BEHIND THE SCENES
(A "Dragonheart" story)
(c) 1996 Rogue
Retrieved from the Macrocosm
http://www.ptialaska.net/~dino/macro.html

Written for (and with technical assistance from) Palanth.

     Kara's scream was drowned out by the unearthly roar of the dragon 
as it leaped from the rocks and bore down on her.  She strained at her bonds, 
but the villagers had bound her well.  There was naught she could do but 
shriek in helpless terror as the nightmarish creature dropped from the sky 
and landed before her, the ground shaking from the impact.  The color 
drained from her face as it sank to its belly, hissed, and reached for her, the
vicious claws descending like scimitars to seize her body.
     "CUT!  All right, let's pack it in for today.  Five A.M. tomorrow, 
everyone, five A.M.!"
     Draco stood and stretched himself, fore and aft, wings extending 
and then snapping crisply back into place.  He smiled down at his pretty co-
star.  "That was a stunning performance, Dina!  The shock and awe in those 
eyes was positively moving."
     Dina Meyer swallowed and managed a weak little smile.  She 
wondered if the dragon could hear how much her heart was racing.  "Thank 
you," she managed.  "I guess it comes naturally."
     "It's a great gift."  Draco turned and ambled over to the makeup 
tent.  "Ah, at last, my favorite part of the day."  Dina followed as the 
massive creature slumped to the ground and was instantly set upon by a 
horde of technicians with mops and long-handled brooms.  "This damned 
pancake," he muttered as he caught sight of Dina from the corner of his eye.  
"Can't be helped, I know.  The lights shine too brightly off my scales 
without it, or so says Cohen, so I suppose I must endure."  His words 
softened to a happy groan as the broom bristles began to whisk across his 
scales.  "But oh!  When they take it off..."  He began to rumble with a 
purr that was probably setting off seismographs for miles.
     Dina crept onto a stool nearby and watched the dragon while her 
own makeup tech dismantled his morning's handiwork.  She couldn't help 
smiling, thinking that the dragon looked in this position far less the imposing 
monster he had seemed when she was introduced to him a few hours earlier.   
Then, she had thought she was going to drop dead of a heart attack.  No 
wonder Rob Cohen had insisted on doing the Kara-meets-Draco scene right 
away.  The shock and disbelief that still lingered on her face was damned 
sure to win her Best Actress.  Now, though, Draco looked too much like a 
contented golden retriever for her to be quite so afraid of him, and finally she
felt she had the courage to try talking to him.
     As soon as Fritz was through messing with her face she slid off of 
the stool and tiptoed closer.  Draco opened one huge eye and gazed at her as 
she drew near, and that visceral terror returned for a moment, freezing her in 
place.  He saw the look on her face and smiled...a little sadly, she thought.  
"I understand, my dear," he rumbled in a voice that was at once an 
earthquake rumble and a soothing caress, it's lilting Scottish accent rolling 
like a lullaby.  "It's quite a natural reaction.  You wouldn't believe how long 
it took us to put together this makeup crew."
     Dina couldn't help but laugh, and the sound somehow bolstered her 
courage.  "I'm sorry!' she said as she held up her hands.  "Really!  I don't 
mean it.  It's just that you're so...well, big."
     Draco gave a little huff and rolled onto his back, giving the crew 
the opportunity to scrub down his belly.  He smiled at her upside-down.  
"And you are very pretty.  Has it occurred to you that perhaps I'm just as 
much in awe of you as you are of me?"
     Caught off-guard, Dina could only stare for a moment, and then she 
burst out laughing.  "Me?  I, uh, that's so sweet of you to say."  The ice 
broken, and her fear melting along with it, she reached out a hesitant hand 
and touched his chin, just for a second.  "Thank you."
     "No idle flattery.  I only speak the truth."  
     Dina did not know what to say, and blushed.  One of the makeup 
technicians patted Draco's foreleg and the crew retreated with their brushes.  
Rolling to his feet, the great dragon stretched once more and sighed.  "I 
would gladly withstand a week of that itchy makeup for only five minutes of 
having it removed."  He smiled down at her.  "I've an idea.  Why don't we 
go back to my trailer and we'll chat a while?  I'd very much like to get to 
know you a little better.  I'm sure, too, it would make it a bit easier to work 
together, wouldn't you say?"
     She took a moment to answer.  "Oh sure!"  She'd briefly lost 
herself in the echoes of that rich, rolling voice.  It was indeed like a lullaby 
when spoken so gently.  "Sure, I'd love to.  Where did they manage to find a 
trailer your size, though?"
     "Well, to be honest, it isn't so much a trailer as it is a circus tent.  
"Going back to my trailer" sounds so much more professional than "going 
back to the old tent."  It isn't far off.  I would offer to carry you, but I'm 
afraid that we would need a wrangler on hand, even off-camera.  Union 
rules, you understand.  I shall walk slowly."  
     As much as he tried, though, Dina had to break into a trot every 
few steps just to keep up with him.  Twice Draco thought to lift her onto his 
back, but each time, a studio employee wandered into view.  The dragon 
muttered under his breath each time and apologized, and did his best to slow 
down his gait to match his companion's.  Fortunately for both the tent was 
only a short distance away.  Dina was amused to see that it was indeed an 
old circus tent, complete with streamers flying from the tops of the poles and 
a painted clown fading on its side.  There was even a row of goats and 
donkeys tethered beside the entrance, although her blood ran cold when she 
realized what those were most likely for.
     The interior of the tent was surprisingly cozy.  A humidifier gave 
the air a tropical feel.  A huge pile of Serta mattresses in the center made a 
comfortable bed.  Along one side was the largest coffee urn Dina had ever 
seen, and beside it was a barrel for the dragon, along with a table stacked 
with cups for smaller visitors such as herself.  "May I offer you some tea?" 
Draco said pleasantly as he settled himself down on the mattresses.  "It's 
Darjeeling."
     "Yes, please.  Oh...let me."  She took a cup from the table and held 
it under the spigot to fill it, and then stood back as Draco lifted the entire urn 
and poured half its contents into the barrel for himself.  Steam curled up 
around his muzzle as he lifted the tea to his nose and took a long sniff.  "I 
hope you like it hot."
     Dina laughed and sat down cross-legged on a mattress.  "It's very 
good," she said after a sip, and then watched as Draco carefully dipped his 
tongue into the steaming barrel and lapped up a few mouthfuls.  He took 
great care not to splash -- a well-mannered dragon indeed.  "So tell me 
about yourself."
     "Certainly.  What would you like to know?"
     She leaned back on one elbow.  "Everything, I suppose.  I've never 
met a dragon before.  What brought you to Hollywood?"
     "Well, the same thing that brings everyone.  I suppose.  I wanted to 
be an actor.  My inspiration was the Japanese film star Godzilla.  I thought 
that if he could make it big in movies, so could I."
     Dina looked askance at him.  "Godzilla?  I hate to tell you this, but 
he was played by a man in a rubber suit."
     Draco chuckled deeply and swirled his tea in his cup.  "You really 
believe that, do you?"
     Her eyes widened.  "You don't mean to tell me ."
     "Indeed I do.  Do you honestly think Toho studios could afford 
build a convincing monster suit, let alone pay an actor enough to wear it?"
     "Oh my God."  She shook her head. "I don't believe this."
     "It's true."
     "I -- I guess if you say so.  Was he..."  She raised a hand up high 
over her head.  "Was he really that..."
     Draco laughed thunderously!  "Oh, my heavens, no!  He's barely 
five feet tall, in fact.  No, no.  One thing the Japanese *are* good at is 
building miniatures, you see, so it only took a little camera magic to pull it 
off.  Do you know that he was only paid two thousand yen a day in his first 
movie?  That was barely fifteen dollars.  Now, though, he owns half of 
Osaka *and* has a controlling interest in Mitsubishi Motor Corporation."
     Dina ran her fingers through her hair.  "That's unbelievable."  She 
smiled up at him. "I mean, you're putting me on, right?  Oh you aren't, are 
you?"  She poured herself some more tea.  "Talk about bursting bubbles."
     Draco shrugged and lapped delicately at his cup.  "It's not 
surprising.  The industry *is* controlled by humans, after all.  I don't mean 
to be insulting, of course, but look at how much more ingenious they seemed 
if everyone thought it was some visionary director who made such-and-such 
visual effect work so well."  He took another drink.  "Anyway, I wasn't very 
well-received at first.  The only work I could find was as a stagehand, 
moving heavy sets and props around, and occasionally for aerial 
photography.  I had some bit parts here and there, though.   Willis O'Brien's 
'The Giant Behemoth' was one of them.   Poor O'Bie was ill when that was 
made, it showed in his work.  Half of the scenes had to be scrapped, and in 
those, it was actually me in a large canvas costume that you see onscreen.
     "My big break came in 1961.  I was originally cast in the role of the 
dragon in "The Wonderful World of the Brothers Grimm."  I was very 
excited to finally have a leading role, but at the last minute, we discovered 
that Buddy Hackett was allergic to me.  He said, 'Get that filthy thing off the 
set before my *ahem ahem* nose blows off my face.'"  Here Draco's taloned 
fists clenched angrily.  "It could only have been an improvement on that 
disgusting little troll, I tell you.  Imagine!  'Filthy thing' indeed!  I was so 
insulted that I was ready to leave show business altogether."
     He took several long laps of his tea and calmed himself down 
before continuing.  "Luckily, Albert Broccoli heard me bellowing at my 
agent and came in to talk to me.  It seemed that the lead he had cast in his 
upcoming secret agent movie just didn't have the right voice for the part.  
Cubby -- that's what we called Albert -- wanted this fellow very badly 
because he was quite handsome, but he couldn't do anything with that 
dreadful voice.  He liked the way mine sounded, though, and asked me if I 
would do a voice-over for the role.  
     "The actor, incidentally, was a delightful young man named Sean 
Connery.  'Dr. No' thus became my first full-length role."
     Dina almost dropped her cup.  "What?  That was *your* voice?"
     Draco grinned toothily and raised his head up high.  "My name is 
Bond," he intoned.  "James Bond."
     Dina laughed and applauded!  "That's amazing!  You're really him.  
I mean, I never realized it wasn't his voice."
     "Oh, the poor man sounds terrible in real life.  I shall tell you, 
though, that Sean is the most astonishingly decent chap I have met in many 
years.  We've worked very closely together since that film.  I've done all of 
the voice-overs for him, and he has remained a terribly close friend.  There is 
nothing I would not do for him.  Would you care for some more tea?"
     "No, thank you.  I suppose I really ought to be getting back and 
getting some rest.  Early day tomorrow, remember?"
     "Only for Dennis and myself.  You're lucky...you can sleep in if 
you want to."
     She realized that was true.  "Well, still, I'd like to see it."
     Draco nodded.  "Then I shall see you in the morning.  Thank you so 
much for visiting, though.  It was indeed a pleasure, and a terrific honor."
     "It was mutual!"  She backed a few steps toward the doorflap, 
giving herself a view of just how large Draco was in his entirety.  "Good 
night!"
     The night was understandably restless for Dina, though.  It was not 
every day that she was introduced to a legendary monster, not to mention 
finding out that she was going to be working with one in a feature film.  
Draco came to her thoughts every time she closed her eyes.  He was a 
beautiful creature, to be sure.  Even gold itself didn't gleam quite as nicely as 
his scales did, and oh, that voice!  No wonder the earlier Bond films are 
everyone's favorites.  She was still awake, and thinking dragon thoughts, 
when the alarm rang.  Sighing, she shut it off, washed off in the trailer's little 
shower, and headed for the set.
     The sun was only just beginning to hint at rising when she arrived.  
As she dodged electricians and sound technicians, she looked up at the ridge 
above and caught a glimpse of Draco.  He stood in stark silhouette, like part 
of the mountain itself, and then like a flash he was gone.  Rob Cohen 
suddenly emerged from the darkness and clambered into the director's chair.  
"All right, let's have it quiet people!"  He fumbled for his radio handset.  
"Dennis, Draco, we've got a lovely sun up there.  Let's show folks how it's 
done.  Get'em rolling, fellows."
     Dina stepped back into the shadows with the rest of the crew and 
watched quietly as Rob called, "Action!"  There were a few seconds of 
silence, and then a prattle of hoofbeats, and then the shape of a man on 
horseback rose up before the disk of the rising sun.  He approached at a slow 
trot, bouncing lazily.  Suddenly there was a great rushing sound, and 
Draco's magnificent form rose up over him, mighty wings slashing through 
the air.  Dina's heart skipped as the dragon's silhouette climbed higher, 
dwarfing the rider below it as it reached the top of the sun's disk.  His legs 
kicked under him, running on the air itself, as the wings bore him higher still, 
and as he rose the sun began to scatter off of his scales like sparks blown 
from a wildfire.
     Rob's voice broke the spell.  "That's great, Babe!  Give me another 
one!"  Dina realized then that she hadn't been breathing.   Draco abruptly 
tucked his wings in and dropped into the shadows, and then rose once more, 
clawing his way heavenward, the rush of his wings creating spiraling tubes 
on mist on either side.  Rob called for another, and again Draco rose along 
the face of the sun.  "Beautiful!  Print that one, Babe!"
     The crew applauded.  Not one but two wranglers dashed in and 
seized Dennis Quaid's horse as he dismounted.  Draco arched his back in 
midair and glided downward, wings sweeping back as his neck and tail 
stretched out.  Dina found herself taking an involuntary step backward, as 
did most of the crew members, as the gigantic creature swooped low over 
their heads, so close that any one of them could have reached up and 
touched him had they not been diving for the ground.  Draco's chuckle 
rumbled through the morning air as he backwinged and alighted on all four 
feet behind the sound table.  "Sorry everyone!" he said merrily.  "Just 
wanted to make sure no one had fallen asleep."
     There were some giggles and some grumbles as everyone stood up 
again, but Rob was impatient to move on.  "Dina!  Sweetie, I could kiss you.  
Thanks for getting up!  We're going to run number two-eighteen this 
morning instead of two-thirty, so I need you in garb.  Give me two minutes."
     "What?  I -- *"
     "Makeup!  She's beautiful!  Just touch up the edges.  Love you!"
     Rob was gone before Dina could say another word.  Fritz glided 
out of nowhere and fussed her into a chair.  Resigned, she sat back and let 
herself be transformed.  Behind her she could hear Rob and Draco talking, or 
rather arguing about something.  Bob's voice was nothing more than a 
squeak, like a record being played too fast in the distance, but Draco's was 
as resonant and rich as ever.
     "I can't," she heard him say.  "No, I simply can't!  Rob, be 
reasonable!  My body just cannot work that way...no...oh, for Heaven's 
sake, old chap, I know it's long, but it isn't supposed to bend like that."
     Dina broke out laughing, and Fritz huffed at her.  "Hold still, little 
girl!"  She tried, but the image that came to mind was just too much to bear.  
Fritz glanced down the hill to where Draco and the director were quarreling 
and smirked.  "They're talking about this neck, little girl.  Now, you get your 
mind out of the gutter and pay attention."
     "Why, Fritz, whatever made you think my sweet and innocent little 
mind would be in such a horrible place as the gutter?"  She tried to give him 
a wholesome look.  
     He smirked again.  "You can't fool me.  I know exactly what's 
going through your mind.   You're thinking about what dragons do to all 
those virgins they carry away."
     "Virgin?  Ha!  It's been a while, Babe."
     "Yeah, well maybe he doesn't know that."   He expertly dodged a 
kick and slipped up behind her.  "Now hold still.  Two minutes are almost 
up.  Time is money, remember?"
      "Yes, I know."  She surrendered, and within moments was back in 
character.  
     She did not see any more of Draco for the rest of the day.  It 
worried her a little, but she hadn't the time to dwell much upon it.  The day's 
schedule was full, and other than a hasty lunch and a quick Diet Coke break 
at midafternoon, she did not stop moving until day's end, when Fritz finally 
pushed her into a chair and returned her to her real-life self.  "Sleep in 
tomorrow, little girl," he told her as he packed up his kit.  "Just Dennis and 
the Extra Army."
     Dina shuffled out and looked around.  Most everyone else had left 
by then -- Fritz had taken his time in removing her makeup.  The evening was 
pleasant, though, the air bracing as she took a deep breath.  The stillness was 
broken abruptly by a swirling gust that blew her hair into her face.  There 
was a thump from behind, and hot breath ruffled past her ears.  "Hello."
     She spun around and almost lost her balance.  "Jesus!  Don't do 
that!"
     Draco jerked his head back and looked genuinely dismayed.  "I'm 
so awfully sorry!  I didn't mean to startle you at all!  I thought you heard me 
coming."
     "Well, I didn't.  I guess I'm just beat."  She smoothed her hair back 
with her hands.  "So, where've you been all day?"
     "Down at property.  I really am sorry."
     She shook her head.  "Forget it.  I'm fine.  Property?"
     "Yes.  They needed to put some detail on a few models and needed 
me for reference."
     "Oh, OK.  I was worried that Rob had barked you off the set this 
morning.  What was that all about, anyway?"
     "Just a minor stylistic disagreement.  The fellow actually wanted 
Bowen to lasso my *neck* during the forest scene, and have it snap 
backward.  I told him that I'm not a rodeo horse and I didn't fancy having 
my neck broken, so we decided that it will be my hind leg that Bowen will 
snag."
     "Really?  You won an argument with him?  There's a first."
     "Actually, he was quite reasonable about it.  Er, you're shivering a 
bit.  Are you certain I didn't give you a bad fright?"
     She hugged her arms.  "Just a little.  I've had worse on Hollywood 
Boulevard."
     "If you say so.  Still, I am frightfully sorry.  I thought I might walk 
you home, or if you cared, have you over for a bit more tea.  I really did 
enjoy our chat last night and was hoping to look forward to another."
     Dina thought for a moment and then smiled.  "Darjeeling?"
     "Naturally!"
     "That works."
     She jogged alongside of him back to his tent.  The donkeys and 
goats were gone, she noticed, and again tried not to give them too much 
thought.  There was a fresh vat of Darjeeling in the urn, though, and it 
warmed her insides pleasantly as she sat down with her host.  "I've been 
meaning to ask about what you said last night, about people hushing up non-
human performances and taking credit for it.  I didn't really think you were 
serious.  But this film is still being advertised as having a 'computer-
generated dragon.' They're still doing it, aren't they, even today?"
     Draco sighed and looked down into his barrel of tea.  "Yes, I'm 
afraid so," he said sadly.  "It's for different reasons, though.  The movie-
going public isn't ready for an actual live dragon.  If they were to know that 
I was playing myself, it would be a terrific blow to the industry.  The magic 
of this film is seeing a dragon brought to life on the great silver screen.  It 
would lose that impact if everyone knew that it wasn't an illusion, but actual 
reality.  The latter is never quite so engrossing as is the human imagination.  
Do you understand what I'm saying?"
     "I think so.  But it still bothers you."
     "Of course.  I'd be lying if I said it didn't.  Still, I understand it.  
Hollywood is a dream machine, and myself, and my kind, are still part of that 
dream.  If it were to start pouring out reality, then there would soon be no 
more dreams for it to weave.  And you and I, all actors   where would we be 
if it were not for dreams?" 
     Dina nodded slowly and sipped at her tea.  They were silent for a 
while, and at length she said, "What about those props you mentioned?  Did 
you mean the big foam-rubber mockup of your head and claws?  I thought 
they wouldn't need those with you around."
     Draco laughed.  "To the contrary, they are needed now more than 
ever!"
     "But how come?  Couldn't you just..."  She pantomimed lowering 
her hand down on something.
     "Of course I could.  Dennis would have none of it, though."  He 
lowered his voice and leaned his immense head a little closer to her.  "Dennis 
Quaid really doesn't care for me.  Not at all.  We've some rather deep-
rooted differences, which I shan't go into.  I don't think that the notion of 
being under my forefoot sat well with him in the least.  Especially not in a 
film where I have higher billing than he does."
     "Oh, I see!" she whispered.  "And that's why they need a replica of 
your head, because he wouldn't get into your mouth."
     Draco picked up his tea again.  "Actually, I was the one who nixed 
that idea.  Quite frankly, the very idea of having that man squatting on my 
tongue for God-knows-how-long makes me nauseous."
     Dina laughed, and Draco slumped half onto his side, a casual, 
relaxed pose.  "Actually," he continued, "I had a similar situation when I 
worked on 'Q'.  There were some close-up scenes where a huge claw was to 
come down and snatch up some detectives.  Naturally they sought my 
services, since it's far less expensive to use a stagehand, if you'll pardon the 
pun, rather than construct a full-sized mockup.  The problem lay in that one 
of the actors   the chap's name escape's me   went all into a panic whenever 
my claws came down around him.  He tried his best, poor fellow, but he just 
couldn't stay calm.  Some sort of phobia, I suppose.  I talked with him for 
hours, trying to ease him into it, but as much as he wanted to, he just 
couldn't bring himself to stay underneath for more than a split second.  So 
the director came onto the set with an enormous bottle of Scotch, and said 
to the chap ."
     Dina hummed and nodded politely, though her mind was not at all 
on the story.  Her thoughts kept returning to Fritz's flippant little remark.  
Somehow he'd hit very close.  Dark, secret little thoughts that had been 
flitting about the shadows of her mind had been brought into the light, only 
for an instant, with that comment, but once glimpsed she could not hide 
them again.  She realized why she fidgeted in Draco's presence, and it was 
not really fear, not really awe.  With him lying on his side, now, she found 
her gaze drawn to the bulge between his hind legs, where the scales seemed 
taut, stretched over something large beneath.  It was the same unease she'd 
felt when she'd seen Draco and Dennis rehearsing their fight scene, moments 
before she'd been introduced.  Draco with his tail raised up high, that bulge 
revealed, the stirring inside of her masked by the utter shock of seeing a 
living dragon for the first time.  A stirring that she felt again as she watched 
the scales shift slightly over the bulge, a stirring that carried her back 
through time to days when tales were written of these creatures and young 
women.   She knew what it was now, and it was not fear.
     She realized it had grown quiet.  Draco was no longer speaking.  
Jolted, she saw that Draco was gazing silently down at her.  How long had 
she been staring?  And he'd seen her staring.  "Oh, God..."
     Draco said nothing.  Dina swallowed and clambered to her feet.  
"I oh, shit.  I didn't..."  She ran her fingers through her hair.  "I was I 
think I ought..."  She turned to go, and was surprised to see a single talon 
descend behind her.  Her face burned with embarrassment as she sidestepped 
to go around it.
     "It's all right, Dina."
     The voice, so deep and soothing and gentle, arrested her.  She 
swayed, resting a hand on the curved talon for balance.  "Please don't feel 
embarrassed.  I'm actually rather flattered."
     Dina flushed deeply, wanting to rush out of the tent, rush out and 
hide, but her feet would not move.  She stood with her fingers gripping 
tightly around the ivory talon, her insides fluttering with that same energy 
that she now knew for certain was not fear.  
     "And I certainly wouldn't think any less of you if you 
were curious."  Draco's breath puffed warmly against her back as he 
spoke, the rumble of his voice resonating throughout her body.  His eyes, as 
she turned slowly around, were warm and encouraging.  Almost in a trance, 
she reached up and laid a delicate hand upon his snout.  A shiver ran through 
him at the touch, and Dina understood that Draco not only was thinking 
thoughts similar to hers, but that he was also just as nervous about them as 
she was.  As if to punctuate that point, he drew away from her hand and cast 
his eyes about the tent.  "I'm sorry," he whispered. 
     "No.  Ssh."  Dina stepped forward slowly, her uncertainty giving 
way to fascination.  Draco stood perfectly still as she edged up under his 
chin, spread her arms, and hugged his neck softly.  When she pressed her 
cheek to his throat, she could sense the thrumming of a purr, silent to the ear 
yet felt through every bone in her body.  It joined with the growing trembling 
deep in her being, a harmonious chord, and she turned her head to gaze 
down at the dragon's haunches.  The bulge was even more pronounced than 
before, and as she watched the broad plates parted, a bump of dark flesh 
pushing forth from behind them.  Draco fidgeted, turning his head away.  It 
seemed that, like her, he felt he *should* stop her, but couldn't.
     Dina smiled as she slipped away from Draco's throat and made her 
way around his foreleg, heading for the swelling organ between the dragon's 
hind legs.  Draco whimpered softly and then surrendered, slumping onto his 
side and exposing his underbelly.  The spear of flesh was still sliding forth, 
growing thicker as it nudged the plates further apart.  Seating herself on the 
inside of his thigh, Dina reached out and ran her fingers along the smooth 
shaft, marveling at its warmth, at how it jerked at her touch, as though it was 
as nervous as its master with her tenderness.  Emboldened, she leaned 
forward and pressed her cheek to it, feeling the vibrancy within, the strength, 
the need.
     A moment later and she had disrobed, her clothing cast to the floor 
behind her.  Draco bent his head down to watch her, his eyes half-lidded 
with pleasure, as she lay sideways upon his thigh to press his member 
between her body and his.  It quivered, echoing his purr, and warm moisture 
seeped quietly onto her chin from its tip.  Impulsively she opened her mouth, 
pressing her lips to the tip and slipping her tongue along the soft flesh; a 
swallow of salty warmth and a quiver from the massive frame were her 
reward.  Smiling, she pressed her lips more firmly down, allowing them to 
slide over the curved flesh, and then withdrew them.
     Draco had begun to paw at the air with one forefoot, and behind 
him his wings were brushing briskly against the ground.  Suddenly Dina felt 
herself being lifted up as the gigantic creature rolled fully onto his back; 
startled but undaunted, she rose to her knees and crawled atop his malehood, 
stretching her body out along it and savoring the warmth that rose from it 
and surrounded her.  Nuzzling, and then exploring further with her tongue, 
she began to slide herself along its length.
     Some part of her mind scoffed at the absurdity of the scene, but she 
paid it no heed.  The huge member throbbed in her arms as she pressed 
herself more firmly to it, its powerful bulk quivering between her legs as she 
rode to and fro, each stroke sending little electric pulses of pleasure through 
her.  She kissed it lovingly, beginning to pant, hips grinding now against its 
underside, the heat rising from it, and from her.  The stirring she'd felt earlier 
was now a demanding roar, a hunger burning to be fed, her muscles burning 
as she pumped herself harder and harder across the smooth flesh.  She slid 
upward, thrusting, seeking to fill herself with whatever tiny portion of the 
mammoth bulk she could, seeking to quench the dragon-fire that was raging 
hotter inside her.  Her mind reeled, bright flashes blinding her, muscles 
locking tightly as her body jolted and clenched, only dimly aware of the 
warm flood that was crashing up from below and washing over her chest and 
face like the surf on a tropical beach.
     Gasping for breath, she could finally see clearly a few minutes later.  
She was shivering violently.  The immense penis still throbbed in her arms, a 
broad pool of heavy fluid quivering before it.  Her chest and shoulders were 
smeared with the dragon's pleasure, and her face as well.  She tried vainly to 
push herself up from the puddle, but lacked the strength.  Suddenly she felt 
scales upon her back, surrounding her, lifting her gently off of her perch and 
bearing her up to her huge lover's face.  He smiled at her, and with great 
care began to lick her clean, his tongue, warm and smooth and soft, dragging 
over her breasts and over her shoulders.   Dina closed her eyes, moaning 
softly as she allowed Draco to bathe her.  The touch of his tongue was as 
gentle as his voice, as tender as his mannerisms, and she knew quite certainly 
that she was in love.  
     At length, Draco lowered his pretty co-star down and settled her 
upon his chest.  A warm paw covered her back, pressing her comfortably 
into the scales.  The hum of his purr had not stopped, its soothing rhythm 
still whispering through her soul.  "Now this is why Dennis Quaid really does 
not care for me," she heard Draco say softly.  "I wind up with the all the 
prettiest girls."  He chuckled, and touched his lips lovingly to the top of her 
head.  "Sleep now, my sweet.  And thank you."

     The next morning, Dina rode down to the set in style, perched on 
the back of Draco's neck.  A few wranglers scowled at the two as they 
passed by, but after the dragon bared his teeth at them they held their peace.  
There would be no whining from the union this day.
     Draco set Dina down atop the cliff and settled himself down before 
her.  His makeup crew scurried around his legs, touching up a few shining 
spots here and there.  "Andrew," he called to a young man who was 
hovering nearby, "be good enough to simmer another pot of Darjeeling for 
me, would you?  There's a good chap."  He gave Dina a furtive smile as the 
young man ducked obediently away.
     Rob Cohen trotted up behind Dina.  "Good morning, folks!  Right 
on time for the serenade scene, so let's put it in the can.  All set Dina?"
     "Ready," she said.
     "Love it.  Draco, how's the voice?"
     The dragon cleared his throat.  "I sup-*"
     "Great!  Craig, a bit more light on Dina, please.  Ready to roll."
     Draco shuffled all four feet and took a deep breath.  "Hrrr no, 
hmm...hrrr...blast, someone kindly give me a 'G' ah, thank you.  
Hrrrr...yes, jolly good."
     "Action!"
     Draco's head rose as he began his haunting song, the notes 
rumbling through the air like the voice of a bass fiddle.  Dina's bones 
quivered within her body as the mesmerizing sound resonated through her, 
and she leaned back against a rock, listening raptly to the echoes as they died 
away.  "You have a beautiful voice."
     "Why, thank you!" Draco said, swinging his head in closer to her.  
"We dragons love to sing when we're happy."
     His left eye, the one hidden from the camera, gave her a quick 
wink, and he smiled.  Dina smiled back.  "But you're not like a dragon at 
all."  Oh, but you are, she thought.  And tonight, we are going to see just 
how well you can sing.