, you will dissipate and join the lifeless energy of the world. It is painless and peaceful. But if you feel the desire to live still, you will have a new life ahead of you. It will be filled with suffering, pain, and joy, as all life is."

I didn't want to die. Of course I didn't. I had been taken too early. The god smiled like already knew that.

"Do I have your answer, wayward soul?"

Yes. Make me live again.

"Very well. Prepare yourself."

Suddenly I was in the palms of massive, clawed hands. I felt immense power come from their palms.

I broke and swirled apart. I could no longer think or perceive. I didn't even know who I was anymore. The god palmed my essence and pointed me towards what he'd found, on the surface of the planet.

He shot me like lightning, into the corpse of a young dragon, that had died of exposure.

"Begin anew, wayward soul."

My energy shot through the synapses and nerves of the freshly dead dragon. It shuddered and jerked. Its heart was forced to start beating again. The god healed a few wounds, where necessary, and filled it's stomach with enough food and water, to keep it living.

I slowly opened my bleary eyes. I felt like shit, and I could hardly remember the events that brought me up to this point. The event with the god was a blur. I remembered my life on Earth, and I missed my family.

I groaned, and the sound struck me as strange. It was higher pitched than I remembered my voice being. It sounded kind of like a bleating lamb. My head was in a puddle of drool.

I tried to stand on two legs -I was not yet aware of my new form- and I fell down in a painful tangle of limbs and wings. Sad, tired, and confused, I stared up at the sky, where sunlight was split apart by a canopy of pine trees. I breathed.

The scents were overwhelming. I'd never experienced anything like it. It was like my sense of smell was being assaulted. I smelled the pine trees, my own strange musk, and a thousand other alien scents. I reached up and noticed a blue-green scaled claw, where my hand should be.

I spent a few minutes in a panicked haze. I slowly observed my body. I had wings and a long tail, and I couldn't stand on my hind legs. Worrying was the fact that my genitals were nowhere to been seen. I bent my long body around to investigate further. I had a slit, and it was the main source of my overwhelming and alien musk.

I was too freaked out to investigate further, so I put my seeming lack of cock and balls to the back of my mind. I looked around and tried to grow accustomed to my new sense of smell. I was in a rocky vegetated patch of forrest. I could see rocky mountains cut the sky in the distance.

The smell of soil and plants overwhelmed my senses. I could smell death somewhere in the distance, and a hundred other smells I couldn't place. There was a strange musk near by, not too unlike my own.

I curled into a little ball and hid underneath where flooding had exposed some roots. They were covered in moss now, and they made a safe little den. I buried my snout into myself to calm down and process what was happening.

It was just catching up to me; the deal I'd made with the god, the fact that my life on Earth and as a human was over, and the fact that I'd never see my family again. I just hid their for a long while, grieving and afraid.

Eventually my parched throat prompted me to leave my hiding place. I needed water, and badly. I walked on all fours, in my new draconic form. I kept stumbling over my legs. I was clumsy in my new form, and found it impossible to move with grace.

I sniffed at the air to see if I could smell water. It was impossible for me to separate anything distinct from the insane mixture of smells on the air, so I wandered aimlessly. I was terrified. I knew nothing about survival and had no idea where I was.

I figured that I at least didn't have to worry about predators, considering I was now a dragon. Sure my body was small, but what could hunt a dragon?

I was getting nowhere, in my search for water. I looked at the sky, hoping for rain, but it was a bright blue without clouds.

I was breathing through my mouth to avoid the overwhelming scents around me, and it was drying my throat faster. I reluctantly closed my mouth to breath through my nose. It was impossible to focus with the ocean smells hitting my nose.

I was so thirsty. I wanted to cry. Emotions welled up inside of me. Instead of tears and sobs, I started to bleat in an animalistic distress cry, over and over. Nobody answered. For all I knew that could be a good thing.

I eventually tired my little dragon self out. I walked more, aimlessly, until night fell. The sounds and new smells that the forest at night brought with it was terrifying to me, so I found some bushed to hide in, and sleep out the night.

I was awoken in the early morning by a drizzle of rain. I rejoiced and jumped for joy, before throwing my head back, mouth open wide, to drink. I stayed like that for a long, long while, before my dehydration started to ease.

Another need was gnawing at my stomach. Hunger. It had started up the day before, but was small next to my dehydrated thirst. Now the hunger was overwhelming.

The rain was bringing out more smells than before, and it was even more overwhelming to my senses. I realized with horror, that I didn't actually know what this new body could digest. I sniffed at some grasses and weeds, but was too scared that they would poison me. I knew I was too weak to survive a poisoning.

I sniffed the air, hoping to smell some kind of prey animal. I was getting better at parsing the different smells, but still couldn't discern anything meaningful. I perched on top of a rock, not knowing what to do. I felt that despair creeping up again.

There was another need growing, that momentarily distracted me from my hunger. I widened my rear legs and whined. I didn't want to consider me new strange anatomy, but I did need to pee, and badly. I looked between my legs to see that a pink tip had emerged from my slit. I was happy to see that I still had a penis. Apparently, it just lived inside me most of the time.

A dark stream of urine came out, and I shuddered. I would have been overwhelmed by the scent, if it wasn't my own.

I was still so new to this, that I didn't even consider the possible consequences of marking my scent wherever I pleased. I just needed to pee, and this rock seemed as good a place as any.

I spent the rest of the day looking for something to eat. I was in emotional distress again, by the time the sun set. I tried to stop myself, but I kept making those distress cries. Some new and instinctual part of myself, was desperately seeking out the help of a caretaker, or older dragon. I was simply too young and inexperienced to survive for long on my own.

The night brought out insects and I spent several hours picking grubs and beetles from the ground, to satisfy my hunger. My human memories and ego made me pause before eating the alien bugs, but my hunger was great, and my dragon taste buds didn't mind them.

I wasted time trying to hunt for mice, but I was still to clumsy at maneuvering my body to have any hope of making a catch.

Eventually, I curled up in the crook of a rock and sniffed to myself. My tail thudded on the ground in subconscious agitation. I was so afraid and lonely. This world was so big and strange. This forrest seemed like it went on forever. I had no idea how to survive. And the smells were so overwhelming.

I desperately wanted comfort, and I had to consciously stop myself from bleating into the frightening night.

Another need made itself know as I tried to sleep. My cock was poking free of my slit and it bobbed in sensitive need. I could smell my own arousal. It was a strange sensation, for a former human.

My musk and arousal smoked off of the precum as it dripped from my needy cock. I was used to the libido of a sickly human, and not that of a virile dragon. The desire pounded through me and refused to be ignored. I'd never experienced such an overwhelming and intense sexual need before. I widened my stance and put my weight on one of my arms, as I used my other claw to jack off.

I desperately jacked my sensitive, tapered, pink cock off. I whined as my need grew and precum splashed from my tip. I let out a needy and involuntary howl, when I came all over the grassy ground. My little blue-green body shook and my eyes rolled back in ecstasy. I had trouble staying standing for a moment, as I shook there.

There was an absurd volume of the pearly cum, and it smelled stronger than anything I'd smelled yet. My wafted from the soiled patch of grass. I urinated once again, on top of my cum, before falling asleep for the night. Little did I know that it was an instinctual act on my part, to mark territory.

I might have been more cautious about spilling my scent, if I'd known I was being tracked.