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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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''Private, oh Priiiiiii-vaaaaaate! Where are youuuuuuu?" Where the night had taken them was a game of hide and seek. Skipper channeled the gung ho attitude of an admitted human all the animals nicknamed the Zoo Hunter, the guy who guarded the Central Park Zoo on the nights when Alice stayed wherever she stayed when it wasn't in the upstairs apartment the zoo provided over the Zoo Café. Funny how lately she'd stayed more and more at her own place rather than the sparsely furnished apartment, well, who could figure humans?
No giggle, no rustle greeted his earholes. Private must have grown up more when he wasn't looking. Skipper tiptoed from stalagmite to stalagmite, the thrill of the chase getting to him. When he caught his love, who would make the first advances to the point of the whole trip? Ought he to be the one, as commander? Ought Private be the one, because the trip was his idea? Should they flip for it? Ooops, nobody brought coins and Rico wasn't along on this vacation. That felt strange. Maybe he was relying on Rico too much for the team's needs, just like the Big Boss intimated.
"Heeeeere I ammmmmm, come and get meeeeeeeeee!" echoed all around. Skipper swiveled his head, seeking Private's whereabouts. Nope, wasn't happening, too many echoes. Skipper stepped out from behind a Skipper-shaped stalagmite, being deliberately loud. He'd intimidate Private, that's what he'd do. He'd stomp and swing his flippers and glare masterfully and the boy, uh, man, would giggle and that would be that. He'd glomp onto Private's back as he tackled him, they would struggle and things would heat up naturally. He'd be victor at the conclusion when struggle turned into lust at mutual consent and wouldn't even need the silly old dildo, yes that was it.
He turned off the Maglite. It was dangerous to stagger around in total dark, but hey, he lived for danger. Besides, if a chasm opened up in front of him, he'd hear the difference in air currents and drip echoes, right? It would be just like in the cenotes in the Yucatan, the ones that led to the Ox Bel Ha aquifer system and further, if ever the wishy-washy humans braved the chilly depths farther than a few miles. Private must be bullseyeing his own Maglite to light only his own footsteps, or else he'd gotten brave, too, and shut it down. Skipper swallowed hard as he conjured drastic consequences of one of them breaking a leg and the other needing to cart his love's helpless body out of Howe, how would he manage - No, no, no, no negative Nellie nattering! They could and would complete this mission!
Skipper tripped over Private's outstretched leg and dropped his Maglite. "Damn!"
"See, weren't lookin' down, were you I got the upper flipper - "
They tussled as grimly as if Hans were the opponent. Once Skipper decided to go limp and get this show on the road, the tussle ended with Private crowing, "Got you!" He sat astride his love's back, twisting up both flippers until he captured both in one grip to be able to use the Maglite. He pinwheeled the light and then spiraled it. "Whooeeee! I broke the mighty Skippa in under eight seconds, I'm a regular Lane Frost, I am!" He let go the hold swiftly.
Skipper turned over so as to drag his midsection on the slick, warm feathers of Private's underbelly. Oh yes, there it was, his excitement pressing into right where it wanted and needed to be. "As long as you didn't break anything important off, we're good to go."
Private wiggled and squirmed over what he wanted and needed, too. "Mmmm, so I feel. Oooh, isn't it cute?" He plied the Maglite downwards to a quarter-filled cock, peeping its head out of belly feathers like Eggy and his clutch mates did from Mamma Duck's white down when they were newly hatched. Private tickled the cockhead, to be rewarded by a sigh and an oh! He ground down as if practicing the Hula Hoop in swooping spirals.
"To the Batcave, Robin!" Private got spilled as Skipper leaped up. "No time to waste!"
Private trailed behind, holding both Maglites as Skipper headed in the right direction. "Not the dead Batcave, surely?"
"Nah, just kidding, back to camp! I feel the need for some nooky!"
Private saved his breath for running.
They gained the Bronze Room, where they dove for the blankets and rolled around. Private sat up and cradled the backpack without opening it.
Awkwardness set in.
"Er."
"Um."
"The backpack, if you please, Private?"
"Yes, oh yes!" Private fumbled the zipper until Skipper took it from him. Private's eyes grew round as Skipper extracted a stylishly shaped bottle from an interior pocket that had eluded Private's double check during the packing. "Gammel Dansk, yes! Capital idea to bring it, Skippa!"
"Er, yeah. Dymphna's dilemma, it's just the ticket for relaxing." Skipper solemnly tipped the bottle in Private's direction and swallowed a goodly amount. He licked his beak. "As excellent as remembered. Private?"
"To you, honey." Skipper saw that Private's will strengthened with the judicious swallow of the complex flavor of the beverage. "To us."
"Likewise." With the pleasing warmth coursing through their veins, they turned to each other, skimming feathers with eager flippers, lifting feathers to taste the dimpled skin underneath, nuzzling toes until they gasped in unison.
They left one of the Maglites on by mutual consent, too. Its rays directed upon a bronze-toned ripple of flowstone, the beam offered to the scene not a glare between facets of calcite but a soft glow reminiscent of candlelight. Private's eyes met Skipper's and in the glow, the blues looked the same.
Softened by sentiment, they cuddled until Private stirred his own cock with a bodacious squeeze and swivel. Skipper laughed and did the same, dancing it along Private's. His stayed half mast. Private closed his eyes and opened the Hello Kitty backpack with the other flipper, bringing the dildo slowly to light.
Skipper clung to his notion of independent action. "Nn-" he began, but Private silenced him with a kiss.
"It's been a long while since you wanted me like this. Let me lead."
Oh, hell. "Only for you, babe, only for you."
"I'll make it good for you, you'll see, Skippa. I've been practicin' on Faux Skippa!"
Oh, hell! "What?"
"I said - "
"I don't want to hear about it because it makes me wonder why Miss Perky ordered it online - aagh, brain bleach."
If Private insisted that Miss Perky could not possibly have ordered it but that Rico could, all bets would be off, plus nobody would get off tonight. Skipper saw innate honesty flood Private's soul until the beak opened to say unforgettable words, but then Private surprised him.
"Watch me get ready for you. I've been practicin', honey, because you're so worth it." Private opened the cylinder, extracted the lube and flourished a scroll of paper like one in a Chinese fortune cookie. "Marlene stuck this in, oops poor choice of words, sorry, I mean she left this for you and me for this night because she didn't know I'd be practicin' to get everythin' just right. I saw it first when practicin' and now it's your turn." He passed the paper to his love. "It's a note from Marlene," he added helpfully.
Skipper took the note because his cock had turned slack as a snoozing Savio after a big meal and he might as well use this time to solve a mystery. "Last time I checked she couldn't read or write."
"She's just tryin' to be funny and friendly." The drawing showed a pretty pink bow swathing a smiling self-portrait of Marlene, whose face beamed goodwill with no snark.
"We don't need, don't need - "
"I do hope not, but it's here, Skippa, if we do. Relax, it's okay. It's a backup option, like K'walski would say. Beep beep beep - "
"Not nearly funny enough, Private."
"I'm sorry, but I'm goin' forward with my plan unless you scream bloody murder bloody fast."
Shit. Why did life turn so complicated over such a completely natural event? "Meh. Very well, I want this, you want this, so - "
Private flourished the lube's capped end, licking it and keeping eye contact.
Skipper's expression stayed granite.
Private opened the lube and spread a ribbon on the dildo's business end. He placed the lube atop Hello Kitty's whiskers after capping it.
Skipper's beak twitched.
Private massaged the ribbon into a slick coat on three quarters of the dildo, holding the battery end with his dry flipper.
Skipper's gaze followed the movements as he leaned back on his elbows.
Private settled his rump on his heels as he knelt in front of Skipper. Skipper licked his beak as Private eased his legs apart to place one heel on each of his shoulders. The tension amped despite the pleasant lighting and Skipper hyperventilated as Private blew on his opening.
Private took his shiny flipper to smooth the feathers surrounding it apart with lube that plastered them down and asked, "Have you considered pluckin' or shavin'?"
"Have you considered World War Three?"
"I won't hurt you. I promise."
"Yeah, I get it, you've been practicing with a dummy of me, and tonight I'm the dummyoh!"
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