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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 dove into her pool nine seconds before Private vaulted her habitat barrier. When she surfaced after three minutes, his sober little face greeted her without its usual cheer. She, on the other hand, felt pretty darn good after her penguin Protector of the Zoo's visit and a trio of juicy oysters for lunch. "Private! Hi!"
"Hi, Marlene. Do you mind if I knock you up?"
"Hee, you're cute. Yes, I would mind, even if it were possible."
"Oh, um, righto, of course you would, sorry I wasn't thinkin' about you bein' American and takin' it the wrong way, got other things on my mind, I suppose. Have time for a chitchat, then?"
Marlene hauled out and sat beside her pool, splashing him with a grin as she kicked her feet. His answering grin was one hundred seventy-fourth the wattage of Miss Perky's. "What's up?"
He sat beside her and splashed her in return. "Skippa and I need your help."
"
Sure! Uh, not judging another burping contest, right, because that last one grossed me out so bad --- "
"Skippa said you might have an idea on how he and I can be happy again." Private looked down at his lap as he stopped splashing.
The last droplets trickled from Marlene's thighs back into the pool. She took a deep breath and hugged Private's shoulders. "Awww, I'm sorry you two are having problems! Whatever I can help with, I will, and that's a promise."

The young penguin's breath hitched as he leaned his head against hers and he took a moment to form the troubles into what he wanted to share with her without giving too much of his private life away. Outside of being Mr. Tux long ago, having a private life was different from his baseline, and he seized on Buck Rockgut's Routine Two: Peace Out to explain the sitch. "We commandos have a routine called Peace Out that says wot we need to do if we don't fancy somebody we live or work with."
Marlene tightened her grip in a spasm of shock and kissed the top of Private's head. "Whoa whoa whoa! You and Skipper don't like each other anymore after only three months? Whew, talk about fast!" Skipper's demeanor had hinted at none of these goings on, the stinker. Honestly, he was worse than a pismo clam at clamming up.
"I never said that!"
Marlene didn't hear him as she babbled in distress. "Look I know Skipper can be thickheaded and tough as nails but he's in love with you Private so give him another chance aw don't break up aw no aw geeeeeee --- "
"Marlene! Snap out of it!"
"Okay, watch the merchandise with the poking. I don't like bad touching, Private." She scooted away and crossed her paws over her chest after smoothing her white ruff back into order. "Start over from the beginning."
Private couldn't seem to sit still. He swayed as he swallowed a sob. "Um, this is hard to talk about."
Marlene softened. "I can imagine." She struggled to come up with a scenario. "Is Skipper back to his wandering ways, like he's headed out on a solo mission soon and when he goes you'll worry about him staying true because of all the other times he had no one to be true to and now he does? Need to be true, I mean."
"No. It's worse."
"Trust me, there's nothing worse than smelling somebody else on your man's fur when he's sworn --- never mind. Go on."
A solitary tear coursed down his cheek. "We're hiatusin' on sex because Skippa says I can't do him anymore because he says um implies he wants to do me now because we traded off um positions after our first time when he couldn't do me well all the way to the end I mean" --- he stopped to breathe --- "and it's bloody awful because he never never had problems with any females but now he's got problems d-d-d-doin' me and I'm afraid he won't be able to do it with me ever and he'll get tired of always havin' me inside him instead of us takin' turns and he'll he'll he'll break up w-w-w-with me-e-e-e--- "
Marlene was unprepared to comfort a wailing penguin who pushed his head into her lap and cried his heart out. This was serious in a way that she could never have imagined. Skipper as a bottom? That didn't parse in any scenario. Whooeee, he must really love Private if he allowed himself to --- aw. She patted Private's head and smoothed his flippers that covered his face. After a long time, he quietened. She thought he succumbed to exhausted sleep. "Rest easy, Private. I'll help you and Skipper," she whispered.
He twitched awake. "You're a jolly good friend to us, Marlene." He didn't move and maybe it was easier this way so she could gather intel without direct confrontation, for lack of a better word.
"So, Private, I don't know if Skipper told you or not, but I saw you guys by accident that first night and it looked like he had the upper flipper. What happened?"
"Oh. He only said that you knew about him and me directly after we exchanged pebbles. Right then. Well." He sniffed away some congestion. "He loves me and can't stand to hurt me, he says, so he let me do him all this time and well, naturally, he must be wantin' a change, I mean, who wouldn't after three months of a bit of the other every day and sometimes twice?" He clenched her knee. "I wouldn't, that's who, because I said he could always top and I meant it because as long as he was mine he could pound me into the bleedin' cement if he wanted like I've been doin' him --- "
"I'm uncomfortable, Private."
He coughed and sniffled into his flippers. "Sorry! I'll sit up --- "
"Not that way."
"Oh. Tee Em Eye?"
"You could say that." She closed her eyes but the image remained seared behind her eyelids. "Wow. All this going on at our zoo. It makes me want to return to the Aquarium."
"When life was uncomplicated, eh?" Private needed something absorbent before he pulled a Rhonda and got snot all over her.
"Hold that thought. I'll be back in a jiffy." Marlene braced Private's shoulders and he rose to a sitting position at the gentle nudges. She strode briskly into her cave to get a towel. After drying off her thighs, she returned to find Private looking resolute. She passed over the towel and he scrubbed his face in quick motions before blowing his beak and tossing the towel away.
"I'm in to fight for him just like if our sitches were topsy turvy because he'd, he'd do it for me. If he needs my help gettin' it up --- "
"Stop! Right now!"
"Wot? It's the truth."
"Lots of things are, Private, but we keep them on the down low especially between friends. Now onto the practical parts of getting you two --- "
"Switch hittin'?"
"Yeah, if you want to put it that way. Private, adding different things into sex reaps great rewards, you must have heard of fun things like dressup --- "
"He wouldn't stand for it. He's said so."
"--- dirty talk --- "
"He hates to hear me braapin' swear."
" --- aaaaaand toys."
Private perked up. "He never has said a blinkin' word about toys."
"Ahah! Progress! I just may have a little gizmo to keep a buzz going on for him." She had to giggle away some tension over this sort of conversation. "Literally --- hee hee. Um, Private, wait out here a moment."
Marlene reentered her cave and rummaged behind a sketch of penguins that she'd rendered on canvas. She was the only one who knew it was supposed to be penguins because it was done deliberately in the Mondrian style according to Burt, who had given her the idea.
There it was. She retrieved the dildo behind it with care and kissed it goodbye before wrapping a blue ribbon around the knobbed end. She took it into daylight after glancing around to see that no visitors or other zoo residents looked her way. It had never before seen the sun, she supposed, because she had brought it into her cave while it was new in its box. This next part would make her face flame like the grill on the hot dog cart, but hey, anything for a friend.
"Private, this is a dildo. See what it looks like? Well, that's what you use it for after putting this stuff on it. I keep mine inside the barrel." She opened the control end and showed him the generously sized tube of gel snugged next to the batteries. "Gentle is the keyword here, very, very gentle. It's not a substitute for the real thing but it's, it's a" --- how to explain this --- "condiment, like hot sauce. Things taste better when you use a condiment, right?"
Her metaphor went in one earhole and out the other. "That's wot we saw you play with after your guitar solo! I've never gotten close to one, let me feel it up." Private's eagerness made him impolite and he grabbed it out of her grasp. She smiled at his readiness until the words sunk in.
"What?"
He went on fiddling with the dial. "This settin' is for slow because it has a turtle and this one with the hare is for turbo, I'm guessin'?"
"Yeah you got it in one but what? You saw me?"
"That's right, when everyone got mad at us for keepin' private security files on them. I destroyed all the files, Marlene, so don't worry. Everyone's secrets are burnt to ashes and I vacuumed the ashes away." He offered a sunny smile. "Feel better?" He returned to hefting the weight of the ivory cylinder.
"Not much," Marlene growled as he spun it like an eskrima stick and made her nervous. "Like you said, this is hard to talk about." She turned away from him and glowered at the lack of privacy in any zoo or aquarium. How much different her life would be if she were actually born in the wild and living there as an adult. Hmmph. Being feral full time would be great.
"Yea, forsooth, milady." He was shorter than Skipper so his embrace from behind made his beak slither into her pit and she giggled whether she willed it or not. "We're all friends here, as you said not all that long ago when I was moultin'. I understand that you have needs, Marlene."
"Mmmhmm, yeah, that's nice. I think. Maybe? Oh stop that, you're tickling me. Stop!"
He looked like his mood returned to the hopeful side that she herself hoped he never lost for good and he giggled a little, too. "All righty roo then. Thanks for the toy. I'm up for wotever else you may advise."
She had to ask. "What does Peace Out have to do with you and Skipper?"
He put on a face that aged him beyond his years. "Peace is not the lack of healthy conflict, Marlene, and when we four spend so much time together, conflict happens. Buck Rockgut said, before he turned nutter, that is, that you walk a mile with someone in your unit you temporarily dislike and then you, you, see where your common ground is as you stroll about. Peace happens after we work for it because, Marlene, I don't want to think about it but I dislike Skippa now and then even though I love him. Does that make sense?"
"So much, Private, I can't believe it. You go for all you want in life, m'dear."
She could tell that Private preened himself figuratively. "Righto, wot else you got for me in the way of advice?"
Marlene thought of Guillermo. Nope, no inspiration there. Then the image flitted by of her solitary cross country trip in a shipping crate to The Big Apple from California. Hmm, there might be something ... "Take a road trip together? Not too far away for starters, maybe upstate?"
"Yeah, Skippa loves the outdoors."
"And Private? What does the private like?"
"Anythin' that Skippa likes."
Trouble ahead. "Yeah, see, that's not good in a relationship. You have your circle of outside friends and interests and so does Skipper, and when your circles overlap, it's beautiful." Desiderata, that was the name of the best poem she'd ever heard in a lifetime of generally avoiding poetry. "And when you realize that you are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars and you have a right to be here, you conclude that yours and Skipper's lives won't always overlap, and that's beautiful, too." Another snippet came up and she couldn't resist quoting it. "I do my thing and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine."
She frowned. That last came from another source, but hey, it sounded good to mesh with the first. She squinted at Private. "Get all that?"
"I'm tryin'!"
"Take it easy, bubbeleh. What didn't you get?"
Private flipped the dildo end for end. "Y-You mean that I should, should ... oh, Marlene, I'm gormless! I don't understand!" Before he bawled again, and by the quivering lower beak that appeared imminent, she had to, er, head him off at the pass.
"Whoa, cowboy, ease up on the reins! Breathe. Now again. One more. What I mean is that when two animals cater too much to each other, the third thing in the relationship, the, the relationship itself, gets shorted, you see, and that's hard to think about when you're just starting out with a serious lover."
Private balanced the dildo on one flipper idly, teetertottering it as his brow worked up and down in thought. Marlene got inspired. "See this dildo? Up and down, up and down, each penguin taking a turn on the, um, teetertotter." She was reaching to form a lesson as hard as she ever did for Becky, Stacy, Carlos, James, Logan and the other beaver whose name she'd forgotten, oh yeah right, Kendall. Heck, balancing six loves was tough, but she was only balancing two today. A little voice whispered go for it, Marlene. "Now if two sit on the same end, there's no playtime and if one sits too near the middle, the other one works harder to keep the play going than the first does."
Private continued the teetertotter, silent.
The voice insisted you can do this, Marlene. "So, Private, whatcha think?"
He surprised her. "I'm thinkin' that I need to do more thinkin'. I know wot makes me happy, and doin' wot he likes makes me happy." He turned soulful eyes to her and her heart melted. "How is that wrong?"
Ulps, said the little voice. "It's not! It's just that when you do more things for him than he does for you, it's unbalanced, don't you see? And the whole teetertotter falls apart." She knocked the dildo to the ground as she separated his flippers widely. "No more fun times, no more nothing. Then he says he doesn't like making all the decisions and you ought to be more assertive and then when you are, he doesn't like that either and then he breaks up with you, well it was actually mutual."
"Wot?"
That blast from the past burned her tail. "Never mind, long story that will never apply to you and Skipper if I can help it." She threw herself into her lesson. She grasped his flippers and chanted road trip road trip. "First, the road trip. You say he likes the outdoors and how about a switch for the two of you with something either've never done? How about going underground at Howe?"
"Say wot, now? How?"
"No, it's Howe. The caverns, you know?"
"Sorry, no." Private stood still as she jogged him back and forth to keep up the enthusiasm. He shifted weight and furrowed his brow as she did a Mexican Hat Dance with the dildo on the ground playing the part of the hat. Finally, he got impatient with her. "Stop, please! Be serious!"
That was the wrong thing to say. Marlene continued her metaphor as she continued her dance, happy that her reminiscences about Guillermo provided something useful after all. "It's all a dance, Private! You take small steps and he takes big ones this time and then you reverse roles and the whirling makes you dizzy." He'd dropped her paws so she placed them on her hips in traditional position, jigging and jogging the way Guillermo taught her. That part of their relationship had been a keeper, for he danced most excellently. "It's the opposite of serious, except when it isn't!"
"Oh you're being silly!"
"Guilty as charged, my friend. Come on, love is a dance, so let's do a silly dance." She switched to a sultry tango with him as he rolled his eyes but complied. "Howe Caverns is a ways upstate from here, Phil can look it up and I'm sure, by what I overheard Maurice The Zookeeper say, that it's about three hours by car. Then, my gosh, the way he described it was magical, like there were crystals hanging from the ceiling and sprouting from the ground."
Private unbent his attitude enough to bend in the correct fashion for dipping his partner. Marlene swayed backwards gracefully. "Oooh! Sounds lovely!"
She swooped upwards to shift their dance into a combination samba and mambo. "Yeah uh huh and he told Alice that his girlfriend got so into the whole underground cave-y primal thing that she, like, bowled him over on the tour and they, er, missed a turn in the cave system path and someone had to come rescue them. I think he was sorry that they were rescued." Marlene smirked as she bent Private backwards with a sultry face. "Know what I mean?"
"Do I! That's just wot I want for Skippa and me!" Private completed the samba-mambo-tango with a sensual slide as he ground their lower regions together. He tittered and stepped back. "Righto, then! I'll get on it and we'll plan this road trip! Thanks, Marlene!" He gave a courtly bow and kissed her paw in farewell.
She watched him bug out over her habitat wall. He'd taken the dildo with him, as she'd wanted. She whispered, "Hasta luego, Prince Buzzy. Now, Marlene, you'll need to resort to what you used before you got your Little Giant Model 5231." She waggled her paws the way she'd seen Wallace do at Gromit at one of the penguins' Cartoon Marathoons. "It's just Rosy Palm and her Four Sisters tonight."
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