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The office was filled with hopeful actors, singers, dancers, models, and dozens of variety and weird acts. Furs mixed with humans mixed with chimerae, all of them here for a chance to be represented by the new agency. The billboards had been up for months in advance, promising "Everyone has a gift," claiming to have contacts in every industry, and work for almost anyone. Most of the people here knew, of course, that the agency couldn't really get everyone who applied a job, but the dream was strong and the possibility was alluring enough to bring out quite a crowd.

A young blue cat named Makuta sat in a moulded plastic chair, watching the crowd, waiting for his number to come up. The bag in his lap held a DVD with test footage, a set of glossies, and a copy of his (sadly lean) resume. He was primarily interested in modeling, but he wasn't above taking an acting job. And, although he'd left it off his resume, he'd even done a little adult modeling, although his dream was to walk the runways of Europe, and appear in magazines. His lean, trim form lent itself well to his dream, and the navy blue of his fur gave him an exotic appeal that had helped him get the few jobs he'd done.

But looking around the office, he was under no illusions: there were dozens of models here, or people with strong enough appearance or fashion taste to be models. His biggest advantage was his experience and willingness to work, and the former was slim and the latter was an entry skill. But, as the secretary called his number, he gathered up his courage and put on his best smile.

The interviewer was human, a tall man with slicked back hair and a blinding smile. Inwardly, Makuta recoiled from that slick exterior. He'd met more than a few con agents in the couple of years he'd been looking for a way into the industry, and this guy had "sleaze" written from the shiny top of his hair to the rolled up sleeves of his salmon colored shirt, to the pinstripe cuffs brushing the tops of his wingtip shoes.

"Hello, hello! I'm Stan, Stan Harrison," he bellowed, hand out for a firm, almost painfully rehearsed "honest handshake."

Makuta braced himself inwardly as he returned the handshake in kind, keeping his smile firm and friendly. He needed the work, and he could at least give this guy a fair showing. "I'm Makuta. Nice to meet you, Stan."

"Come in, sit down, sit down! So, what are you here for?"

The young cat perched on the edge of the chair offered, and set his bag beside him. "Well, Stan, I'm looking for modeling work."

The human gave him a critical once over, and nodded. "You certainly have a look! Have you done any modeling before?"

Makuta nodded and produced his portfolio for Stan to look over. The human glanced through it, nodding slowly, "Looks good. This is some nice work. But if you don't mind me asking...?"

The cat cocked his head.

"Well, you look a bit familiar. Have you done any adult modeling, by chance?"

Makuta blushed under his fur, grin fading sheepishly. "Yes, actually. Two or three shoots."

Stan grinned. "Nothing to be ashamed of. Do you have samples of that work?"

The cat reached into his bag and pulled out a second portfolio. Inside it was a pair of magazines, for which he'd done the shoots, and a set of stills from the solo film he'd done. Stan flipped through them, nodding slowly. "Let me be honest with you, kid?"

Makuta forced his smile back into place. "Go for it."

"I can probably find you some work modeling clothes, or doing product shoots, but you're working with a weird set of circumstances. You're an attractive, well built guy, and I can see that you have the skills. But on the other hand, low fashion is really conservative, and you're kind of exotic. That's great for high fashion and editorial, but breaking into those is a bitch, pardon my French."

Makuta's grin took on a resigned quality. "I've noticed."

"On the other hand," Stan said, waving at the erotic photos on his desk, "exotic and handsome is exactly what they want in the adult industry. I know it's not the dream, but I can almost guarantee that I'll be able to find you work like this. Interested?"

The cat scratched his head, thinking. Adult modeling was fun, but he hadn't considered it as a career. Still, he needed money, and he'd had a couple more offers in that vein. He'd been holding out for "real" modeling, but...

"Sure. Let's give it a shot."

"Fantastic!" Stan said, standing up and extending his hand for another of those firm, manly handshakes. "Let's just go over the paperwork, and you should hear from me in the next couple of weeks!

~~~~~

Makuta stepped into his apartment with a groan, kicking off his shoes. Waiting tables was a necessary evil, emphasis on the evil, and his back, feet, and legs ached after a long shift of hauling food to ungrateful customers. Tips had been ok, however, and he was considering ordering pizza. He went to the fridge to look through the menus and cards that plastered it, fetching a beer out as he looked through them for someone that was both open and appealing.

Just as he'd narrowed it down to Harry's House of Pie or Crust Palace, his phone rang. He frowned and picked it up, not recognizing the number. "Hello?"

"Hi, Makuta?"

The voice he recognized, tugging the phone away from his ear and turning down the volume a bit. "Yes, this is Makuta. How are you, Stan?"

"Great, great! Listen, I've got a job that has your name on it!"

The cat grinned. He'd taken a couple of jobs from the agency in the last couple of weeks, another solo and a part in a threesome, both of which he'd enjoyed. But neither of them had come from Stan directly.

"Great to hear, but why are you calling instead of your secretary?"

"Because the money on this is excellent, kid."

The cat frowned. "How excellent?"

Stan told him and Makuta winced. "Stan, I told you, I'm not really into guys-"

"No, no, it's nothing like that," Stan said heartily.

"Oh? So what makes it worth that much?"

"Well, it's a little kinky."

"Define kinky."

"You know what CFNM is?"

"Guy gets naked, girl doesn't. Usually humiliating for the guy."

"Usually, but not always. You'd be working with a mare, an Appaloosa, and she'd be the one running the show."

"She's not going to hit me or anything, is she?"

"No, no! Just a little femdom."

Makuta licked his lips, thinking. "Well, Stan, for that kind of money, I think I can handle a little femdom."

"Great! Got a pencil?"

~~~~~

It looked for all the world like just another office building, set back from the road a ways. With flag stone walls and a scattering of trees, it could have been a doctor's office or a CPA or legal firm. The cat chuckled at the thought of all the people who drove by it every day without ever knowing that it was home to a porn company. He walked around the back as he'd been instructed and knocked on the door.

"Help you?"

Makuta peered at the speaker next to the door. "Hi, I'm here for a shoot?"

"Name?"

"Makuta."

A loud buzz sounded and the door clicked. "Come on in."

He opened the door and stepped in, blinking. The office look continued inside, in the form of a small waiting room with a handful of chairs and a secretary's desk. There was a couple of plants, and a scattering of magazines, although Makuta was amused to realize they were a mix of photography, porn review mags, and straight up skin mags. The secretary nodded at him, typing something rapidly, and waved toward a chair.

"Have a seat, everyone's shooting or working right now, but someone will be out to talk to you in just a second."

Makuta nodded and took a seat. After a second's hesitation, he picked up a girly mag with a lovely cat on the cover, and started flipping through it. It took him less than two pages to realize that the "girls" were actually slender guys crossdressing. The cat blushed and set it aside. A quick survey revealed that most of these magazines featured submissive males in some form or another, although a few showed powerful females. He settled on one of those, face burning at the sideways looks the secretary was giving him, but honestly admiring the strong women in shiny outfits carrying crops and wearing heavy boots. The direct, commanding looks they directed at the camera seemed to leap off the page and bore into him. One in particular, a tall tricolor paint horse, made him squirm a little in his seat. She was thick, heavily curved, and her arms and thighs rippled with muscle.

"Well, hello, there."

Makuta looked up and nearly fell out of his seat. Towering over him, wearing jeans and a pretty white blouse, was the horsewoman he'd been admiring. She was even prettier in person, although looking up at her, Makuta could understand why she'd decided to go into business dominating males. The horse stood almost ten feet tall, dwarfing him, and despite her casual dress and lovely appearance, she had an easy command about her, a sense of power that made Makuta simultaneously uneasy and half aroused. Hell, even a tiger would look puny next to her!

"Um, hi."

She grinned and he blushed at the knowing twinkle in her eye. "Here for a shoot?"

He nodded.

"Is this your first time working adult film?"

"No, um, I've done a few shoots. It's just, um..."

She laughed softly. "First time doing a femdom shoot?"

"Yeah," he said, blushing hard.

"Well, it's always nice to see pretty young boys like you exploring their kinky side. I'm Amalie," she said, extending a hand as big as his face.

He shook her hand, shivering at how big it felt wrapped around his. "Makuta."

"Nice to meet you, Makuta. Come on, we'll see about getting you squared away."

He followed her back down a hallway to a room laid out like a nice hotel suite, except that everything was sized for Amalie. Makuta licked his lips, not certain about being made to feel small. There was two normal sized furs in the room already, a canine sitting in a chair and a smaller equine fiddling with a camera. The canine smiled at him in a friendly way and held out a hand, which Makuta shook.

"Hi, I'm Harry. So, you know what we're doing here today?"

Makuta nodded. "I think so, yeah."

Harry chuckled. "I like that uncertainty, it always looks great on camera. Ready to start?"

The cat blinked. "Don't I need costuming or anything?"

Harry shook his head. "Nah. This is a pretty casual shoot, and what you've got on looks young and cool enough for us."

Makuta shrugged. "Um, yeah, Let's go, then."

The canine stepped back, and Makuta had just enough time to register the camera swinging around before he felt Amalie step up behind him. He gulped without meaning to, and started to turn to face her. Immediately, one of her massive arms crossed over his chest, while her other hand wrapped around the back of his head, holding him in place and craning his face up to hers.

"Now where did you wander in from, little cat?"

Panic hit him. They hadn't mentioned lines! "I...uh...uhh..."

Amalie laughed, her hand engulfing his groin, squeezing it roughly through his jeans. Makuta squeaked in surprise and discomfort. "Little neighbor boy, hmm? I always see you little brats peeking in the window, through the fence, trying to get a look at me. Decided to wander in for a souvenir, huh?"

He squirmed against her hands, starting to get aroused as he fell into the part she was casting for him. "No ma'am!"

"Oh really?" She lifted him up, spinning him around until they were nose to nose, holding him by his biceps.

Makuta grinned sheepishly, and said the first thing that came to mind. "Um, borrow a cup of sugar?"

Amalie stared at him, mouth working for a second, and then Makuta yelped as he sailed backward through the air, landing on the bed with an "oof!" The horse walked toward him, hips swaying seductively, and leaned on the bed as he froze. "Well, if it's sugar you want, I think it only neighborly if I give you a little, hmm?"

She grabbed his ankles and tugged off his sneakers one at a time. He wasn't wearing socks, and he giggled uncomfortably as she tickled his footpads. She held his ankles in one massive hand, pulling him up to dangle by them, her other hand deftly popping open his belt. He reached up without thinking, to hold his pants in place, and Amalie chuckled as she swatted them away. "Stop that, little cat. You come into my house, you play by my rules. And Amalie says, 'hands down.'"

Makuta flushed and put his hands down at his sides, gulping as she tugged his skinny jeans up and off him. His underwear was pulled half off, revealing his sheath, and his hands twitched with the effort it took not to reach up and cover himself. Despite knowing this was a porn shoot, there was something about the giant horse that made him feel small and embarrassed. Still, the pants came off and were tossed aside, leaving him naked from the waist down. She dropped his ankles and snatched the front of his shirt. He yelped as it was swiftly pulled over his head, arms flapping up in its wake. She left it hanging on his arms and pulled it down behind him, tangling him in it. He gulped again as he looked up at her, naked, arms trapped behind him in his shirt.

Amalie crawled up the bed to straddle him, and Makuta was suddenly acutely aware of his vulnerability. If she so much as sat down, he'd be completely trapped. She reached down and palmed his chest, her massive hands almost engulfing it completely. He whimpered as she began to massage him firmly, fingers digging into him, easing tension out of his muscles. He shivered as those big hands slid over him, groping and squeezing. His biceps and shoulders were teased and prodded, his hips and stomach grabbed and kneaded. He felt himself starting to relax, starting to feel more and more aroused as she explored him.

He let out a soft moan as she rolled over to lay beside him, her hands wrapping completely around his thighs, stroking and squeezing them. She pulled them up to his chest, catching at both of his ankles with one hand, while her other went down to grope his asscheeks one at a time. He gasped as one of her huge fingers explored his hole, poking at it, pressing his prostate, tapping gently at his balls.

Makuta squirmed under the gentle blows, balls tightening up. "H-hey, uh, th-that's, uh..."

A hand descended over his face, silencing him. "My house, my rules. If I decide to jiggle these little love tokens," she said, sliding a finger under his sack and flicking it gently, making him yelp into her hand, "there's nothing you can do about it but say 'thank you', got it?"

Makuta nodded as best he could under her hand, and she lifted it away. He bit his lip as she juggled his balls again, whining slightly.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"Th-thank you!"

"That's what I thought you said," Amalie replied, chuckling.

His eyes bugged out as her fingertip probed at his sheath. The finger poking into him was easily as thick as his cock, and he mewled, feeling as though his sheath was being fucked. His cock tip brushed against her fingertip and Amalie cooed softly into his ear. "That's it, little cat. Let it out for me."

"B-But..."

"Oh, is my finger in the way?"

He nodded rapidly, the pressure in his sheath building to uncomfortable levels. Amalie grinned and pressed her finger deeper, making the cat cry out with a combination of pleasure and discomfort. His eyes crossed as her finger stretched his sheath, digging around to get under his cock. With a drawn out moan of release, Makuta watched disbelievingly as she forced his cock out of his sheath, finger pressing it out from behind. She pulled her finger out with a smile as his cock stood to attention and rubbed it over his face, anointing him with his own pre. "There, all better, hmm?"

Makuta blushed. "uh...th-thank you?"

Amalie let out a guffaw, shifting to kneel between his legs. "You learn quickly, cat. Now, how about a little of that sugar you asked for?"

The cat's cock throbbed attentively as she casually pulled her her shirt over her head. Her tits were each larger than his head, and they were fighting to spill out of the simple black bra supporting them. His breath quickened and he squirmed against the shirt tangling his arms without thinking, wanting to reach out and touch those lovely orbs.

"Oh, do you like my breasts, cat?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Want to touch them, I suppose?" she asked coyly, cupping them and kneading them.

His knees began to shake. This was nothing like the porn he'd done before! This was intimate, powerful. He could happily make a career out of this! "Yes, please!"

"Well, too bad, because I have other plans."

His face fell, and Amalie chuckled as she reached behind her, unsnapping her bra. Makuta's mouth watered as her breasts bounced free heavily, the huge mounds swaying under their weight. "Don't worry, cat. I think you'll like it."

She leaned down and Makuta whimpered as her left nipple brushed against the tip of his cock. she grabbed the base of his cock with two huge fingers and started swaying back and forth, nipples caressing his cock, little streamers of pre trailing from nipple to nipple. The cat was panting at the teasing touches, hips twitching upward against the hand pinning him in place.

"F-fuck, please!"

Amalie stilled, cocking an eyebrow at him, a small grin on her face. "Please what?"

"P-please...more!"

"Begging isn't any use if you don't beg for something specific, little cat."

Makuta moaned, staring at those pendulous breasts, taunting him. "Please may I fuck your breasts?"

"Hmmm...I don't know. You said please," she teased, letting her nipples brush his cock again, "but you didn't ask properly."

Makuta felt a blush start at the tip of his tail and sweep up his body. "Please, uh, ma'am?"

She squeezed at the base of his cock and he gasped at the near-painful pressure. "Not quite right, little cat."

He swallowed heavily. "P-Please, M-Mistress?"

She lowered her breasts and his eyes rolled back in pleasure as he felt those heavy breasts envelope his sensitive flesh. "That's the word, little cat."

He whimpered and focused on her, the sight of the tip of his cock peeking out between her breasts a heady, wonderful experience. He moaned as she rocked back and forth, the softness of her flesh incredible against him. She chuckled and slowed, eyebrow raised. "Don't you have anything else to say to me?"

"Th-thank you, M-Mistress!"

"Mmm, good cat," she purred. She began flicking his cock back and forth in her bosom, using her grip on the base of it to guide it. It felt amazing, but it was maddeningly gentle, her free-hanging tits not providing nearly enough friction or pressure. When his cock rubbed against them, they simply slid out of the way, and he ached to feel them pressed tight and soft around him.

"P-please, M-Mistress, m-may I f-fuck th-them h-harder?"

"Harder? You mean this isn't enough for you?" She pulled back and he keened at the loss. "What will you give me, hmm? What will you give me to feel my breasts wrapped around this silly little cock, snug and tight?"

Makuta was fully into it now. He'd heard about headspace, but never had any interest in exploring it. Now, though, experiencing it, he was flying on instinct, getting off on the game as much as the feeling of this beautiful woman touching him. So he responded instinctively, "A-Anything, M-Mistress!"

She laughed softly. He panted eagerly as he watched her breasts descend once more. Her hands came up to up them and he cried out with pleasure as they clamped around him, soft and wonderful. His hips bucked and his vision tunneled for a moment at the glorious feeling. Makuta whimpered as Amalie started to slide her breasts along his cock, kneading the heavy flesh, causing it to ripple and grab at his cock. With his legs spread to either side of her kneeling form, and his arms still wrapped in his t-shirt behind his back, he barely had any leverage, and the little grabs and halts as she squeezed harder arrested him, so that he hung from his cock between her mounds.

She laughed at him as she lifted up, drawing a yelp and whine from the cat as his most sensitive part was trapped and used to lift his hips from the bed. "Having fun, little cat?"

He twitched his hips weakly. The grip was intense and pleasurable, but the pull on the base of his cock was sending stars shooting across his vision. "Y-Yes, M-Mistress, b-b-but..."

She jiggled her breasts, jerking his hips back and forth. He flinched, eyes watering. "You want more little cat?" she asked, sighing disappointedly, although the twinkle in her eyes gave the lie to her stern demeanor. "What now?"

"Ah, ah, uh, l-l-lube, p-please M-Mistr-ow-Mistress?"

"Ohhh, is that all?" She let his hips down, much to his relief, and relaxed her grip on her breast so they spilled out to either side of his cock. His eyes widened and his breath hitched as her tongue lolled out. It stopped just short of his cock and she pulled back with a laugh. "You didn't really think you deserved to feel me taste you, did you?"

He deflated, blushing. "No, Mistress."

Her hand shot out and grabbed him by the neck, pulling him forward so that his mouth was inches away from his cock, hovering over it. "Well, go ahead."

Makuta shuddered, but did as he was told. He spit on his cock, and when she didn't release him, spit again. For a second he was worried she was going to simply bend him in half and make him lube his cock up directly, but she released him after giving his cock a critical look. "I suppose that's good enough."

"Thank you Mistreooooohhhhhhhh!"

The addition of lube made the titfucking infinitely more pleasurable, something he wouldn't have imagined possible, given how good it felt in the first place. His hips rolled and he let out little needy, grunting noises as he pounded her bosom, eyes fixed on the sight of his cock popping out between the huge mounds as he fucked. He squirmed and struggled to get better leverage or a better angle, but she moved with him, keeping his stimulation just on the edge of enough.

Sweat was pouring down his face, but he continued to drive into her chest, fighting to get to the peak. He locked eyes with Amalie, took in her grin. It burst upon him what he had to do, and he did it without hesitation.

"God, please, Mistress! Please, ungh, please let m-me c-cum!"

Amalie smiled broadly. "Took you long enough. Go ahead, little one."

She leaned down, resting her breasts on his hips, pressing them together harder. Makuta squealed, hips rocking erratically, as he shot toward the edge in a rush. His eyes glazed and he shot, a fountain of cum spraying up between her breasts to rain back down onto the silky mounds and past them onto his stomach. Sated, exhausted, Makuta collapsed, cock still twitching and leaking.

"T-thank y-you, M-Mistress," he whispered.

She sat up, rubbing his cum into her breasts, smiling at him. "Well, wasn't that fun little cat?"

Makuta nodded, tired. Amalie reached out and grabbed his ankles again, pulling them together. Makuta grinned, wondering what more she could do. She rubbed his feet against her breasts, using them to clean the cum off. "Now, I believe you said you'd do anything to fuck my tits, didn't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," Makuta said. He kinda hoped she'd sit on his face! Or maybe...maybe even tie him up properly? He was enjoying this power game more than he'd expected.

"I thought so. Well, I believe I'll collect on that." She raised his feet to her lips, and Makuta stared at her curiously. She sniffed at his toes, and Makuta wiggled them playfully, not sure what was going on, but eager to keep the game going. Amalie laughed. "Such an eager little snack."

Snack!?

"Wait!" He yelped as she sucked his toes into her mouth. "No, wait, I didn't sign up for this!"

Amalie drew back and nuzzled his feet. "Of course you did. You said anything, and this is what I want. After all, you did sneak in here. Just because I decided to be nice and give you a that sugar you wanted doesn't mean I'm not going to punish you."

Makuta spluttered, realizing she was still playing to the camera. Maybe she wasn't really going to eat him?

"P-Please, don't-"

"My house, my rules, little cat. Now, down you go!" And with no more than that, she opened her mouth wide and sucked both his feet in.

It's all for the camera, it's all for the camera, Mkuta chanted in his head. Still, the lack of assurance that he'd survive this kept popping up in his mind, making him squirm as she passed his ankles and started toward his knees. "M-Mistress, please, I'll...I'll do..anything...anything but this!"

The horse woman chuckled around her mouthful of cat in reply. The sensation of her throat rippling as she laughed sent chills up and down Makuta and he whimpered. Her lips were sliding past his knees and Makuta was starting to panic. As much as he wanted to money, he wanted to survive more!

"I-I can't do this! I'm sorry, I n-need t-to stop! Please, I d-didn't know w-we were d-doing v-vore!"

Amalie rolled her eyes and grabbed his shoulders, lifting him upright. He screamed in terror as she swallowed again, his weight helping her, sending him down into her throat up to midthigh.

"Please help!" He shouted, turning to look at Harry and the cameraman. "Please, I don't want this, I didn't know! I don't want to die! Oh, gods, please help me!"

They ignored him and Makuta thrashed, too tired to really fight after the sex, but determined to try his hardest. His struggles loosened the shirt wrapped around his arms and he shrugged it away eagerly. As his hips pressed into her maw, his reached down and grabbed at her lips, fighting to free himself. Amalie chuckled again, and simply smooshed his hands in. Makuta screamed in horror and her lips slipped up around he wrists and hips, pressing his tail up against his back. The horsewoman reached up and grabbed his shoulders, "mmmm"ing around him as she swallowed again, getting up to his chest easily.

Makuta writhed helplessly, watching her lips come up his neck. "Please don't," he whispered. "Please let me go!"

Amalie winked at him, and waved. He screamed one last time as she put one massive hand on the top of his head and pushed, pressing him down into her mouth. The cameraman rushed over to track the bulge his head made in her throat as it traveled down to join the bulk of the cat in her stomach. The camera lingered lovingly on Amalie's abs for a minutes, moving back and forth to capture every detail of the Makuta-shaped bulge as he thrashed inside her. The cameraman fiddled with the settings, blurring it out to fade the scene, and stopped recording.

Harry stepped forward, applauding. "Fan-fucking-tastic, Mal, as always." he leaned down and shouted at her stomach. "And great performance, guy! Loved the fear at the end, very realistic! Now, just relax and let Mal here digest you, and we'll wrap this up!"

Inside Amalie, Makuta started to cry as her stomach gurgled and rippled, slowly compacting him.

~~~~~~

Amalie jumped as she felt her gut give a tell-tale gurgle. She set aside the laxative laced coffee she was drinking to help speed the process, and called out, "Harry, I think he's ready to come back out!"

The director poked his head in and grinned. "Great! Hold that thought, I'll grab Joe."

The horse grimaced and clenched her ass tight. "Hurry!"

Five minutes later, the cameraman was set up and ready to roll. Amalie was squatting over a trash can, straining to hold it in as the Joe fiddled with the camera. He held up three fingers, counting down, as he reversed the focus trick, bringing the camera back in on a shot of her face.

"Ohh," she moaned as she let go, the camera sliding around behind her to capture the first peeking of the thick turd. "Ohh, that's a good kitty, time to go now."

The camera went back and forth, alternating between her face, her ass, and her cunt as she masturbated while shitting out Makuta.

"Yeaaah, there you go, little cat. Into your nice new home. The garbage man will come and take you away soon, little cat, but first you have to get out."

The huge turd slowly unspooled from her, the trash bag filling up with shit. Amalies eyes were drifting closed as she built up to her orgasm, the intense relief of releasing her over-filled bowels helping to push her toward climax. When the bag was nearly full, the shit stopped, and Amalie grunted.

"Fuck," she whispered, "be a good l-little c-cat. C-come ohhhhhh fuck yes!" Amalie screamed as she came, an acid pitted, shit encrusted cat skull shooting out and splatting into the brown sludge. She reached over and grabbed Makuta's shirt, wiping her ass with it before dropping it into the bag. It was joined a moment later by his pants, shoes, and underwear. Amalie stood, smiling contentedly, and tied the bag closed. She hefted it out of the can and rubbed her stomach, sighing. "Thank for the meal, little cat!"

The camera faded out again a few seconds later, and Harry grinned, clapping Amalie on the hip. "Great work! That's a wrap!"