This is bliss. This is what you've always wanted. She screams within you, raging in terror and pain as your boney ribs prickle deep into her pale flesh flesh. You clench harder, impaling your shrieking Mistress, forcing more sweet, sweet farts out of her as her butt dribbles in hot, sexy terrified poop smell.
You cannot smell it, your olfactory senses were scoured by the sheer force of her butt excretions. But you feel it. Every bit of your skeletal form, every jutting rib and curving wing bone is filled with sexy, domineering gas.
You realize as your bones begin to prick into her organs that her farts are actually filling you. Your hollow bird bones are drinking in Raven's farts, becoming buoyant and powerful. With one beat of your wings of fart you propel yourselves both into space. With no feathers you should be a land bound thing but you are so light and lifted by the gaseous currents that fill you, power you. The vaccuum swallows your Mistress' terrified shrieks, and your boney ribs push deeper, more greedily as she squirms for a few pitiful seconds before expiring. Her lungs, still full of terrified, absurdist shrieks have burst with their sudden contact with the vaccuum. But her ass does not stop. What was but a trickle of powerful butt juju is an expulsion as a slippery torrent of death shit fills your literal rib cage.
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