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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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"Wh-What's she doing, Kowalski?"
"She? I observe nothing to indicate --- "
"Well, it's from me, so it isn't am it, it's a she. No hes involved, unless you added a little something of yourself to the mix --- "
"Of course not! That would have contaminated the entire experiment! Purest scientific blasphemy! Watch what you say, Marlene!"
Marlene stood her ground. "Hes and shes together aren't contamination, Kowalski. Watch what you say."
Kowalski uttered a hmphhh and then peered through the crystal containment unit housing the Petri dish. The lively specimen within batted against the sides of the unit and then bent in a strange way. The scientist would have said that it mooned him if the general shape weren't that of a hand. "Er, the female principle culture is under thorough study, but I don't have a hypothesis yet. In the seven weeks since the culture germinated, it's grown into grayish blobs merging into blue green bumps and now a solitary putrid smelling baobab. Ew, the fingers waggling evoke a certain nausea, do they not?"
"Putrid I understand," commented Marlene, "but what is a baobab?"
Kowalski put on his teaching tone. "It's sometimes called the upside down tree because the branches look like they are its roots sticking into the air, which is especially apt since the tree is common in the upside-downiest, craziest place on our planet, Madagascar. Did we ever tell you about our adventures there?"
Marlene played patty cake through the crystal barrier with the fingerlike extrusions rising from the pink agar. They were one half the size of her own digits. She shook her head, still entranced by the concoction that had come from her body. "Aw, no, I don't think so --- "
"You'd remember if we had, believe me."
"Then the answer is no. Hey, 'Ski, tell me some other time, okay? This little gal is cute!"
The nascent growth mirrored Marlene's movements in a robotic fashion. Kowalski set the containment unit's illumination filter to full and the crystal blackened to hide its inhabitant. "It's time for it to rest." He noted some data on his clipboard before placing it on the lab shelf. "Don't get emotionally attached to an experiment, 'Eenie. Word to the wise from someone who's been there and done that."
She scoffed at his serious look. "What harm could it do? I think you worry too much."
"I've learned to control my passions for Science."
Marlene appeared skeptical. "Are you crossing your digits behind your back, um, forget I said that. Pooh, Kowalski, I'm having trouble believing that about you. You're a passionate guy, for a scientist type. Take Doris, for example --- "
"She is history in my experiment archive, gathering dust."
"That's a little harsh, I mean she once meant a lot to you."
"That was true; it's no longer true. I loved and lost, and loved again. I'm happy now."
She spilled the metaphorical grains of salt she had been prepared to swallow his words with because anything for a friend. "Then I, I am happy for you." She skittered for the lab's door. "Keep an eye on her like you promised because the female principle can't really be caged."
He was back to swelling with hubris. "My containment units are top of the line, to my specifications. Rico barfed them to perfection."
She felt a doorknob moment coming on as she heard the pride in his voice. "Somebody ought to quote Sherlock Holmes at you, Science Guy: The motives of women are inscrutable. Gotta go keep a play date with Skipper for me to trounce his tailfeathers at snowballing, seeya around the habitats."
Kowalski waited until the lab door closed behind her before declaiming, "I refuse to predicate any experiment of mine on nonsense spewed by a fictional detective. I shall and will discover the female principle and use it to our male advantage, so help me Kinsey."
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"Coming at you!"
Shading his eyes with one flipper against noontime sun, Skipper batted away the snowball like Ichiro with his other one. "Is that the best you can do, Marlene?"
"Not even close!" Marlene lobbed a softball pitch, Skipper dodged and the snowball splatted against a thick bicep. He kissed one brawny expanse and then the other as if Hulk Hogan were judging his toned physique on Muscle Beach.
Marlene kicked up the scanty snow at her feet in a fit of pique. "Not fair! I don't have a chance --- "
"Baw boo hoo, afraid of competition?"
Now there flew a flurry of packed snowballs as fast as she could throw them. "Jerk!"
"Hey now, I am not!" Shoulders set, he forged through the barrage like an icebreaker approaching the Weddell Sea in mid-July. "You're pissed at the wrong guy. I wasn't the one bringing up past romances. I'm not anything like Guillermo." Flippers akimbo, he pierced her with a hurt expression until she felt chastened.
"Maybe a little around the edges inside, you are." She looked at him cross-eyed. "But you don't resemble him" --- she sniffed --- "or smell like him." She glanced down. "That's a good thing, just so you know."
He stood shoulder to shoulder with her as he faced the opposite direction. She stayed stiff when he tried to sway her sideways. He desisted.
"Chill like a penguin, Marlene. Guillermo may have been an otter, but his memory has you buffaloed."
She managed half a titter. "Heh."
"Any news from Penny?"
Marlene waved a paw. "She's fine, back to normal, I guess. She told me that if Alice's mystery is that she's training for the Half Marathon on March 18, her lunch diet needs a change from chips, broccoli tidbits, vitamin pills, and diet cola. It's not very interesting intel."
"Alice must be pigging out at breakfast and dinner, then, because she's slopping around chunkier than before. Maurice The Zookeeper helps her out more than ever. I'm placing Alice Issues on the tip toppiest back burner for the nonce."
"Okay. Maybe my imagination ran away with me. You're right to take Alice off your tip toppiest front burner."
Skipper cast about for cheer. "I had a good thing happen today. Want to hear about it?" Always give options when practical, he thought, and when time permits.
"Yeah, sure." She continued staring down at the scanty snow cover.
"You're looking at it. There hasn't been much snow this winter and it's good having a break from routine like that."
Marlene grunted. "Yeah, sometimes. Other times you gather routine around your shoulders like a cloak in one of Private's plays he likes so much. It can be comforting." She kicked a crosshatch pattern in the snow and he hooked his leg through hers in a wrestling move designed to topple an opponent. He pulled until her supple otter spine bent sideways. "No, don't. I don't feel like it."
Okay, cut your losses, Skipper. "I'll leave."
Commotion from the lemur habitat drew their attention like a blast of rubidium would. "Damn, another jitterbug contest. I like big band music as much as the next penguin, but --- "
"Guillermo liked mariachi. You have that in common with him."
Skipper thought it best not to chuckle. "Well, with a name like Guillermo, that's natural, chica."
"Hear from Kitka lately?"
"No. She moved her nest. I don't expect ever to see her again."
The boombox switched from a lively Opus One to a slower paced I'm Getting Sentimental Over You. "You sound okay with that."
"Private might not handle the meetup well, so I'm more than okay with the idea of leaving her flying into the mists of time past."
"Poetry from you? Man oh man, you've changed in three months, Skipper."
"Don't tell anyone. It was a slip of the beak."
"Oh. Yeah, that's a good thing, then." The music blared The Beer Barrel Polka. "I want some more fun before you go. Help me make it through the night, Skipper."
"What? It's lunchtime."
"Play with me, come on, it's not Fun Day but I need you."
"As a friend, you mean, well all right. I'm yours to command --- "
Marlene rolled her shoulder over his until she pressed her belly to his back. "Did anyone ever tell you you're really ticklish?" She tickled both pits until he bent over, out of control.
"Oh yeah, bird, I got you where I want you --- "
He couldn't talk but he could reach around to grab her thighs. He hoisted her into a horsey ride around her slushy habitat meadow. She rode him hard until coming upon her plane tree and then she swung all her weight to the right to make them fall.
"Ugh, right in the slop, you goon, why'd you do that --- "
His solid weight captured her right paw and she didn't want him to leave just yet. "Wrestle?"
"I've already got you pinned, what's the point?" She kicked his tail.
"Now that's no fair. My tail is as sensitive and full of nerve endings as yours. That hurt. Ow. Owwie. Outchie, waaaaaaa I'm telling mom --- "
Before she knew it, he straddled her belly to slam both paws into the combination of snow and mud. She wriggled knowingly under his imprisoning body until he gasped. "Oooh, something else is sensitive, don't tempt me --- "
"We boys have a defense against illegal tactics." He swept his legs together to her left side while keeping her paws confined. He leaned hard over her ribs, his beak close to her muzzle. "Give?"
It was long enough a bout to get her adrenaline pumping, so she gave. "I give."
He sat up, rubbing his tail. "You're too easy."
"Guillermo didn't think so. It was one of the last things he shouted at me when we broke up."
"Tee Em Eye, Marlene." Julien kept up his forties music kick with the Andrews Sisters' Bounce Me, Brother, With A Solid Four.
"Guillermo used to bounce me with his solid four --- "
"Did he now? Tell me more, mamacita." He took up the challenge when she thought he'd back off and she stuttered.
"F-Forget I said anything, not thinking clearly, in a weird mood, I guess --- "
He dripped a blob of snow on her chest. "We cool? You going to make it through the night?"
"I get by with a little help from my friends, you and Prince Buzzy." She smiled sweetly. "He knows the ins and outs of me even better than you do."
"Who's Prince --- oh! Tee Em Eye up to eleven, Marlene. I'm leaving. Sleep tight tonight."
"Who says I'll wait until tonight?"
Skipper vaulted quickly away. "Ack! Adios!"
"Goodbye, m'friend."
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"Team, as of last week, I am one hundred percent legal in Denmark." Skipper leaned back into Private's preening of his coat after he'd washed away mud. "And damn, it doesn't get better than that."
Private continued mashing the finely shaped feathers between his beak to spread the waterproofing oil. Kowalski flung his flipper around Rico's waist. "I can imagine. Denmark might serve now to vacation in, right?"
"Maybe. Yes, Rico, I realize you want to visit a fjord again like we did in Åland" --- Rico shrugged noncommittally and Skipper took note --- "you mean it's off your bucket list?"
Rico's grin was sheepish. "Hpayhere." The couple swayed together, hip to hip, lost in each other.
"Huh. How about that. Things change, I guess, right, Private?"
"Mmmglpshhhhmmm." Private worked onward. "I'm happy enough here, too. bbblllmph."
"You mean you're done with travel? That's surprising to me. Aww, you cutiepie, you're just full of surprises. Come here." Private squawked at the horseplay as Skipper upended him to burble against his tummy. Unleaderlike murmurings rose from the snowy depths of Private's belly feathers as Skipper indulged in lover babble with a greater ease than he had with Kitka.
"Stop! Please."
"Eh? Okay, it's time for calisthenics, anyway. Topside, men." Skipper turned playful. "First one up into the snow gets to make snow angels now that we finally got a smattering of snow."
Rico leaped up as if on springs with Kowalski right behind as Skipper set one foot onto the ladder. "Whether we wear FitBits or not, I'll outdo you in whatever exercise you want, Private --- what's the trouble, babe?"
Private hung behind, flippers tapping in agitation. He saw what he was doing and stopped. "Skippa, did you like wot we did a week ago on St. Valentine's Day?" His voice sounded solemn.
"Wh-Why, yes, Private. You were in top form, we enjoyed each other to the max after raiding the Danish Embassy, what more could any penguin want in one day, why do you ask?"
"I thought you got bored after your perfect mission success." Private sat on the bottom bunk. "You looked like you were countin' the pigeons in the flock that flew over our island right before I came like a freight train, or so you called it."
Swift as thought, Skipper shuttled to the bunk to sit beside his love. "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry, too. I tried hard."
"You sure did! I came eventually, remember?" Skipper leaned into Private's shoulder and instead of nuzzling back, Private stayed slumped.
Skipper sighed. "As commander, I need to think of our next mission. Frankie clued me in that Frances Alberta is up to something, and just because we've not seen her since Hallett doesn't mean she's not planning an ethnic cleansing of us zoo animals." He resolved to comfort as best he could, lover or commander or both. "I was admiring your delts flexing as you slammed inside me and looked up and the flock reminded me of work, well, um, I apologize for being distracted. It's all on me." There. He was proud of how he handled that.
"And you believe Frankie, that braapin' troublemaker?"
"Don't swear, Private. It doesn't suit you."
"Wot does?"
Another tack might drag out the reason for this discontent. "You suit me from babyhood to now. As for what suits you, well, you're adult and make your own choices. I must suit you, correctamundo? You came on to me."
"It's been bloody marvelous, but you know, Skippa, I keep wonderin' when I'll join the list of Kitka, Juana, Araceli, Viola, and maybe K--- "
Skipper rushed to dam the flood of words. "Seawater under the bridge of sighs, Private. I was your first but you were not mine. No bird can change his feathers back into downy fluff." He hugged Private's dejected delts. "Come on now, buck up. You and me are a we, you haven't lost me or vice versa. I love you." He frowned. "I've told you many times that there was no Viola."
"Mmm, perhaps not, but was there a K---" A gleeful booming baritone drowned out Private's mumbled question.
"Skipper, you have got to see this! Rico and I made art in the snow!" Kowalski's shout echoed into the lair along with Rico's wild gabbling.
"In a minute, men!" Just like that, the sober mood broke into darker territory as Private acknowledged his deepest fear in a way that Dr. Phil would have approved.
"You'll get tired of me. I'm dull and not like you and h-haven't big fat world spannin' adventures like Manfredi's and Johnson's to share on a wintry holiday night like tonight --- "
Skipper came close to losing it. "Shut up about them. Life is for the living, you and I are living. It's you and me and damn, do I have to say it again?" A solution presented itself. "Look, I propose a hiatus to sex because that is what seems to have triggered this. Sex isn't everything, guv'na. We'll have good times without it." He spoke to reassure himself as well as his love. "You'll see."
"Y-You mean a hiatus like when the Lunacorns got gobsmacked by a writin' strike last year?"
"Yes, babe. Like that." Skipper took a chance and ruffled Private's head feathers and the young penguin didn't lean away.
"I missed them."
"They returned with new episodes, or so you tell me. I've, er, been otherwise occupied when they come on."
Private thought some more. "Um, honey, n-not even wankin' ---"
"Of course not. No wanking is implied."
Private's level of enthusiasm slipped a notch. "I'm up for calisthenics, Skippa. Thanks for listenin'." He pecked Skipper's cheek. "I'm glad you're my main squeeze."
Skipper's breath hitched. "Me, too."
"I'll visit Marlene after exercisin', I think. Come along?"
"Not now. She'll like the company, I'm sure. Tell her hi." Marlene's disposition earlier gave Skipper pause. "You might ask her relationshippy questions. Remember how she helped with Operation: Beaver Love Hexagon?"
"She did? I was there and I don't remember anythin' sexy about --- "
"You've got sex on the bean, boyo! It's a hexagon, not sexagon, and it means a six-sided geometrical figure. Think Becky, James, Stacey, Logan, Carlos, and Kendall."
"Righto." Private rallied his emotions up to resigned from despondent, hoping the exercises would prove inspiring.
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"Skipper's Log Home Version 4.9: I never thought this would happen to me." Skipper's voice got small, but luckily the auto pick up feature on the tape recorder supplemented the volume. "I never thought I would live to the age for it to be common. It shouldn't be common for me now." He pursued his self-pleasure doggedly and made progress after ten minutes. He concentrated only on the mission and tried to forget about time. Nothing had ever mattered quite as much in this particular way and he wanted to be able to say that he had given it all his effort.
The tape recorder continued recording because Skipper forgot to turn it off and later on in the month when he searched for the spot on the tape to begin another entry, he was forced to hear what took place all over again. He ditched the tape quick as a ferret could become hyper and stuck in a new one at that point.
Rico and Kowalski burst into the lair talking loud about this Presidents Day holiday and laughing boisterously at something. Skipper turned over to face the inside of the bunk he shared with Private on an as needed basis and jacked only fast enough to idle his engines as he kept up his momentum. With all his discipline, he blanked out their happy voices to retain focus on the matter at hand. He visualized hard completing the act he'd begun on Black Friday with his love, but thinking hard didn't turn him hard enough.
"Skipper, why are you in bed at this time of day? Are you sick?" Kowalski's nurturing instinct homed in on anything out of the ordinary that happened to involve physical wellbeing within the team. As he approached the bunk, he became worried.
His commander made an inarticulate sound like hlpme when his lieutenant's flipper touched him gently to find out the trouble. When he was rolled over so that Kowalski could see better, the problem was obvious.
Rico recoiled. "Srytrintrupt, 'Kippppaaaah! Kwoskii, lesgo!" He was halfway up the ladder when Kowalski called him back.
Drawing upon all Dr. Phil's wisdom, Kowalski managed, "You can't change what you don't acknowledge."
"Mmmhm." It seemed inarticulate was Skipper's style this afternoon and Kowalski dealt with it. He hadn't wanted to eavesdrop in their quarters despite bunks which acted as echo chambers to nighttime activities with the right barometric pressure. It was a good thing that they were all so close in spirit that embarrassment happened infrequently.
"You and Private are having problems in bed?"
"Yuh."
"So you think you can't do him?"
"Er." At the affirmative reply, Rico squawked in denial. He flapped his flippers wildly for good measure until Kowalski elbowed him into subsiding.
Kowalski's next question came from his own wisdom and not Dr. Phil's.
"Is it because Private is so virginal that you don't want to spoil that in him? So today you want to, um, practice? And you can't?"
Silence.
Bingo, thought Kowalski. He gestured to Rico and knelt by the bunk. After a further jerk of the head, Rico joined him shoulder to shoulder as he knelt, too. They both lay flippers on their leader and in a moment, Skipper relaxed enough to allow the help to continue. "Ahhh," he said when Rico's effleurage caressed his chest over the bump of his worst scar and "Oh" when Kowalski drew upon his cock to firm it. That took longer than Kowalski calculated and when his efforts were crowned with success at last, he nearly tebowed in a non-ironic way.
"Mhhhh," said Skipper when Rico got inspired to knee-walk around Kowalski's back to hoist one of his commander's legs. When Rico's flippertip penetrated his opening, Skipper closed his eyes and moaned. As the movement inside him deepened to add a seductive flutter, he moaned louder and longer. When the crisis was hottest, Kowalski put pressure on the belly with one flipper and added a twist to each up and down slide when the other flipper reached the tip of the bashful cock.
Skipper came undone. "Ahzglaggle," he groaned at the short digs and came like a fourth grade science fair experiment involving vinegar and baking soda. Kowalski and Rico noted that he was a bubbler as opposed to a squirter.
"I broke my promise to Private," Skipper said when he could talk.
Kowalski withdrew his flippers from Rico's raspy tongue and gave a final lick himself to finish the job. Rico sagged up against the bunk as if he himself had come and his lover sat side by side with him.
Skipper addressed the backs of their heads, which made things easier somehow. "I promised him to stop dating Doris and Kitka and everybody else. We exchanged pebbles before having sex, for Cousteau's sake!" He pounded the roof of his bunk space three times accompanied by his trademark wordless yell. "Now I feel like a jerk!"
"Pssshfffft!" pooh-poohed Rico. He pointed to Faux Skipper languishing by the porthole. "Stopwifhimtu?"
"Heehoohahaha! Sorry, sir, I realize this is serious for you."
Rico chuckled and pointed to Miss Perky sitting on Private's trophy fish. "Eh?" This time Skipper giggled a little and when Rico indicated the trophy fish, too, he collapsed along with Kowalski. The release of laughter made the friends hysterical as they wound up with sore diaphragms.
"Ow. Little twinge there left over from Kastelholm."
"Let me do a thing or three about that --- "
"Not yet. I deserve some pain."
"Oh you do not. Neither Rico nor I are female so technically you did not break your promise." Kowalski drew a deep breath. "We will want to air out the HQ, sir. Your musk is as distinctively intoxicating as always. Private might return from visiting Marlene and think we've all three been doing something behind his back --- "
"I'd like to do something behind his back, or on top of it." They grew quiet. Skipper sighed after a span of time longer than it would take for Alice to make toast but shorter than hard boiling an egg.
"Thanks, men. This helped."
"You'll work things out, Skipper."
"Yah." Rico ascended the ladder to shove aside the food dish forming its cover to allow fresher air to circulate. He poked his head down from the top to warn them. "'Rivate nao."
They heard the young penguin's voice. "'Allo, Rico. Wot are you up to, then?"
"Nuffn. HowzEenie?"
"For not bein' a penguin, she gave some smashin' keen advice on ... things."
"Yahgud."
"Why are you stickin' your leg down the hatch and wigglin' it?"
"Chrlyhoss."
"Walkin' on it will make it hurt less. Hang on, I'll walk with you." The sound of their footsteps faded.
Skipper made a sound that Kowalski couldn't classify. "My Private. That's why I love him."
"I see."
"Yeah, and I want to do right by him. If I can't lick this problem --- "
"He'll understand."
There was only one reply to that. "He deserves better."
"Allow some time, sir. It's only been three months since you gave him your pebble." Kowalski got inspired. "'Lick this problem?' Starting with oral and moving out from there sounds like a short-term option. It'll involve him more than a flipper job, not that I am listening in on you at night, oh no."
Skipper was wise enough himself not to mention what nobody talked about as morning followed morning in their new relationship-laden HQ. "You think so?"
"Yes, and if you allow him to taste your pits, too, your androstadienone will speed up both of your blood pressures, heart rates and levels of the stress hormone, cortisol. You let him go first, and then you lick his. All good things follow after that. I'm sure they will."
"Kowalski! Stress is the last thing I need now! There's this and Phil breaking up with Mason again and the Alice mystery and the Frances Alberta mystery and the Mole Men mystery and then when you factor in the Mole Women --- "
Kowalski heard Rico and Private returning and hurried his speech. "Stress relief is sex scientificallytrythiswon'tyou?"
"I'll try anything short of giving him up except if it were for his own good. I'm desperate, viejo."
When Rico and Private hopped down the ladder, they found Skipper drinking a cup of sardine coffee and Kowalski flat on his back in his and Rico's SuperKing Size bunk. The scientist waggled a flipper at his lover. "C'mere, you. I want a nooner."
"Ah, Skippa and I'll just go for a swim, shall we? Honey, let's light out for parts known, all right?"
Skipper put down his cup. "Seguro, babe."
Private took over a full week to work up his courage to tell Skipper what Marlene had advised.
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