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Undertow	By : pronker Category: +M through R > Penguins of Madagascar Views: 11341 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no profit from this fanfiction set in Dreamworks' Penguins of Madagascar franchise. I do not own its characters, basic premise or settings.

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Marlene tugged at Nipple Number Four, rubbing the oil onto its ridged areola before shifting attention to Number Five. She made a bored face until her cheek twinged. Ow ouch ow! Skipper you don't get to hit me like that again ever no way nohow for any reason unless it's to save my life oh let it go girl. In the event of his voyaging to Overseas HQ, which he still wouldn't disclose as to purpose and location, she would advise him before he departed on ship, blimp, sub, hot air balloon or plane that she was quitting the team. How ghastly last Wednesday had been! She ought to have had nightmares about it.
She didn't. The mudfight eased tensions with no permanent disfigurement? Was that it?
She patted her cheek. Hmmm, a bit of oil ought to help, at least Mom and Dad would say so. Marlene dotted her digits with oil from her special gland and dabbed the sore spot. She closed her eyes to breathe deeply of natural, normal otter musk, welcome as flowers in May.
Her daily grooming finished, she hit the pond for seventeen laps, six deep dives and ended up floating peacefully on her back. What a superb sunny day! And guests to perform for in three hours, too, such fun that life offered, different than California, which had been pretty sweet.
"Can I - May I come - I mean, enter your habitat, Marlene?"
She answered Skipper without looking at him. "Sure."
He aced a pike dive into the pond like a knife, no splash, barely a ripple. He stayed down three times longer than she could at her best. Was he avoiding her?
Finally, Skipper rose to swim on his back beside her. They breathed in tandem with no words until Skipper's firm "You are my significant otter" broke the silence.
"You're cute, too," came the steady reply.
"So where do we stand?"
"You tell me."
Marlene surveyed her chest; all six nipples hid inside like usual when she swam. Since Skipper liked when she did this, she swirled the fur over them coquettishly until she halted herself. "I think I need a fresh start."
"Do that pronto and I'll watch."
She frowned. "I mean from both of us about our Thing because it's out in the open with no secrets from the team, friends and fellow zoosters."
"Aw, Marlene, I do touchy-feely like Chico Marx plays the harp." Skipper slapped his feet louder than normal on the water's surface. If he were a civilian, she would have called it a tantrum.
"I don't expect perfection and hey, wait, didn't Chico play the - "
"Exactly."
She chewed on this for some time, paddling at his side. It was true, her love in flux for this penguin resembled the tides, sometimes out, sometimes in, always there. Over the past three days, she had come to grips with the notion of a longer lasting relationship than she had ever planned in her life. The challenge of how to keep it fresh proposed a more serious pathway that intrigued and puzzled her by turns.
"Play it by earhole, Commander McTerse." Was that a flinch? "I mean," she added more softly, "I don't want to hear you gush or call me babe in public, I mean, well, how about a hug or paw squeeze now and then? Just to show others we're together-together."
He spun in the water in what looked like approval. "With no words? I can do no words because action is more my bag. All right, babe." He held her paw. They sculled, hearing early morning zoo sounds, seeing the just born blue of the sky, feeling the cool water against their waterproof coverings, smelling the chlorine and tasting contentment.
"My cheek is still sore." There came another flinch and he made to pull his flipper away, but she held onto it. "I'm not reporting to the Big Boss. You didn't mean to hit so hard and, and I guess I'm daintier than I thought I was."
"I'm sorry." He leaned over for the smallest butterfly kiss in the world to her sore cheek and then inhaled her fur. "It's all my fault."
"Let's move on."
"You got it, babe."
Ten minutes, three dives and one tandem porpoising around her pond perimeter later, they relaxed more into their usual casual chat.
"So you peeked at me before announcing yourself? Why?"
Skipper cleared his throat. "Simple recon. If you'd looked grumpy, I might have run away to visit another day. What were you doing, anyway?" He glanced at her tits.
"Are you sure you want to know? It's touchy-feely." She had the power to make a commander of commandos run away. Huh.
"Crap. I - I - yeah. Seguro. Bring it."
It felt like a step in the right direction to tell him this in confidence. "I'm just out of heat and my nipples get sore at that time so I don't oil them up and now I can and it feels good to massage them again." She heard him swallow with a glunk.
"Okay? I guess? Thanks for telling me aw shit."
Marlene chuckled. "You asked."
"Mammals."
"Rightarooney. Mammals."
He tugged her nearer and leaned in to sniff her throat, ogling down her body. "I like how your tits look under water. They're a holiday gift all wrapped up just for me to open."
"Sniff all you want, you can't smell my musk underwater."
"Bet I can." Without further words, he let loose her paw to stick his beak underwater.
She angled away from him before he choked himself sniffing. "Let's stay in the friendzone, huh?"
"Not forever, I - I - um - "
Gah, what did he think? "No! Naturally not forever, I mean a little while longer. Not forever." Time to change the subject. "How is the kids' room progressing?"
"Want to come see? Like right now?" So eager he was, awwwwww. Teasing was called for.
"Well, no, I don't, so some other time. Any missions upcoming from Overseas HQ?" If he said he planned to zip across the Big Pond for a top secrety-secret something-or-other with the Big Boss, she'd tell him here and now that she planned to quit. It would spoil their pleasant morning, though.
"No, all's quiet on the Eastern Front. I decided not to bother Her Big Bossiness with our problems unless strictly necessary since the attempted coup in Atlantis, hell I didn't mean to spew that so you didn't hear anything, right?" Marlene shrugged and then nodded. All Atlantis meant to her was a hecka wordy song from a long time back before she was born. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask Skipper once more how old he was, but she'd be put off again so nah, not worth the breath. She appreciated a more confident Skipper than the one who dove into her pond thirty minutes ago. His voice stirred something deep inside her, something she tamped down as he continued.
"I'm positive we can work things out here in Central Park despite Roy, Burt and the whole damn zoo knowing our private business. Shit, the only worse sitch would be if humans found out."
"Everyone has a bad day now and then. We tried our best to keep covert, Skipper."
"We sure did! You were splendid!" She felt cheered by his cheerleading as he no doubt intended, the stinker. Dang, he was good at his job. Come to think of it, so was she as sometimes-commando. It couldn't hurt to add to his stash of intel before she quit, she waffled.
"Speaking of last Wednesday's mud fight - "
"Didn't we move on, querida?"
"In a minute. I never thought that I'd join in the traditional Goodbye To Annual Flowers Mud Fight, but I did."
He glanced sideways at her. "I can't begin to parse that."
Mom, give me words. "It's a human tradition Mom and Dad told me about where a posse of friends planting rice flings mud on June 6th and the one getting the most mud stuck on is the most popular boy or girl in the paddy."
"That would be you." He was getting bolder and rubbed the pads on her palm as a short-lived tingle rippled through her. "You looked like a teddy bearus cutus gigundus afterwards."
"You think? My pond filter got clogged when I washed it off and Maurice The Zookeeper had to put on scuba gear to clear it."
He still stared at her chest. "Huh. How about that."
"You look like Savio about to eat me, chest first."
He shrugged until water washed over his throat. "I'm a boob bird."
"A booby? Don't they fly over ginormous oceans, fail intelligence tests and have blue feet?"
"Oh stop, you know what I mean. I never knew it before I got involved with a mammal."
"You and I are pretty special."
"Um. I meant Doris."
"Oh."
IOIOIOIOIO
Skipper yearned to twiddle Number Five Titty out of habit. Someday she would respond with enthusiasm, his gut just knew it. "And about that other thing, Doris's nipples are naturally inverted inside her titty slit - "
"Stop! I don't need to hear this. I'm not like you and want to bang just everybody I meet."
Marlene, you have a huge, misshapen bent for exaggeration plus I have never given that impression, therefore you are wrong. "Hmmph. I do not. There's a whole list I keep of unattractive species: flamingos, lions, zebras, hippos, giraffes, cockroaches - "
"Why not flamingos? You're both birds."
He had to come up with a reason? "Um, well, just going by Pinkie, they're all sarcastic which would shrivel Little Skipper down to nothing. I'm good, but no bird is that good. The best sex begins in the think melon."
Marlene snickered. "And proceeds downstairs - "
"Well, seguro, mi corazón. But it starts upstairs."
"Agreed."
"Little Seaman Recruit Skipper" - she made as if to flick the tip of his cock nestled in belly feathers and he twitched - "gets excited about boobs. I get that, I do." She rubbed one ripped black shoulder, instead. "I get turned on by muscles."
"Different strokes for different folks." He sobered at an uncomfortable memory. "I overheard Chuck Charles and Bonnie Chang fight last year when they visited the zoo. They got it on for awhile right after we returned from Åland and then split up, you know."
"How did you find out?"
"Don't let my casual disinterest fool you. I know everything about Chuck Charles." Chuck and Bonnie's off duty zoo visit turned mean in that horrid pre-break up way. It seemed Chuck hollered Banzai! at certain inappropriate moments, while Bonnie's inverted nipples formed part of the ammunition that Chuck fired indiscriminately with enough rancor to downgrade Skipper's opinion of his favorite anchor team's offcamera character. Skipper hadn't liked reassessing two A-list humans, but their argument over something unfixable did add to his nipple intel. Eh, what was Marlene saying?
IOIOIOIOIO
"Siempre estaremos ahi para ti."
"Huh? Who's the ti and why not estoy?"
She had his full attention. Good. "Because it's one for the money, two for the show, and three to get together-together in a relationship, as Mom and Dad drilled into me at puberty. The ti is the relationship while estaremos is you and me."The next words left her lips before she could stop them and once she heard them aloud, she agreed with them as she flicked water onto his face. "Soy tu reina, mi rey."
He choked out, "Nada es eterno, mi reina," while his shoulders heaved and he squeezed her paw hard.
Comforting, she could do comforting. If he belonged to the zoo as much as he claimed, then she belonged to the relationship and making it work. "So we live each day as it comes, Skipper. If I can do it, you can, right?"
He nodded before he turned his face away from her, the softy. When he turned his face back after dunking it into the water, he mumbled, "Don't bring all your sappy emotions to the table, Marlene, this is love." The pond water had washed away what she absotively knew were tears.
She had thought of a followup to her loud raspberry at his words when he blindsided her with Routine Thirty-Two: Confuse And Distract. "Regarding boobs, more than a beakful is too much."
Marlene bppppd another raspberry before replying. "Yeah, I get that when you keep going and going like the Energizer Bunny on mine even though it doesn't do anything for me."
He stayed quiet for a long time and she thought she heard him mutter Bonnie, forgive me for outing you but before she could ask, "Whaaaaat?" he blurted, "Your inverted nipples make it tough for me to please you, babe. I try hard."
"Huh? I've never thought about it. Aren't mine the way every other female mammal's are?"
Oh good grief, he talked so fast she couldn't make out the words easily. "Nopecauseyou'reanAsianshort-clawedotter."
"Well, excuse me, I never looked at other nipples! I don't swing that way! Gross gross gross."
It seemed she deployed Routine Thirty-Two to confuse him. "I don't - why can't - understand - why gross, Marlene?"
A slurry of feelings swirled through her. "It. Just. Is. End of story."
"I can't fight your pre-conceived misconceptions."
"Good."
"Gotta go." He disengaged, dove deep and then spiraled upwards from her pond into her plane tree. Wow, he seemed adrenaline charged by something because he'd never exited so powerfully before. Leaves pitter pattered down as he somersaulted onto the brick path.
"Bye!" she shouted.
"Bye!" came the echo, or maybe it was his reply. Whatever, she grumped to herself as she entered her cave. A friendly game of tiddly winks remained set up on the floor, prelude to well, whatever led to something or other. Eventually.
Marlene grabbed the squidger and snapped one wink, missing the oyster shell target cup by a mile before calming herself into showing her skills. She squoped and won the game against herself handily. It was okay, sort of restful.
It was good to have a quiet night like this once in a while.
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