Weyland-Yutani Corporation. Date Log: 22.??? A.G. 
(Story commission) 
Part 4.
Gaal Escape

Gaal was sprinting, his heart beating so fiercely that the raccoon felt it might burst forth from his mouth at any moment. How long had he been planning this? Months? Years? The precise duration had become nebulous, a testament to the difficulty of tracking the passage of time when one's access to the developed technologies of the outer world had been severed. Regardless, Gaal could ill afford to dwell on this now; he was tantalizingly close and would not let his meticulously crafted plan be jeopardized by a single plasma shot.

There was an ironic twist to the notion that the raccoon might be incapacitated by a plasma pistol—a technology he had himself introduced to these nano entities. No, he couldn't allow it! The raccoon would just have to sit atop that muscular structure and rest his muscles a bit... His eyes closed as his hand pressed against his thigh, struck by a plasma shot that not only tore through the suit, which had taken years to design and produce but also penetrated the muscle of his left thigh and cauterized the wound immediately, preventing bleeding but not the searing pain.

Yet, his mind stubbornly drifted back to the past, to that pivotal day when he was left behind, stranded in this new universe which, to Gaal, now felt all too familiar. Since then, his only source of hope, his sole motivator was driven by a singular focus... Revenge! Yes, vengeance against all the members of his team for abandoning him, for leaving him behind in such a manner! Forgotten, treated as nothing, as though he were utterly inconsequential. Left to either die or survive in the confines of a god-like, galaxy-sized giant twink cat! And to think, it all began on that day, the day when the raccoon was put under house arrest.

Gaal could recall it as though it were yesterday, though those events were now years behind him. His team, the look in the Siamese cat's eyes through the visor, when Isaac ordered the team to flee while the raccoon was detained in the command room with that anthro snake. Abandoned, he understood that he would have made the same decision if he were in Isaac's shoes. Knowing that a team member was a spy intent on destroying the entire project and exposing corporate secrets, responsible for the death of another team member, and now captured by a hostile faction, of a hostile civilization; Gaal would have taken the exact same action as the Siamese cat. That was to turn their backs and flee with the remaining members of the expedition while they still had the chance. Nevertheless, this understanding did not temper the raccoon's deep-seated hatred, bitterness, and desire for revenge against Isaac. 

This thirst for revenge that fueled the raccoon's existence over this span of time, during a certain period, Gaal was kept under house arrest, just as commanded by Commander Golen, although he never saw the snake again after that day. The initial months were characterized by an overwhelming sense of anxiety and panic. Isolated in a middle-class apartment somewhere, the raccoon had scant access to information and even less contact with other individuals. Even the windows were unavailable, having been cemented over in his apartment. However, Gaal was certain he was under observation, scrutinized by those nano entities he so despised. One thought persisted, irrevocably fixed in his mind: he was a prisoner of a microscopic civilization inhabiting the body of a young, foolish bobcat. This was Gaal's perception of his predicament, a view he found himself unable to alter.

As time progressed, changes gradually infiltrated his routine. From a certain day onwards, the raccoon began receiving regular visits from an official who came to interview him during his house arrest. The initial sessions were particularly dreadful and unproductive, but thanks to the official's skills as an interviewer and psychological torturer, over time, Gaal found himself relenting, unwittingly developing some sort of relationship with his jailer. It was far from a friendly relationship, to be clear. Nonetheless, unknowingly, the raccoon began to divulge bits and pieces of information those nano entities sought.

Months passed, and it wasn't long before an opportunity arose for both parties, where the superiors in charge of monitoring and making decisions regarding Gaal's situation proposed to the raccoon increased freedom and comfort in exchange for his services. For Gaal, it wasn't as if he had much choice, nor did he have much to lose by accepting the arrangement. Initially, the work regimen was monotonous, nearly akin to slave labor. However, as more time passed, Gaal negotiated for greater autonomy and freedom.

And so, the months accumulated into years. This was not a particular concern for the raccoon, as his civilization had solved the problem of aging centuries ago. Death from old age was out of the question for Gaal; however, dying from sheer hatred and bitterness remained a stark reality. Despite everything, the former spy executed his plan methodically and with the patience of a chess player, counting the years until he could escape this hell of living within another being and resume his megalomaniacal schemes in the real world outside. Once Gaal was granted the possibility of inhabiting a house of his own—a real house located in a typical residential neighborhood in a suburb among the numerous cities developed by these nano entities along the expanse of the River's body like germs—he began undertaking personal projects of his own design and started to impose his own agenda.

As a former corporate spy, the raccoon had no illusions about the constant surveillance he was under. Every moment of his day was monitored by spies from the governmental agencies of this nano micro society, observing his every move. Yet, with immense dedication and effort, Gaal was capable of exploiting every vulnerability, every blind spot. He took meticulous notes, and through dedication and logic, over time, he gathered sufficient information to plan an escape route. Then it was merely a matter of further patience to amass resources, compile materials, and execute the aforementioned plan.

The plan! Gaal's scheme was indeed audacious, but it's not as if he had many choices. His work for the research forces of the nano civilization involved devising ways to enable the nano entities to survive outside the bodies of the "gods," also known as a single young, anthropomorphic bobcat cat twink named River. What these nano entities most desired was to dominate the world of the gods, or the world of normal-sized anthros. Gaal devoted a good portion of his time to studying the so-called sacred scriptures that served as the pillars of this autocratic and fanatical regime imposed by the nano civilization inhabiting River's body. The scriptures were vague, disparate, and many unrelated to each other. Moreover, what the authorities in power seemed to care about from such scriptures was the notion that the nanos were once as powerful and colossal as the gods themselves. Yet, there was no information on why or how they were reduced to such a microscopically insignificant state. Given such a gaping void in texts considered "sacred," all manner of theologians and theories emerged to fill the gap. The most accepted theory was that they were being punished, relegated to the humiliation of being made tiny and microscopic, forced to live like germs within the bodies of gods, beneath any possibility of communication or interaction with the said gods as a form of punishment.

Gaal, of course, considered the entire theoretical and philosophical framework behind this society utter nonsense. The only thing he needed to keep in mind during his escape plan was the fact that he, along with all other nano entities residing in River's body, lived under the yoke of a bloodthirsty dictatorship that rose to power with the promise of restoring the nano entities to their real size, dominating the world of the "gods," and restoring their society to its former glory. Little did they know that throughout all these years, the raccoon's project was simply to vanish and metaphorically flip them the bird right in their faces.

Indeed, it was precisely this act of defiance that the raccoon had resolved to execute on this very morning. Yes, this morning, just a few hours ago. Merely hours before Gaal found his left leg grievously injured, the raccoon had finally awakened, determined to implement his meticulously devised escape plan of decades and vanish from this place. The day chosen for his departure could not have been more perfect, every detail having been scrupulously prepared in advance. Alas, Gaal no longer resided in the pulmonary region of the bobcat's body, which would have made his escape significantly easier. However, that area was considered a noble region of the feline body, and the bureaucracy of the autocracy governing this society had relocated the raccoon to a region closer to the giant bobcat's stomach. This relocation did not render his escape impossible, but it certainly made it more difficult. It was a method by which the dictatorship in power sought to discourage the raccoon from attempting any grandiose escape plans. But they had underestimated Gaal's audacity and his willingness to subvert the order imposed by the galactic empire outside River's body; thus, a nano dictatorship existing within a single individual was unlikely to deter him significantly.

On this specific day, his escape route was more than just planned; it was ready. The authorities had made a crucial mistake by allowing the raccoon to receive daily news updates through the television in his home. Although the anthro raccoon was under constant surveillance, and all news was pre-censored by the autocracy, commonplace events such as minor capillary veins bursting and flooding parts of the nano micro cities with plasma were considered ordinary and not worth censoring. It was precisely through such a mundane and common occurrence that Gaal had crafted his escape strategy. The raccoon, being meticulous, had observed that the nanos took several days to repair a damaged capillary and restore normality to the flooded city section. While this was a common inconvenience, it was also a regular aspect of living within the body of a divine and omnipotent being like River. However, Gaal also noticed that when a cell from the blood plasma got stuck or semi-lodged in the ruptured wall of the blood vessel, the repair work by the nano micros became even more arduous and time-consuming. And that was precisely the scenario today; a rupture in a blood vessel had occurred just a few blocks away from his current apartment, and a large red blood cell had become semi-lodged in the ruptured wall of the capillary. This had the potential to transform a week's work into months. To top it off, Gaal knew that today was a holiday, as if all the pieces of the puzzle were aligning perfectly to enable his escape. Yet, there were still problems to overcome.

The raccoon methodically finished his breakfast without deviating from his routine, despite the holiday. He was certain that the government's espionage agency was still monitoring him, albeit with a reduced contingent due to the holiday. He aimed to avoid raising any alarms or straying from his routine, as he needed all the time he could get. And, even though it was a holiday, the raccoon was still expected at work as usual. Holidays did not apply to him due to the peculiarities of his status within that society. But today was to be Gaal's day of radical change.

As he entered his garage in the usual manner, instead of heading straight for the piece of junk that the nanos inhabiting River's body called a car, he momentarily veered towards a secret passage painstakingly constructed in his wall. He had taken care to ensure it was located in blind spots and wouldn't attract the attention of anyone, including the neighbors, during its construction. This passage led to a kind of makeshift basement that didn't appear to be part of the original house plan and could only have been built by the raccoon over the years. Inside, there were all sorts of tools and equipment that Gaal had stolen from his workplace over months, various design boards and projects, all for the purpose of constructing what seemed to be a kind of mech suit.

The suit was a very rudimentary and poorly made copy of the space marines' suits from the empire. A combat body suit, armored and self-propelled, which in theory could allow its occupant to travel through space and thus could serve Gaal in the same way the Raven Class ship had served the expedition team in exploring and moving through River's body. However, Gaal had no idea if he could even survive the immense blood flow pressure in the body of the all-glorious bobcat, let alone manage to leave the giant's body without being accidentally destroyed in some way. But today was his best window of opportunity, and the raccoon could no longer afford to spend any more time on planning and theorizing; he had to act now.

Donning his suit and returning to the upper-floor garage where his car awaited, the vehicle's windows had been properly prepared to prevent outside observers from clearly seeing inside. Gaal sat down and prepared to drive as if he were heading to work normally. The raccoon had never tested the suit until this moment, and only now did he realize how uncomfortable it was to drive while wearing a suit full of technological gadgets and quite bulky. But it was a bit late for regrets. Instead of taking his normal route to work, the raccoon deliberately took a route that would lead him to the district currently cordoned off due to the rupture in River's capillary. His government observers noticed the route change, but since it was a holiday, they assumed the raccoon wanted to avoid getting stuck in traffic caused by closed highways due to the festivities and did not find the behavior alarming.

Gaal knew he would have a very narrow window of opportunity once he approached the restricted district for cleaning. The fact that it was a holiday would both help and hinder the raccoon's life because the restricted district would be empty due to the lack of workers for the festivities, making it very easy for government agents to locate the fleeing raccoon on the deserted and silent streets of the closed district. At the same time, the festivities happening in the streets of the district adjacent to it would immensely ease his life because, as everyone was dressed in costumes and various outfits, his combat suit would go unnoticed as just another mere costume.

Soon Gaal was approaching the busiest streets where revelers were taking up all the sidewalks completely and even walking in the streets, forcing cars to move very slowly. Soon they would reach the point where the streets would be completely blocked, and the raccoon could choose to either park his car somewhere and proceed on foot or abandon the car entirely. Time was also against Gaal, as he was beginning to approach what could be considered a late hour for his work. The more delay he had, the more suspicion he would raise. Soon, Gaal saw a perfect spot to park his car and abandon the vehicle. So that was it, from this point on there was no turning back; he either opted for success or he was sentenced to a tightly closed prison with no prospect of obtaining any kind of freedom or autonomy in the near future again.

Without a second thought, the Raccoon parked his car, leaving it in the spot without even bothering to lock it. His plan was unfolding perfectly according to what he had envisioned so far, the throng of costumed people in the streets allowing Gaal, donning his makeshift space marine suit, to blend in and vanish among the other anthros with astonishing ease. It wouldn't be long before he reached the boundary with the restricted district. At the same time, the small team tasked with monitoring the raccoon's morning routine experienced a brief surge of panic upon realizing they had lost sight of their target. The first alarms were sounded, and at that moment, a mobilization began to attempt to pinpoint the location of the missing raccoon.

Gaal still held the upper hand, as the teams searching for him still believed he was in a car, unaware that he was on foot, disguised, and amidst a crowd of similarly costumed people. Should the raccoon decide to stay where he was, he might even have a better chance of remaining invisible and off the radar of the authorities. Perhaps it would be wise to abandon the madness of trying to reclaim his life in the outside world and accept a peaceful existence within this nano society in the confines of a body much younger than his own... it was a plan. However, it was a plan that Gaal, in all his megalomania, could never accept. He simply could not settle.

Crossing into the next district, the streets became noticeably emptier and quieter, one of the raccoon's main shields against detection beginning to lose its effect. Without the crowd to hide him, Gaal would become an easy target for any authority in a district deserted due to the restriction. Yet, Gaal had to stay focused on the plan; he still had a few details in his favor. Trying everything to avoid being spotted by any of the security cameras scattered throughout the empty district, and even if he were to be seen, the raccoon took the precaution of carrying a bottle of alcohol, making sure it was clearly visible. The idea was that the unit responsible for monitoring such security cameras, upon seeing an individual in costume, within the restricted district, away from the festivities, and with a bottle of alcohol in hand, would assume it to be a drunk who had strayed from his companions and stumbled into the deserted district, now lost. The plan was sound and likely to succeed since no one would raise significant suspicion to deal with such a situation. At most, depending on the staff and patience of the camera operators, a single patrol might be sent to intercept the raccoon, and Gaal was well prepared to handle that.

Time was ticking, and Gaal was nearing his goal, the section of the capillary vessel most damaged and most isolated from the district where repair work would be underway if not for the holiday. Despite having lived inside River's body for some years and being fully aware of his own insignificance, as the raccoon approached the rupture in the sanguine vessel, where a single red blood cell of the aforementioned twink bobcat was stuck to the wall, Gaal felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness. It was immense! Colossal! The flat, disc-shaped red cell was the size of an entire small residential neighborhood! The mere thought of the destruction a single erythrocyte from River's blood could cause to the tiny cities of nano-microbes living in his body was terrifying. But soon, Gaal tried to sweep that thought from his mind the moment he realized he was thinking and even feeling the same fears as those nanos; he was not one of them. He was like River! A god! There was nothing for him to fear, even in the presence of a single, gigantic erythrocyte capable of crushing his body into absolutely nothing!

The sound of sirens and the flash of rotating lights snapped the raccoon out of his reverie. A patrol car was approaching him in the middle of the street, soon coming to a stop nearby. Two officers emerged from the vehicle. One inquired if the "costumed" raccoon was lost. Both appeared calm, believing they were dealing with a reveler who had overindulged and lost his way. Gaal, on the other hand, was anything but calm; sweating profusely inside his suit of armor, the raccoon was at a loss for how to properly react. He knew that attempting to explain his situation would only result in being taken into the vehicle and driven away from his desired location. Meanwhile, his complete lack of response to the officers' commands began to make them anxious; now, both officers started to suspect they might also be dealing with an individual under the influence of drugs, given the raccoon's total lack of response and reaction.

One officer drew his taser and began to approach the costumed raccoon, who remained as still as a statue in the middle of the deserted street. In that moment, Gaal acted entirely on impulse, raising his right palm towards the patrol car and firing! A powerful plasma beam incinerated the car, both officers, and even left a crater from the explosion in the area, likely attracting the attention of all nearby cameras and perhaps even some individuals in neighboring districts. Thus, the calm and stealthy part of Gaal's plan had gone awry; from here on out, it would be a matter of running and evasion.

Wasting not a second, Gaal turned the same palm he had used to fire at the patrol car towards the already weakened wall of the capillary vein of the giant bobcat and fired a second shot. Immediately, a torrent of blood plasma flooded the area, sweeping the entire neighborhood clean. Gaal did not dally, utilizing everything his suit had to offer, he activated its motors and fought against the strong current created by the mere heartbeats of River and disappeared into the blood stream of the gigantic god-like bobcat once more. Freedom! That was the sensation coursing through Gaal's body once again! However, this sense of liberation was far from being proven true.

It didn't take long for the authorities to be alerted to the unfolding events, and although Gaal had successfully escaped into the bloodstream of the gigantic bobcat, he now needed to devise a way to distance himself from the site of the capillary rupture before attracting the attention of any "patrol ship." Unfortunately, the raccoon's plan was quickly thwarted. Within minutes after entering River's blood plasma, Gaal was intercepted by two submarine-like patrol ships of the nano civilization. His space marine suit, albeit a poor imitation of the real equipment, offered him a significant advantage as a fugitive raccoon, but it still wasn't enough to compete with a warship. Gaal had no choice but to utilize his best combat skills in an attempt to escape the situation, by this point in the chase, his pursuers had likely abandoned any intention of taking him alive as a prisoner again.

However, being merely a former corporate spy, Gaal lacked any sophisticated combat strategy, not to mention the fact that he was just one individual battling against an entire military ship. Inevitably, the Raccoon was injured, although he was causing trouble for his pursuers by returning fire at every opportunity. Inevitably, Gaal was forced to alter his original escape route. The initial plan involved the raccoon navigating through the airways of the colossal feline to be naturally exhaled from its body through respiration. But given his injured state, his damaged suit, and despite his efforts to return enemy fire, his pursuers showed no signs of relenting, leaving the raccoon with no choice but to opt for a route through a location in the body of the giant being that was forbidden to microscopic and insignificant beings. Gaal had chosen to head towards River's esophagus!

Heading towards River's esophagus! Situated right in the throat of the giant bobcat that had nearly destroyed and dissolved the best shields of one of the finest imperial ships when the original team entered its body through the digestive system. Risking being swallowed by the bobcat was tantamount to suicide; his suit would never be able to protect against River's stomach acid, nor would his weapons, powerful as they were, be capable of piercing the walls of the feline's stomach to afford the raccoon a new escape route. If for any reason Gaal fell into River's digestive tract, he would be consumed. Despite all the risks, Gaal proceeded with the plan; a plan that, for a moment, was working.

Accessing the throat of the almighty giant bobcat through its larynx, Gaal could now utilize the flight mode of his suit, which enabled him to fly towards the upper reaches of the throat of a god! Not long after, despite the significant distance from Gaal's perspective, the raccoon reached the uvula located in the upper section of the young giant's throat within the dark, damp, and terrifying depths of its mouth! Gaal landed atop the gigantic structure, part of River's gustatory system; which brings us back to the present moment. A moment in which Gaal finds himself reevaluating his life, especially his most recent decisions over the last few years that had led him to the miserable situation he now found himself in.

Attempting to return the way he came was a guarantee of encountering a patrol of nano micros waiting to capture him. Heading deeper into the feline's throat was suicide; and trying to exit or access the outside world through its lips?... Passing through its lips?... Gaal pondered over this thought for a moment. First and foremost, to access the outside world and finally leave this living prison also known as the body of River, those lips would need to be open... and people do not keep their lips open at all times. Generally, people open their mouths when they are about to speak or when they are about to put something in their mouth...

The first option was exceedingly dangerous, for often when people spoke, an entire tumult unfolded within their mouths without them even realizing it. A tongue, vastly larger than an entire continent from Gaal's perspective, would move up and down as River articulated and formed each syllable. This was not to mention the strong gusts of wind that could easily deviate Gaal from his path and cast him against one of the immense, powerful mountains sharp and white, also known as teeth...

The second option was to wait for a moment when River would eat something in hopes of making an escape. Yet, the challenges were significant, starting with the distance. The distance from the bottom of his mouth to his lips, though insignificant for River or his boyfriend when they kiss or for any other anthro of normal size, was for the raccoon indeed a distance equivalent to an entire continent. Even flying at supersonic speeds would take a good number of hours to reach the lips, and certainly, River would not take hours to place a spoonful of food in his mouth, chew, and swallow. That would include swallowing the poor raccoon as well. Whatever Gaal decided, he needed to make his decision quickly, for sooner or later, River would have to eat or drink something, or simply speak to someone. And when that happens, the last place Gaal would want to be is inside the mouth of that all-powerful god-like bobcat.

Having decided that he had wasted enough time, Gaal, despite his injured leg, stood up and prepared his flight path towards the other side of the gargantuan feline's vast and powerful mouth. The flight time should have been more than enough for the nanites in his body to address the injury in his leg. However, what the nano micro and minuscule raccoon had no idea about was the situation unfolding outside the body of the gigantic twink he had called home for the last few years.

River was slightly anxious; it had been four years since he and Aiden had been working together on this project. Yes, four years that had flown by all too quickly when you're dedicating day and night to a project you truly love. All the young twink couple needed was a small infusion of capital granted to them upon the completion of the project for which both had been guinea pigs for Wayland Corp. Such a project was a kind of humiliation that neither River nor Aiden would ever need to go through again in their lives for money. Making good use of the sum they had received, the two young men were not only able to establish themselves on a planet considered fully developed and first-world but were also just a few hours away from unveiling a new product line from their own company. A party was about to take place in the young couple's penthouse, who were now beginning to distance from their mid-twenties and stepping into their early thirties.

Gaal, oblivious to these developments, remained unaware that River was emerging from his bath, poised to dress and apply makeup before joining the spaniel dog to welcome the guests who would arrive at any moment. Fortuitously, the raccoon's flight time of approximately half an hour through the interior of the gargantuan feline's mouth coincided precisely with the time River needed to primp and achieve the zenith of his effeminate beauty. As he neared the posterior part of the feline's lips, Gaal would first have to navigate a formidable, almost insurmountable array of daunting teeth. Fortunately, the very scale of size that reminded the raccoon of his miserable insignificance also proved to be his salvation; he could fly between the gaps in the bobcat's teeth as if traversing the chasms of a wholly white Grand Canyon.

Yet, Gaal encountered a barrier of soft yet solid skin on the other side. Nothing less than River's lips, completely closed and sealed as the feline finished his bath. At this precise moment, the raccoon's plan required patience, with little to do but wait. Still, it was nearly impossible to ignore his surroundings, as everywhere Gaal looked, he could see the finest grooves and notches in the enamel of a young twink's teeth, reminding him that even the smallest pieces of food trapped between River's teeth would dwarf his insignificant being.

**End 1: Crushed by lips.**

Fortuitously, Gaal did not have to wait long before the light of the outside world began to penetrate his universe; accompanied by a mighty roar, this was nothing less than the feline bobcat opening its mouth. Or rather, casually parting his lips. Clearly, River required no more than a simple involuntary act of his facial musculature to allow what, from Gaal's perspective, seemed a passage so colossal to the outside that entire combat cruisers could pass through with ease. Seizing the opportunity, Gaal activated his motors and out he flew.

For the first time in many years, the tiny raccoon had the chance to fly in atmospheric conditions as close to what could be considered fresh air as possible, even though he remained incredibly close to the lips of a giant being, completely enveloped in a cloud of exhaled warm, humid air mixed with perspiration. Beyond that, the raccoon was taken aback by the sheer scale of everything around him. His brain, after four years of living the life of a nano micro, simply could no longer process the universal scales of the external world where gods resided.

Lost, disoriented, and unsure of which direction to take, the nanoscopic raccoon chose to make a brief landing on the surface of the gigantic feline's lower lips, from which he had just escaped. It was a sensation of utter submission and pure insignificance. The soft surface of the bobcat's lips was akin to an infinite landscape of hills, valleys, and craters! Each curve and groove of the rugged terrain that made up the giant's lip surface was not only visible but magnified to an overwhelmingly imposing factor! Such a shocking sight left the little raccoon in a complete state of reverie for a moment. Unfortunately, Gaal would soon realize that this would be the primary cause of his demise.

Far beyond the field of view of the tiny nano micro resting on his lips, River positioned himself in front of a mirror within his walk-in closet. With the execution of a simple act, the young bobcat prepared to apply his makeup, deciding to start with his lipstick since he had already decided to use only basic and soft tones for the evening. And as he leaned in front of the mirror to view his lips, River could never have seen a minuscule and microscopic being struggling for its life amidst his lower lips. Yet, he simply performed an act of flexing his lips, forming a beautiful pout as if sending kisses to himself in the mirror. Such an act would have deadly consequences for the poor nano micro attempting to survive on the outside of his all-powerful body.

Before Gaal had any opportunity to react or take any action, the soft flesh under his feet tensed brutally, contracting and trapping his feet. However, that was just the beginning. In less than a second, the entire topography of the terrain around him was brutally altered. Before the raccoon could realize it, his body was completely overwhelmed and enveloped in warm, soft, and moist skin! River had buried his body, changing everything together between his enormous lips, leaving only poor Gaal's head outside so he could see his surroundings and breathe a little. However, it wouldn't take long for the nano raccoon to wish he were dead rather than alive to witness what was about to happen.

Approaching like a comet capable of causing a planetary extinction event in the sky, Gaal could see the tip of what could only be a lipstick in very light tones, matching the coloration of the gigantic bobcat's snout. River was about to apply lipstick to his lips and at the same time about to teach Gaal why insignificant beings like him should stay inside his body and not on its surfaces. Gaal tried to fight with all his might, screaming as loud as he could in the blind hope that River would hear the voice of a germ like him and stop what he was doing. At one point, the raccoon even managed to free one of his arms. Armed with the powerful plasma beam, he aimed the cannon at the girly feline's upper lips and fired with all the force the weapon could muster. Even though it was a weapon capable of incinerating an entire car, when fired against a small, minuscule section of the lips of a divine being, the damage was almost negligible, to say the least! River didn't even feel an itch or slight irritation in the area where the shot was located.

And soon, Gaal felt a powerful impact! The overwhelming tip of the lipstick collided against the surface of the feline's lower lip, causing earthquakes that propagated across the soft, fleshy surface of his lips with such speed and intensity that they ended up breaking both legs of the little raccoon trapped between two skin folds. The pain was excruciating, and beyond that, the world around Gaal began to tremble in a daunting and terrifying manner! River was moving the enormous stick made of colored wax, completely covering the moist surface of his lips and bringing that deadly monolith closer to Gaal's position! Gaal, in turn, aimed his weapon at the gigantic bottom approaching, firing multiple shots at the massive structure moving with astonishing speed! Each shot barely caused visible damage to the fancy lipstick of the all-powerful feline, at most causing small particles of colored wax to fall from the main structure only to be crushed and smeared against the warm surface of the feline's lips immediately afterward!

With no more options and watching his death approach as the bottom grew larger and larger in his field of vision, Gaal accepted his fate! Closing his eyes and letting only the thunderous sound of the lipstick rubbing against the wet surface of the feline lips become louder and louder until the area on River's lips where the raccoon was trapped was covered by a thick and almost impenetrable layer of lipstick. Gaal's body being completely crushed, crumbled, and merging with the colorful layer of material that now covered and adorned the lips of a gigantic twink. River finished the rest of his makeup, checking his lips and eyebrows one last time in his mirror before leaving the walk-in closet of his suite; only to be surprised by his boyfriend Aiden, who, without warning, placed a kiss on the feline's lips, forcing the bobcat to touch up his lips again without knowing that minuscule and microscopic parts of an insignificant nano micro traitor were now divided between his lips and the lips of his boyfriend, now made husband, soon to be forever washed away during the boys' next shower.

End 2: Inhaled by nostrils.

Knowing that remaining on the surface of a giant's lips was utterly insane given the natural instability that lips could have, Gaal did not plan to extend his stay in this region for very long. The raccoon merely contemplated the best plan of action, looking around at the numerous folds and irregular surface of River's lips. The Raccoon just wanted to find some region or part of his body more stable to initiate an emergency transmission and have his rescue. That is, if his old agreement with his former contractors was still in place...

With not much time to think straight and not wanting to be crushed between the folds of the giant's plump lips when River would do something as insignificant as smile, Gaal opted to activate his motors and fly towards the tip of his nose. The view from up there would not only be privileged because it would allow the nano raccoon to map his surroundings as the gigantic bobcat walked but also give easy access to other areas of his face, such as his eyes.

And off he goes! Flying at supersonic speeds, the microscopic raccoon was on an upward trajectory to reach the top of his "god's" enormous nose. Passing right in front of the giant twink's upper lips and approaching the base of his nose, it became evident that the raccoon would have to adjust his course to avoid passing too close to the titan's two powerful nostrils. Each nostril was capable of generating air intakes capable of devastating an entire country with every simple and casual inhale and exhale from River. Actions so simple and unpretentious on the part of a young feline who didn't even know there was life trying to survive on the outside of his body! But unfortunately, it wouldn't take long for Gaal to realize the magnitude of his mistake. Once River was in the process of leaning in and inhaling the sweet scents of a new set of makeup base he was eager to try on his face.

A simple gesture, but one that brought complete chaos to little Gaal since he hadn't had enough time to move away from the section of his nostrils when that immense and powerful deity commanded his body to inhale deeply!!! The huge pressure difference that could only be generated by the lungs of a divine being began to suck all the atmosphere that was immediately around his nostrils, including small and microscopic particles suspended in the air that were too close, like Gaal. Even though his suit had the ability to fly faster than the speed of sound, from his point of view and scale, the air being carried into the feline's pink nose moved at much higher speeds! Carrying the tiny micro as if it were pollen!

However, the merciless blow came in the form of a particle of pollen coming directly from the pot of base that River was inhaling! The microscopic particle was the size of a large house to Gaal and hit his body without suffering any damage! Carrying the small micro into the nostrils until it inevitably became stuck in the nasal mucus of the giant feline, trapped between the overwhelming nose hairs produced by the feline's nasal cavities! Gaal would remain in this state for a few days! His body utterly broken, every bone having been pulverized, and his consciousness being kept alive only thanks to the systems of his suit and the nanites in his body, although Gaal was longing for death. It was only after nearly a week existing in this state of mediocre life inside the nostrils of a divine being that River ended up catching a cold, his body naturally increasing the production of mucus in the depths of his nasal passages, resulting in a river of warm nasal mucus starting to flow from the feline's moist nostrils.

Inevitably, Gaal ended up being spat out in the middle of the sidewalk on some random street in the city center when River left his office to return home. Still alive and conscious, but his body destroyed and almost unrecognizable amidst the insignificant ball of mucus on the ground only to end up being stepped on and utterly crushed by a passing pedestrian shortly after being expelled and expelled from the body of his god. During his final moments, Gaal would even come to think that life deep inside River's body wasn't so bad after all, but now it was too late.

End 3: Crushed by eyelids.

Having secured his way out of the bobcat's body, Gaal knew he was in a race against time because basically all the elements outside this twink's body would try to eliminate his existence. Even something as mundane as a raindrop could have enough mass and speed to crush his insignificant armored body. Taking every possible precaution, the nano raccoon distanced himself from the giant feline's lips, flying upward toward the nose, careful not to fly too close to its nostrils, and finally settled on the moist and cold surface of a god's nose.

The view from up here was impressive and once again brought the raccoon's attention to his insignificance. Due to the atmospheric distortion effect, Gaal couldn't see much beyond the objects immediately in front of the feline's face. He could only see what appeared to be a very exquisite makeup case of overwhelming proportions! The raccoon may not have known it, but the feline was almost ready and finishing his look to attend what could be considered the most important social event of his life for the past four years. Gaal wasted no time, however, soon realizing that he was unable to make contact with his former contractors, which should not have been surprising given the amount of time it took him to establish transmission conditions, and in fact, Gaal was not surprised.

While the raccoon kept the electronics in his suit trying to transmit messages on all possible frequencies, desperately asking for help; it was almost like trying to use a radio telescope pointed into space randomly sending out SOS signals and hoping someone would hear. River's body in this case was much more than a planet compared to Gaal's micro existence! The bobcat was an entire galaxy! And Gaal knew that! He knew how futile his attempts to communicate without the appropriate technical equipment would be!

Consumed by despair and knowing that he had pushed his escape plan too far to turn back, the raccoon would attempt the unthinkable! He would try to make direct contact with an entire galaxy! He would try to get River's attention! Turning his back to the world slowly and facing the face of his "god" Gaal had two options before him. The right eye and the left eye of the giant twink. Both equally colossal and imposing! Gaal had no idea if River was right-handed or not, having no clue about the dominant side of his body, he ended up choosing randomly to fly toward the surface of his left eye. And as he approached, there was only one word that could define what he was observing growing on his horizon, MASSIVE.

Descending onto the ridiculously vast and immense surface of a single eyebrow in the lower part of the feline's eye cavity, Gaal experienced a blend of wonder, awe, and profound insignificance. Before him stretched the expanse of River's retina, yet from this perspective and scale, it resembled orbiting a colossal gaseous planet! The colorful iris of the feline mirrored the billowing storm clouds in the upper atmosphere, while the dark, shadowy void of his pupil, channeling light to the depths of the feline's ocular cavity, seemed akin to the eye of a hurricane whose diameter could easily surpass that of Earth!

Deep within Gaal's psyche, a voice clamored excessively, reminding him that he grappled with a deity, a divine entity! It asserted that any endeavor to engage with this entity named River would be futile, that he would remain unseen and undetected by an eyeball of such immense proportions! Nevertheless, the voice of desperation resonated louder, propelling Gaal into flight! Skimming perilously close to the semi-liquid/semi-solid surface of the feline's retina, he gestured wildly, illuminating lights on his suit, striving to elicit any response from that pupil! Would it contract, expand, or betray any indication of acknowledgment? Yet, those eyes remained fixed on the horizon, absorbed in a world far beyond Gaal's comprehension. In a final act of desperation, Gaal aimed his "mighty" plasma gun squarely at that retina and fired. Yet, the outcome was once again absolute silence, no harm inflicted, despite targeting the surface of such a delicate organ within someone's body. River remained wholly unaware of the microscopic, futile entity desperately vying for his attention.

Nevertheless, despite his relative insignificance in the presence of a divine being, Gaal succeeded in provoking a reaction from the deity he once inhabited until mere hours ago... he managed to induce in River a slight, nearly insignificant itch, a fleeting irritation in his left eye. Involuntary and automatic, River's brow furrowed to execute its designed function—a cleansing and lubrication of his eye's surface. In doing so, River inadvertently obliterated the tiny nanomicrobe that had relentlessly sought his attention against the surface of his eye! Fragments of Gaal's body and suit would gradually disperse across the pink-hued surface of the feline's retina, as his eyes blinked more and more, naturally. By the end of the festivities that night, any remnants of Gaal's presence would have been absorbed by the behemoth's eye and eliminated from his retina through the adept functioning of his body. The smaller particles would linger in suspension within the liquid of the feline's retina for a time, until eventually consumed by some of his cells or expelled, thus erasing any trace of the raccoon's existence from history forever.

The end.