WARNING!: This unedited version of the finale has material that may not be suitable for all viewers; reader discretion is advised.

So, this leaves off as Rick and Tinsel start their honeymoon and mating ritual as they go all the way.

Final Lap!
(Unedited)

It took awhile for Rick and Tinsel to calm down while the taxi headed to a warp gate. Although the space port wasn't as congested as it usually was. As they were heading towards the pier, they reached the planet just in time as the stars glittered in a sky filled with an opaque vermillion fading to violet; the same display Tinsel adored since her first encounter during the Queen League 15 years prior. Rick tendered her as they both soaked in the scenery.

It soon became official that afterwards, their permanent residence would actually be at Falcon's Fortress, rather than their Mute City flat. It was now theirs, to Rick's joy, during that evening. They never wanted anything huge and astronomical, so they went with an average hovering yacht shared with a few other interstellar couples. They got settled in then headed for the balcony to absorb the harbor's beauty, even the isles located throughout the open body of water as far as the eye could see. Rick remembered the night when Tanaka headed for Kate's concert and how Tinsel showed him on all the stellar landscapes Port Town had to offer. His mind shifted a few times from all those precious memories involving Haruka; now he was grateful to share these moments with Tinsel. There was a constant, chilling breeze, but it never bothered the anemic wife as long as she stayed close to Rick's side.

An hour passed, then they headed for Deck 01, which was actually below decks. Their cabin was average, though it had a thin paper, soundproof, sliding door, much like those shojis at Giant. Through their luggage, Rick took out an audio Blu-ray disc and loaded it into the slot.

He then faced her, wearing that tense face again, "Tinsel..."

"Rick..." she repeated his earnest demeanor.

"It is finally time. At last."

They made the ultimate decision to go all the way, he wanted to be unprotected, as well as hear an enticing performance involving the exotic drums of Giant and the taikos of Japan and Red Canyon, and so, they followed in tandem.

He managed to download a few numbers involving the primitive planet's inhabitants, starting out slowly and increasing in velocity and noise. Followed by a performance done with a circle of taikos, the same one Tinsel introduced to him earlier; after a successful bounty-hunting mission, she couldn't wait to show her beloved what she found, as a special way to embrace his Japanese heritage. Heck, even Goroh had several of them, albeit some were stolen, and he was more than willing to give one to Rick; he did advise him that they're more powerful if joined in a group, and while playing one themselves they can also receive just that.

So, before the first enticing segment began, Tinsel and Rick dimmed the lights, activated the warm, fuchsia shades, and dressed up in their tribal outfits designed and sewn by the inhabitants of Giant. Tinsel departed for the lavatory then headed out, which put Rick in a state of astonishment. She sat on the bed slowly in front of him.

There was a subtle warmup as the drums were beating steadily and quietly in the background. Listening in on the assembly, their hearts began to race as they felt numb. Tinsel reached for Rick's firm cheeks and Rick's hands rested on her shoulders as they gazed into their eyes. She whispered, "Once you get under my skin, Rick...there's no getting out."

He nodded slowly, "I will accept the offer. Tinsel."

They leaned in, and then they kissed passionately. They caressed their backs, necks, arms, and thighs as they brushed their lips and sometimes nuzzled each other. He grazed her neck, so did she on his. The heat began to rise, as if Rick's ardency was melting the ice around Tinsel's heart and the feelings of resentment she harbored for her old man for so long. While her ice was soothing Rick's feelings of bitterness toward him. From that moment, she permanently changed her mindset on men in general as she knew Rick was her chosen. And he felt complete as his past scars were healed much like hers.

They each tasted their mouths and almost managed to reach their throats, yet still their appetite was very ravenous. So much so that they slowly tossed aside their tribal outfits, all except Rick's majestic headdress. As the percussion was beating harder, so did their urges. Their bodies began to intertwine as they followed and got more entranced with the rhythms.

They continued to explore each other more, and even Tinsel was curious on something. Rick began to taste her stomach and feel her all around, reminding him of the allusion that her body was like a sponge. It also reminded Tinsel of how Rick was as firm as a rock, as was his groin. In fact, out of curiosity, Tinsel began to gradually rub and taste it, increasing Rick's desire for her; it was almost as salty as anchovies. When they started to get more aroused, she actually guided him inside her as her flimsy hands pushed him to enter her while she opened up.

Slow. Quick, quick, slow. Quick, quick, slow. Quick, quick, slow. Quick, quick...

In and out each of their genitalia reacted, with Tinsel's contracting Rick's and his rubbing inside hers. Slowly, even when she encouraged him as she played the mattress like another bongo, then increased in speed and strength, even when he cued her to do squeeze and move as his tip was out. They even thrusted hard at times to feel the raw pressure deep inside. They held each other tightly as their temperature rose like the Suzaku enveloping them, and their hearts raced like competitors in an F-Zero race alongside the percussion, enticing them more. His ejaculation let out a warm trickle as he relieved some of the tension, yet they're still going; he made a deep, rushed cry emitting from his throat. In turn, Tinsel sighed when she received the lukewarm stream.

BOOM tap-tap-tap, BOOM-tap-tap-tap, BOOM-tap-tap-tap, BOOM-tap-tap, BOOM BOOM!

The drums repeated their steady pace as if it was a mantra while Rick and Tinsel followed. Together, it's as if that his mighty flames, and her frigid innards were merging into refreshing water, an element which brings life.

They continued to ride each other as her groin constricted Rick's while he kept leaning in, increasing their friction. Sweat gleamed, their hearts hammering, their sighs audible, and their pants rampant. She invited him in further, and they felt as if they'd reached the final lap..! Tinsel wrapped around him as his tip burrowed more and squirmed. They each became raw, as their reactions. The pace quickened as did they. It was becoming overwhelming for them, yet they never seized. Rick's voice became hoarse, while Tinsel's started to crack as they were beginning to cross the finish line, and achieve first place; it was indeed a first for them as they had no boundaries, as limitless as the deep reaches of the universe.

They felt as if their bodies were splitting in half as they caved in. Tinsel cried his name while he squeezed his eyes! Their crotches finally gave away, especially when Tinsel's discharge covered Rick's as he released his semen into her like warp speed! They felt that time had stopped as they gazed at each other, agape. They were paralyzed, then gave into their exertion. Rick collapsed beside her and Tinsel could hardly move. All she did was turn her head and kissed him lightly on his forehead. That caused him to come to, albeit lightheaded. "That's right... You're mine." Rick confirmed, all she could do was paste a thin smile. And then they snuggled into their warm embrace before they blackened out.

The galaxy is at peace and aligned, just as they were. There was no better time than their own sacred union of the Ryu Suzaku and the Genbu; they were forever inseparable and were now one, both in the stars and within their hearts and souls.