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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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She took some time to form a reply that wouldn't offend him. "Um. Because, my dear, you are the one I run to with my problems. I needed to know that that wouldn't ever change and since I always assumed you were a certain way and found out different, I got to worrying that it would. Change, I mean."
"And you thought me loving Private would mean less time for you?"
She rubbed the back of her neck and sought out Sirius in the night sky. "Uh huh yeah, kinda." If he wanted to entertain this notion, well all righty then. It was only one facet of the troubles she'd imagined in their friendship and now that she found out her fears were unfounded, she'd really rather forget them. They were embarrassing, to be honest.
They were on their seventh circuit of the pool before Skipper said anything more. "I don't believe you."
"It's the truth, Skipper. I've seen friendships die before when one friend began an exclusive relationship and well, there simply wasn't enough time in the day for, for friends and lovers both. That's all, really." Drop it, please oh please. There came a snort of disbelief but it didn't sound like his snort.
Strange.
"Hmph. Bet none of those friends were penguin commandos. We make time for our friends. I don't trust an animal that doesn't like to talk."
He'd sidestepped or ignored any offense, good on him. "Ha ha, right you are!" She flicked spray on his beak. "Gotcha!"
He said nothing but dipped below to lift her up easily as she squealed. She laughed when he performed like a synchronized swimmer and whirled his legs in the eggbeater kick. He kept upright in the water with just his beak projecting to breathe as he supported her by his flippers on the small of her back. Just to be showmanlike, she sprawled her back and front paws and made little circles with them. When she glanced around gleefully, she spied Burt spying on them. Her laughter choked off and she tensed in her friend's grip. Skipper plopped her into the water as he spun to see what was in her view.
Elephants weren't known for subtlety but Burt tried. "Oh hi, guys, don't mind me just trodding a walkabout this fine evening. See you around have fun you two I didn't hear anything." Burt flapped his ears. Those were the ears that heard the Vesuvius Twins and Skipper's team fall out of a tree together from five habitats away.
She could tell that Skipper didn't believe what Burt told him, either.
"Big Gray! Stay awhile! What's your hurry?" He could do this. He could intimidate an elephant.
"Aw that's all right really - "
"I insist. Don't you insist too, Marlene?"
"I guess so - I mean, yeah! I insist! Stay and we'll, we'll, uh - "
"Discuss astrology and the stars, right you are, Marlene! Ever look up at the stars, Pachyderm?"
Burt was artistic more on canvas than in his word choices. "Yeah 'cause they're purty like lil fireflies."
Skipper was in his element of command and Marlene could only watch and support, as she did normally for their bewildering array of missions. The times when she could help were few and far between, snack runs and judging burping contests excepted. She watched as he exited her pool by athletically leaping to the bottom of her waterslide and then slicing against its current to stand atop it at Burt's eye level. Burt had arrived in his stroll behind the waterslide that hid his bulk from them. She didn't want to think that his presence was anything more than chance followed by his weakness for gossip that stayed his feet from wandering further. Burt was big hearted and frankly, not all that smart. His artistic talents and bravery confronting Savio were his standout achievements in life.
"Burt" - oh ho, no nicknames, Skipper what do you have in mind? - "Burt, Marlene and I were just stargazing, isn't that right, Marlene?" He gestured to her and she nodded vigorously before realizing that Burt would have trouble seeing her if she stayed in the pool.
"Yeah, we were so stargazing! Lovely night tonight, huh Burt?"
"Spectacular, uh huh." Suspicion laced the elephant's tone and it sounded like he was getting the drift of being hoodwinked.
"Now, Burt, what's your sign?" Gadzooks, this was a conversation right out of the sixties, or so she'd heard one was like. What was going on in her friend's battle mind? Because protecting his and Private's relationship issues from disclosure was a battle, to Skipper's way of thinking. Well, such an issue would be touchy to her, too, but she didn't think she'd go ballistic if her problems surfaced to others. The trouble was, she conceded, that once a secret got out, it didn't stop with one or two in the know. It spread like poison ivy rash when you scratched it.
Marlene hyperventilated. First her problem would be known to Burt and then Burt would tell Roy. Roy wasn't a gossip. Neither were the spider monkeys, nor the baboons except among themselves. But then there was Pinkie who flew around the zoo sometimes spouting the goings on between members of her flamingo flock that nobody else could tell apart. There was Barry, noxious little Barry who looked adorable but held a blabbing foot-long tongue in his toxic dart frog mouth. Soon her difficulty would spread to outside the zoo! Maybe even to Fred! Or cross country to Guillermo!It was time to act!
Burt rumbled to himself before replying. "I'm a - "
"I'm a Scorpio! Yup, a true friend! No revealing secrets for me! You'd think otters might be Aquarius or Pisces but nope I'm a Scorpio!"
Pachyderm and penguin alike beheld her scramble upwards to the top of her waterslide. When she joined him, Skipper rolled his eyes. "That's nice to know, Marlene. Now, Burt - "
"Gemini." Burt looked bashful. "I'm so big, it makes sense that two humans get to be me." He batted his absurdly long eyelashes at them.
Skipper wasn't charmed. "Gemini? So you like to chat with everyone."
"Guilty as charged! I'm a people person aw I don't care if it's baboon people or rhino people or cockroach people - I hate mice people, though." He stomped one massive foot. If Skipper or Marlene had been under it, they would have been done for.
Skipper continued anyway. "We've noticed. Moving on, Burt, we Aries are impulsive and we hate delays."
"Huh. Who knew." Was that a touch of sarcasm from Burt? Marlene couldn't tell. And was the foot stomp meant to show off Burt's great physical mass in a passive-aggressive way? She couldn't let Skipper wend his way alone through this mine field that was so terribly important to him.
"Yeah um we Scorpios love truth and grand passions" - she resisted looking pointedly at Skipper - "and we also are resourceful and and true friends -"
"Even though you said that before, we Aries appreciate that fact, really we do, Marlene, and now it's time for us Fire Signs to forge ahead like we do best." He pulled her close and she was so taken off guard that she fostered the public display of affection. She slung her right paw over Skipper's shoulder. She drummed a soft tattoo against his collarbone. She saw Burt's eyes catch the movement. She saw the curiosity in them.
She licked her lips for effect. Guillermo had liked that.
Skipper squeezed her waist and Marlene snugged her hip against his to sway them back and forth a little. Were they planting confusion in Burt? Were their efforts suggesting that what had been overheard involved Private and Skipper because, really, there was no denying the baldness of he gave me oral, but was the body language of her and Skipper at this very moment also saying "We two are so getting it on beneath everyone's nose in this zoo?"
Confusion ruled as Burt seemed to lack words. Skipper filled the power vacuum. "Interesting thing about the sign of Aries, Burt. We are filled with loving emotions yet we can hold a grudge, too. Kind of moody, we are." He pecked Marlene's cheek and smoothed her whiskers. "You never know which side of us will prevail. It makes us dangerous."
Marlene felt obliged to contribute more than a suggestive smile at the touches. She leaned her head on Skipper's shoulder and sighed gustily as if overcome by either memories or anticipations.
Burt's face was a study in Gemini's trademark nervousness and indecision. "Yeah I see that uh huh," he managed as he found his voice. "Well it's been a little slice of heaven gabbing with you two but I'm getting a cramp just standing here gotta move on I'm a big boy you know."
Skipper left him with a final evocative image. "Ta ta! Toodle oo!" He let go Marlene's waist to seize each foot and heave upwards. She stood straight and tall on his flippers and then he inched his flippers together so she could transfer all her weight to the narrow support. Burt stared as Skipper deliberately collapsed the pose to catch Marlene as she plummeted. She straddled the flippers, which Skipper then angled downwards so that she slid on her crotch before landing. Her eyes rolled up and she stumbled as she landed but eventually stuck it with a dreamy smile in Burt's direction. Skipper embraced her waist, steadied her against his front, and grinned.
Burt's trunk uncurled. "Bye guys. I'll, I'll um leave you to it whatever it is. Nice stars tonight, really guys we gotta do this again um. Bye. Again." He could move silently when he did the old elephant trick of pulling up the inner muscles of his enormous feet to leave only a ring of strength to support his weight. He could relax the muscles just as easily to shape each foot into a flattening sledgehammer disk. As he walked away as quietly as Savio could slither, he threw them a backwards glance to confirm what he'd just seen. The opportunity was right and Skipper acted as a true Aries would.
The kiss plunged to threaten her tonsils as Marlene got into the spirit of the thing and wove her paws through the feathers on Skipper's head. She bent backwards to a supple 225 degree angle and wrapped one leg around his hip. They balanced like this for thirty seconds until gravity won out and they collapsed to the cement together.
"He's gone! Hooha! We did it, Marlene! He'll think twice about what he heard and then what he saw before he passes it along as gossip! Way to go, lady! High one! Or high four!Whatever!"
Skipper's warm weight still pinioned her like Guillermo's used to. She let out a moan before she could stop herself as muscle memories flooded her lower brain.
He slid backwards between her legs and then stood, darn his insensitivity to her body structure. She moaned again before her tail moved to one side in an automatic reflex.
"Oh hey! Sorry! I forgot! Did I turn you on? I didn't mean to!" He looked flustered and if she could have spoken, she would have reassured him with the opposite of the utter truth: no, he hadn't.
They were close friends in mind and heart and now in body. She whimpered as the ghost of Guillermo's voice blotted out Skipper's.
She gurgled, incapable of standing or talking as the blood roared in her ears before shooting downward to make everything important throb like Maurice's drums. The sensation blended with liquid fire in her veins, and she whimpered again. This felt like going feral times six.
"Don't relapse and go feral." Oh no, he'd figured out what might happen. The ghost of Guillermo's bass blotted out Skipper's tenor and it was so strange to hear Guillermo's voice that she whimpered a third time.
"Marlene, get it together. You know I didn't intend for this to happen. Would you like me to, er, finish you off?" He bent down with flipper outstretched. "Just tell me where to rub - "
"Ngah. Ngah."
"Is that yes or no? I can't understand you!" It was best he couldn't. He'd prompted her to control her feral side by using the resolve she had inside her, with a little help from Kowalski's Persona Disentangle-izer. She struggled to rise. No no no, she would meet this head on, standing, and would not admit defeat. A howl ripped from her throat before she could choke it back. The questing appendage that turned so handily into a flipper of fury brushed her center as she shifted position and then Marlene lost it. She arched without further help into another sharp angle, gasping and bucking three times before dropping flat. She covered her face as she sobbed but even this proved too much effort and she slumped back as her paws dropped to her sides. She could still blink and that was about it.
She'd won the skirmish with her feral side, but there was a cost. She must have looked half-dead because Skipper's training kicked in and he threw himself beside her to grab her jaw. He pulled it forward to clear her airway until she gathered her strength to push aside the beak that wanted to breathe for her. She started to say, "Stop, I'm okay," but her strength had limits and she lolled against him, her head falling backward to the crook of his neck. She looked sideways into the terminator of black and white feathers, breathing heavily.
Marlene felt him give a little jolt as he softened into understanding and came down from high alert. They blinked their eyes in unison, she was certain. "You can let go of me now" was what she tried to say next but when she edged away to look him in the face to speak the words of explanation, it was all too much and she cried again.
The commander knelt by her head. He petted her ear until she batted him away because dangit, if there was anything she hated, it was unwelcome touching and never was touching more unwelcome than after a come in these circumstances. She had seldom heard him speak so softly. "No no no, honeygirl, don't. I got so tied up in the mission that I forgot you're more than just my pal you're a female and not for the hope of the Endless Iceberg would I do this on purpose. Stop crying. That's an order."
Now hysterical laughter mixed with the humiliation, great, just great, Marlene, you sound like Doc ought to cart you away. "J-Just leave me alone." She heard the pat-pat of penguin feet retreat like they never would from any other sort of battle. She trembled her way to balance after the tears stopped and she peeked through her paws. He had only moved off a few feet. "That's the bad way of being overwhelmed," she said huskily. "I'm so embarrassed!"
The pat-pat approached and he lifted her paws away from her face. She couldn't meet his eyes. "Marlene, Mama Nature gifted us sex in her crap game. Don't mess with Mama Nature." He plotzed beside her head and squeezed her shoulder. She rolled away from him because she still could use more time to recover and feeling his hot bird body heat through her cheek fur threatened to set her off once more. Wow, that had been what she'd needed, but not in front of him.
She struggled to use words because otherwise she would explode. She might explode anyway if he acted other than what she thought he would. He would be understanding, right? Like putting the blame for her volcanic response to his playacting on Mother Nature or the Labyrinthine Mollusk or whatever he chose to call the Higher Power? He'd already said he didn't trust animals who didn't like to talk. She had to reply to his words or die trying. What was that he was saying?
"Whew, I haven't had such a workout since basic! Thanks, Marlene!" He wanted to gloss everything over, aw gee, that's sweet but I don't need that, my friend.
Marlene twisted back to meet his gaze finally. "Mother Nature rolls us snake eyes, Skipper, when someone hasn't gotten any in just ages and then this happens." She sniffled and then hiccupped. "Drat, now I've got h-hiccups." The hiccups were so hard that they hurt. "Ouch! hic Ouch!" She rubbed her middle. "Owwie! Don't just sit there! hic Scare hic me!"
Skipper turned away and then turned back quickly with a weird face. "Boo! Hubba hubbagurda boo!"
He only looked goofy. "That won't do it! Ouch! hic Ow! Try something else!" If she didn't always ask him for help, this would have been strange. As their relationship stood, she knew that he knew she would have done the same for him. It was just the way things were between them that generally his experience was broader than hers. The random thought was proven true by his next move.
He flipped her onto her stomach and straddled her back. "Hey! hic What are you getting up hic hic to back there hic ouch?"
"This works every time. Trust me." He tickled her pits until she cried from laughter. "Go on! Cry it out of your system, lady!" She shed many more tears and her tail turned limp as overdone spaghetti when he was done. "Better now?"
"Yuh huh." Her breath hitched. "I'm w-wiped out."
"Aw, poor Marlene baw boo hoo. First a good come and then a good ticklefight before a good sleep. I'll take that every time to end my day." He draped her over his shoulder. "Beddy bye for you, my friend."
"Lemme down no don't. I don't care anymore. Home, James, toot sweet." She flopped back and forth and then her eyes widened as he stepped casually into the waterslide. "What wait waaaaahhhhhhhh - !"
The night may have been temperate but the pool felt icy after her bout of sex and tears. They surfaced and she hollered at him when she stopped coughing after they beached on her landing. "Tell a gal when you're going to half drown her, really, Skipper!"
"Got your adrenaline up, right? Washed all the negative nellies out of you like it did me?" He dodged her punch but she caught him on the backswing. "Ow! Braap! What's with you, Marlene? I don't need another broken bone! Knock it off! Are you set on going feral? Well, don't hold back! Get loose! Do it now! Change!" He felt himself all over, rolling his shoulders, rubbing his behind.
"Serves you right." He was going all hyperbolic to magnify his non-injury, the turkey. She squeezed water from her neck fur with brisk, aggravated moves. She supposed she looked cranky.
Now he peered into her face and darted back as if blistered. "Relax! I'll towel you off."
She pressed her lips together, envying his slick feathers that shed 99 percent of any water immediately. Two minutes passed uncomfortably under the stars until Skipper changed the subject. "Look at the Big Dipper up there. Is it half full or half empty?"
"It's both."
"I'm a watery kind of guy, Marlene, so I say it's half full."
"Well I'm a watery kind of gal, and I say it's both. Nyah."
He laughed and the night turned from sultry-with-a-chance-of-showers to clear-but-we-need-the-rain. "Why the crabby face before, hermana?"
She searched for the exit from Awkward Turnpike on Highway TMI without GPS. "Old, old sludge about Guillermo."
If he made a joke, she'd kill him, no regrets. "So reach for tomorrow, lady. See up there?" He pointed to Aries and as if on cue, two meteors swam perkily before drowning in New York City's skyline.
"An Arietid!" she exclaimed. He looked startled.
"Uh, yeah, what you said. No lie, I just meant keep looking to the stars for your future. An Arietid, huh?"
They settled in to stargaze until Skipper offered what he probably thought was encouragement.
"Guillermo was a dick, what more do you need to know? You're rid of him, good on you." He made as if to preen her without her permission and dangit, even if she did split from Guillermo, once upon a time Guillermo had been important to her.
"Go home! I'll wipe myself down, thank you very much! You've done enough tonight, you you - " Zubeneschamali and Zubenelgenubi showed her his bemused look as he waited for what she would call him. "You friend, you," she murmured as her pique faded. "Good night, Skipper."
"Sweet dreams, Marlene." He backflipped over her habitat fence to head home before she thought to make a last request.
"Skipper?"
The honed commando hearing never failed. His disembodied voice sounded deep as Lake Erie and she shivered because she was glad he couldn't see her from behind the bricks. "I'm here. Forget something? Kiss me goodnight? Kiss me good morning? Or both?"
There it was. She could advance on territory that belonged to Private or she could keep her honor. She couldn't get really mad at him for being suggestive because she knew how easy it was to allow one thing to lead to another. She'd try to keep things light. "Oh you kidder. You're kidding, right?"
The ball was in his court. "You know me, Marlene."
Back to her. "Yeah. I do."
"So."
"So."
"So?"
"So bring back my dildo tomorrow, okay?"
The voice deepened. "How about tonight?"
"Er, uh, okay. Leave it outside my cave. I'm hitting the hay."
"Want some help going to sleep?"
This was the crux and she'd made her decision. "No thanks. Night night!"
"Goodnight, honeygirl." She thought she heard a chuckle as he waddled off and if that were the case, she'd kill him tomorrow. After she'd made sure he'd returned her dildo, that is.
Right before she fell asleep, she remembered who else smelled like Private did, but she forgot about it the next morning.
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