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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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Skipper stopped in his tracks on his way to visit Marlene on what she'd termed Greater Heat Day and he called July 23rd. He perceived that she entertained another visitor, one who owned a rich baritone that reverberated in her curved cave entrance. "No good lying, that sort of Skipper is ugly," the throaty tones said. "It would gross me out, too." Kowalski sounded soothing and so damn agreeable and, and emotionally intelligent. Was that slapping and tickling he heard? Small grunts and hisses? What the deuce?
Skipper hissed, too, as he edged his back to the wall, anger flaring inward because he'd always advised his troops don't eavesdrop because you'll never hear anything good about yourself.
Marlene, on the other flipper, sounded vicious. "And the way it wiggled and bugged out its eyes and scrabbled with its fins, ugh! I was glad to leave it."
"You're trembling, Marlene. Was the Skipper really that atrocious?"
"Rub hard right there, oh yes. Atrocious? You bet! I could hardly stand it when it crawled all over me. Ick. Ow, not that hard."
There followed pitty pap pat pats and a portentous silence.
Then Marlene yelped.
Skipper couldn't believe the echoes in the cool reaches of his love's cave. He opened his beak to call out "What the hamsteak?" until covert operations instincts kicked in. He didn't know whether to be glad or sorry that they did, but they were part and parcel of his character. He listened some more as he told his heart to beat more quietly.
"I've hurt you. I didn't know this was your first time." The concerned words came from no one else but his trusted second, Kowalski by name. Somehow he needed to repeat that intel to convince himself of its reality.
He'd heard his love's voice tense like this at the end of their mission two days back to give Roger a better workout than he usually got. He and Marlene had playacted being Roger's prey, evading the mock bites from an alligator with two-inch teeth. Thirty-one circuits of Roger's pool later, they had flopped beside him in boisterous breathless laughter. Roger claimed the exercise helped him lose weight, and who were they to argue? The stress he heard today in Marlene made Skipper's protective instinct war with his covert instinct.
"Do that thing that you did before. I can take it. If I can handle a week's marathon arting to finish the portrait of us all after switching to sepia plus deciding on oils rather than pastels, I can take this."
"We don't need to do so much initially. You'll be sore." This could not be what it sounded like, and why the braap would she be sore? Kowalski's block and tackle did not exceed his own. And the first time doing what, exactly?
"Not if you put my leg over your shoulder again - "
All right, he'd heard enough. What were they thinking, in broad daylight? Had the Space Squid's sex pollen attack delayed its effect until over a year later? Was this a Blowhole gambit to disrupt the team? Some love weapon from Hans' l'amour armory? That had to be it, because there was no way in hell Marlene could prefer Kowalski to him even if Kowalski shot her with his Love-U-Laser.
Skipper coughed, cleared his throat and scratched on the rough concrete wall of Marlene's habitat entrance. He whistled the latest tune from the Pferdegeschirr Sisters, the one that had all the penguins dancing with each other because who could know your moves better than your own brother? After a decent interval, and even though he heard no scrambling from the animals just out of sight behind the entrance's curved wall, he stepped into view because it was his right.
His jaw dropped.
Kowalski knelt on the floor, hovering over Marlene. She sprawled on her bed, biting her lip while Kowalski pinned her midriff. His other flipper forced the otter's leg to the side, solicitously grasping it behind the knee as he rotated the hip joint. Marlene's eyes remained locked on Kowalski, her brow arched, the expression strained on her finely-boned face. "Go away, whoever you are," she bit out. "Can't you see we're busy?"
Kowalski snapped his head around. "Skipper! Am I glad to see you!" He continued what Skipper now saw was a deep tissue treatment, similar to the one that Doc had performed on them both at various times when Doc saw them limp from pulled groin muscles. Kowalski pulled the leg gently up to his shoulder and then over his head, crossing the leg over the uninjured one just so far and no farther. Every smooth movement showed Kowalski's skill as both masseur and good friend of Marlene.
Skipper winced in sympathy. "I've had that problem before, Marlene, so hang in there. Kowalski knows how to start the healing."
Kowalski sounded as cheerful as ever Skipper had heard him; fatherhood suited him as much as Science did. "Yes, it's the slow stretches that are good for this. And the ice, too." He crossed her leg back over his head and then lay it down, wadding her pillow underneath the knees to alleviate back strain for her. Now Skipper could see the icebag that lay between her legs. Her waving feet struck him as somehow inappropriate. Kowalski ought to cover her up.
The otter appeared to know his feelings about seeing her in this position with his own second, not to mention his close friend. "Skipper? This isn't what it looks like?"
A bad start, to speak in questions rather than a firm explanation. Skipper tried and failed to sound casual. "That's right. It can't be. What are you two doing?"
"Kowalski, don't tell him!" Damn, he'd never heard her this desperate this long. He started to see red.
Kowalski began, "We're only - " before he closed his beak with a snap!
Marlene pulled a lightweight blanket from her feet up to her middle. It was uncanny how she sensed his wishes. He didn't know if he liked that. "All right, all right, dial down the embarrassment, Kowalski. Let me take it from here." She made an O of her lips. "Ooooh-kaaaaaaay. I didn't want to tell you, Skipper, that I strained every thigh muscle I own between the annual PT trials practice and our marathon swim helping Roger. So Kowalski - who didn't know that I didn't tell you - offered to help get my leg on track for today's mission. That's what you're here for, right, today's mission brief? What are we doing, anyway?"
Hmph. Keeping secrets and trying to redirect his ire to spelling out today's agenda. Well, well, well. "We're getting a bye on missions for today. I came over to find out if you wanted to see the frame I picked out for when you complete our family portrait. I'll be leaving now." He made to go, ruffling his feathers as a signal to another penguin, Kowalski in particular, that he was fifteen percent irked.
Kowalski drooped. Really, the bird thought entirely too much of Skipper's opinion of him. Fifteen percent was nothing and even fifty wasn't all that bad. It would not be leaderly of him to offer a bitchy reply. "Carry on treating her, soldier. We need every team member fit for duty - on another day."
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"Hey, mister! You don't get to pout on my watch!" Marlene flicked away the blanket and squared off with her lover. Kowalski's eyes got round as he stepped backwards to bump against the wall.
Marlene had the advantage of audacity in the face of military authority that the rest of the team rarely displayed. Her voice showed no trepidation as she stood up to him, peer to peer. "Aw, come on, Skipper. Don't leave mad."
The portrait tilted against the wall and Kowalski nearly stepped backwards through its stretched canvas that hid shyly behind a muslin drape; Marlene had confided earlier that the work showed all of them, Kowalski, Skipper, Marlene, Rico, Private, Tactic and Sally with expressions ranging from blissful to, well, more blissful. He picked it up carefully and settled it upon her easel. "Y-Yeah, please. I mean, yes, Skipper, at least allow me to get out of the blast radius!" He edged toward the drainage grate's welcome escape. "R-Rico and I are taking Tactic to the park to join Sally and P-Private. Catch you later! If you're both alive!" He dropped the grate after himself with a clang. Slaps of penguin feet diminished to echoes down the ladder to the underground conduit that connected their habitat with Marlene's.
Silence lasted almost six seconds after his departure. Skipper huffed thrice before spouting, "I'm mad, I get mad sometimes, get over it, Marlene. You knew I was like this when we got together-together."
Kowalski wasn't far enough away to miss hearing Marlene's raised voice. He cringed and dove into the water as she held her ground. "Well, you knew I like peace, more or less, sometimes!"
"You know that this means war!"
"Bring it!"
The waters closed over Kowalski's head.
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"Skipper, did you just turn the air blue?"
"Damn straight, Marlene, and I'm only getting started with my Angry Words! Other animals like me and don't consider me ugly, so if you want to break up with me, it's your loss!"
Marlene shrieked, "Ugly? Ugly? Whoever said you're ugly?"
By the Labyrinthine Mollusk's dolphin pods, he was full on shouting now as if she were an arch enemy. Did he place her on par with a villain because his pride burned to ash over a silly word? Ugh, men! "You did! You said that my eyes bugged out and you couldn't wait until I stopped touching you - "
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! We were discussing a mudskipper fish who lived in my old Aquarium in California! I used to be passed around for kiddies to pet during Know Your Water Creatures Show 'N Tell classes! The mudskipper was passed around, too, and sometimes it crawled on me, ickypoo. It was ugly." The words poured out and eased her heart's thumping. "It can breathe air for quite a while, so the aquarium docents let the kiddies stroke it, even if they liked my fur better and I'm a nicer animal." She preened herself with a smirk. "You know human kiddies, always curious." She blew a raspberry towards him along with an exasperated face. "Really, Skipper, your paranoia is ugly. Get over yourself. Nobody said you own anything but ruggedly handsome good looks."
Skipper looked thoughtful as he rubbed his neck. "A mudskipper?"
"Screwy small fish that skips from puddle to puddle when it isn't jumping like Jiminy Cricket. Yeah, mudskipper. Sheesh."
Marlene poured herself some water from her carafe with trembling paws. She drank too fast and coughed, rubbing her hip. "Ow."
"No pain, no gain." His tone was better, much better. Marlene still burned inside, though.
"Don't. Just don't."
"Don't what?" Oh his meek and mild expression, bleurgh. For a moment, she wished she didn't know him so well.
"You're glossing this over like an oyster builds up layers of glop over a grain of sand to make a pretty pearl, but the root of the pretty remains coarse and rough and irritating." Marlene was proud of her metaphor and simile.
Skipper knocked her reasoning for a loop. "Now you're calling me an oyster?" He made a big show of relief by wiping his brow. "Waaay better than an ugly fish. Thanks a heap."
She wasn't ready to let this go. "Isn't it time for you to leave? There's the drainage grate, what's your hurry?" She turned her back on him in a swift move fueled by anger and twisted her leg. "Ow."
"You're hurting. I can help."
"I'll live with the pain. Go home."
"I'm sorry you're hurting, honeygirl. It's all on me. Let me make it up to you. Spread your legs."
"No."
"Not for that, golly gee whillikers! Even macho commandos know when to take a break! No, I meant for a deep tissue massage. Kowalski says I'm getting better at giving one like what he just gave you."
Marlene couldn't help the prurience in her voice plus, she wanted to push his buttons for revenge. The dynamics of four adult males and two kiddies living together was just so far removed from her California aquarium background; she supposed zoo life in crowded New York City would be as crowded for animals as it was for humans. "You? And Kowalski? You massage each other?"
"He is my second. We have an excellent rapport."
"Is that what they're calling it nowadays?"
"I see you've fantasized about him and me. How unbecoming of you to smutify a simple commander-to-his-lieutenant relationship. Shame on you, Marlene. I'm leaving."
"Yeah, so go already. Ow!"
"Belay that. I'm staying. Bend over to a one hundred ten degree angle and hold."
"You can't order me to - "
"It's for your leg, chica. Right now I'm not interested in porking you."
"It's mutual."
"So."
"So?"
"So bend and spread 'em."
"All right. Ow!"
Skipper continued building pressure in the massage as she breathed harder and harder. "It'll hurt for a minute and then you'll feel a burn and a pinch. Discomfort ought to even out the more I rub, er, massage like I did when we thought Burt knew about us before we wanted him to."
Oh cripes, now he was turning sentimental about their dating past, the stinker. "Ouch."
"Hang in there. You can do this."
"Uh."
"Thaaaat's it. Relax, I can feel the swelling. Kowalski claims massaging maxitones blood flow for healing."
"I'll take - ugh - his word for it. I like Kowalski."
"So do I. Don't let on to him or he'll be insufferable."
"Uh!"
"I'm only lifting your tail out of the way."
"It's not a handle!"
"Hush and stay still. Five more minutes and we're done."
"I feel funny, sort of turned on - no, it can't be that."
"It's a natural reaction from your warm nature, Marlene. I expected it."
Little squeaks escaped her lips and she had to concentrate hard to speak. "I don't want th-this to happen."
"You're in the healing zone so it's all right."
"N-No, it's not!"
"You're tensing up. Think of oysters." Oysters who lived in the ocean, oceans with waves, waves crashing, pulsing, surging, sensual waves. Oh, no.
"That isn't helping! It's - oh - guh - I didn't mean to - what are you d-doing -"
"I tell you it's all right. I can dry off after I'm done. Do you think I'd let a little squirt come between us?"
"I don't squirt!"
"You didn't? Okay, you didn't. Must have been something else. Oh a gush and you're done. Here, I'll scoot the rug over the puddle and help you wash it later. Oops, a little drip. Like the song says, let it go, let it go, be one with the wind and the sky."
"Slow down!"
"Your muscles need this and the team needs your muscles. Brace yourself on the bed if you want. I'll adjust to a ninety degree angle technique. Three more minutes till treatment completion."
"Why - Why - Why did you use that word?"
"It's appropriate for this sitch. Relax, now. Oh ho, you're going up on your tippy toes, lady?"
"Not - Not - Not - No - No - N-"
"That's detrimental for this type of massage, Marlene. Come down from your tippy toes if you want to keep it together, but if you don't or, er, can't - "
"C-Can't!"
"That's an order oh never mind it's okay don't startle I'm reclining you flat on the bed. Spread 'em again, relax I'll do it for you."
"Guh!"
"One more minute. Don't try to lift your leg, I'll do it for you to save your sore core, your leg onto my shoulder, so. Just relax. I'll lead you through this. You're clutching the sheets, oh my, you're close."
Marlene remembered denying him his come. She realized that was the sort of play she'd never want in her mental toybox. "I'm - I'm - c-c- muh-muh-muhm ag-g-gain - "
"So I see. Easy easy ride through it, arching up yes that's what you needed, chica, a skilled rub down. Here's an extra minute of massage for good measure."
"Guh."
How could he sound so, so professional when she was coming apart yet again?
"Another?" he marveled. "Go you, babe."
"Mmmmmmmm." Blast her reactions! She quivered helplessly with tremors.
"Another and oh one more. Einstein's jockstrap, you're responsive! I'm bicycling your leg thrice aaaand now we're done. Here's your blankie to keep the muscles warm." He lay beside her on the outside of the blanket.
"Way t-to get back in my g-g-g-good graces, penguin."
"I never want to be out of them for long, chiquita."
Marlene sighed as the adrenaline receded. She'd been touchy the past three days for no good reason, well maybe because she couldn't decide on her next art project? "Mmmm, no more burn of the strain, just feels nice. Cuddle?"
"Always." He pillowed her head on his flipper and she sighed.
A long time passed that they declined to reckon. In the way of things, Skipper's other flipper meandered under the blanket's edge as he stroked the well-loved form. Marlene remained still until the little blip in her belly fur stopped the cruising.
"Eh?"
"Not a nipple. Keep going, it's nice."
"I know it's not a nipple. I'm not ignorant about female bodies, even mammal ones."
He thrummed and strummed. His explorer instinct led him to this and his wide-ranging intel base undoubtedly knew her navel's function when she was a fetus. She felt disinclined to lecture on birthing babies and how you nibbled off the cord per her mom's instructions and which Cthulhu had undoubtedly done a short span of days ago. Actually, now that she thought more about it, remaining childless sounded acceptable. Anyway, more acceptable than since before she and he got together-together. How cool was that?
"Fascinating, as Kowalski would say." He poked until she grunted. "Do you feel anything?" He sounded hopeful that he'd stumbled upon a new erogenous zone in mammals.
"I feel kinda urpy, yeah. Don't do that anymore."
The fascination continued as Skipper gentled his touch. "Eggs work better than nipples and mammal births," he concluded as time stretched out into sleepiness. "Nice and neat and - "
"Pure?" smirked Marlene.
"Well, you said it first. Pure creamy white, oval - "
" - and delicate because you could crack one - "
Skipper cringed. "Don't say it even once! It's too terrible to think about."
"I'm sorry, eggs are new to me and if my bellybutton seems new to you, we're even."
Skipper cocked a brow as he circled the small dimple. "Being even is important?"
"It so is, yeah." Marlene leaned away from the fondling because she discerned a nap coming on. She'd been a little more tired the past few days, too.
"Mmmm. So, taking turns being even - "
"Isn't being even, Skipper. No, it's gotta be all the time."
Skipper extracted his flipper from under Marlene's head to lean up on one elbow, still twiddling. "And you call me a purist!"
"You nut, really, Skipper, just stop or I'll, I'll do something you don't like."
"Make me." He switched to a kiss as he continued probing. "Mmmmmmm."
"Mmmmmno. I mean it this time." She pushed his rock-hard pecs. "No sex for a week. Keep on and I'll make it two."
He hissed in mock dismay, kissed and fondled until she grew angry. "Oooh, honeygirl, that little nose gets redder and redder. Pissed off, are we?"
She slapped him and he stopped, rubbing his cheek. "Damn. You've been working out."
"Yeah. What you said. And no means no."
"Okay." He arose and stretched. "I might get used to this celibacy thing."
Thoughts of napping fled like fleas before a spritz of Black Flag. "I never would say that." Let him think on it. He'd miss her if they never got it on again.
"I could do celibacy, don't you think?" His back was to her as he shot his cuffs, so to speak, primping the tips of the flippers that had the power to drive her to distraction because she let them.
"I d-don't doubt it, Skipper." An epiphany burst from her brain stem up to her cerebral cortex and shot back down. Celibacy? From him? Where did that leave her? Did he include Private in the deal? What should she say or do next?
"I'm teasing, Marlene."
Marlene closed her eyes, spread her paws and mouthed, "Thank you, Labyrinthine Mollusk."
He indicated the draped easel near her teapot. "Ready for the unveiling because I am."
"I am, too."
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