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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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As a soft drizzle kissed her habitat, Marlene felt as if she'd gotten a new lease on life during this April 27th midpoint of Grain Rain. Part time member of Skipper's team on an as needed basis, her love of playing guitar surging to a new level, freshly returned from the mind-expanding tour of the National Zoo, she'd felt better since the icebreaking come that Skipper had unintentionally imparted, well. Existence was good, but life was better.
Paulina Rubio backed up Marlene's vocals as Marlene slapped the rosette of her guitar. "I wanna play with fire la lala la la la lalalala la lala la la la lalalala - Come in, Skipper!"
Marlene nodded to her friend peeking from the tipped up drainage grate. Skipper arose like Neptune from his deep sea locker and balanced the heavy disk with some effort. He dropped it with a clang that she frowned at, but she didn't stop playing.
"Don't min' me keeeeeeep on playin' honeygirl." He sank to the floor without his usual grace.
Oooookay, this was weird. He hadn't drilled her as to the reason for her extended Washington stay. "What is up with you?"
"Jusht a lil sssssippppp of Gammmmelll Danshk, wanshome?" He waved a small bottle at her.
She'd never thought to see this. "You're drunk!"
"'M not neither!"
"Yes, you are." She lay her guitar with its head on her pillow to sit beside him on her paisley rug. He lay his head on her shoulder.
"Yesh, I am. Wubbout it?" His flipper around her neck played with her fur until she squirmed.
"Don' be like that honeygirl I'm not gonna do anythin' rash - teehee rash 'member the poison ivy cooties - " Now he tickled her neck until she got fed up. She scooted to the rug's edge because it was too chilly tonight to sit directly on the cement.
He leaned hard into her. "Softmmmhm. I l-like furries burp."
She would divert his attention, just like Routine 32: Confuse And Distract. "Wow, it's really pouring outside." The rumble of thunder in the distance reverberated in her diaphragm. "What were you doing tonight in your HQ, Skipper?"
"Pouring inside." She groaned and scooched away from him.
He overbalanced when his head left her shoulder and nearly toppled until she straightened him up. "Skipper?"
Two fat tears dripped from his beak. "Lost 'im lost 'im - "
"You mean you lost ... Private? What went on?" Gosh, how could this have happened? Everything had been going well before her departure.
"Dilly dildo did the trick 'n made me pork him like you wun't believe - "
"Thaaaat's enough, I don't want to know any more - "
"- 'n I knocked him up. He shez - "
What a weird night this was turning out to be. "Now see I know you're drunk because that's impossible. He's male, you're male, the Labyrinthine Mollusk made us different sexes for parenthood for reasons best known to Herself - "
"Not not not! I'm a father! Kwoskkii sez sho! Doc shed so!" He swayed and almost collapsed. He looked sick. Oh no, if he barfed semi-digested fish on her rug, the stain would never come out. She got up quickly, yanked the pansies from their vase and placed it in front of him. She settled in for a long session of being a friend.
"Aim for this, Skipper."
"Dun't need to piss or do I" - he swept his flipper down to check and she looked away - "Nope." He nodded his head like a bobblehead Brassard doll. "Pissed already 'gainst your plane tree on th' way here and thaz the plain truth." He guffawed and it didn't sound nearly as pleasant as when he was sober.
"Charming, oh yeah thanks for sharing. No, Skipper, if you hurl, do it in this." She pointed to the vase. He stared at the end of her paw without checking where she pointed. "Over there, in the vase oh never mind. I'll take care of you." A pregnant Private could not be. No, they'd had an argument that had upset her friend enough to self-medicate. This was one of those times when she was glad to be single because dealing with the pain that a lover had the power to inflict could rip the heart right out of an animal. He still clutched the bottle. "I'll just take that - "
"Sure, honeygirl. 'Zgud fer what ailzya."
Marlene undid the cap and took a judicious sniff. "It smells heavenly."
"Kwoskkii 'n me tied one on with it. I think. I'm pretty sure we did back in 'Ought, 'Ought Twenty-Two - "
"It's nowhere near 'Ought Twenty-Two, my friend, and boy howdy, you are looped!" Just one little sniff and now a sip. "Smooth." A bigger swallow. "Oooh, yeah, real smooth." She replaced the cap and put the bottle where the vase had been. When she turned back around to give moral support by sitting at her friend's side, he had reclined on her rug as if he'd melted into a spineless Space Squid. He opened his flippers wide as he winked at her.
He licked his beak and left his tongue hanging out.
"C'mere, honeygirl."
"No, I don't think so. You're not yourself, m'dear."
She wasn't afraid, but she was cautious. In his current state, she could best him by a kick aimed at the goods or a vase smacked over his head. The Gammel Dansk warmed her innards to a mellow glow, but even if it hadn't she didn't want to get physical. She could talk him down oh Goddess he, he needed to get, er, down oh oh oh where did that pop up from - "Skipper! Get hold of yourself!"
"Okay!"
"Not like that I didn't mean like that - " Marlene, if you thought fish would stain your rug ...
Skipper's flipper pursued a slow and steady rhythm. "Feels nice. Join me? Like old timesh?"
"What? We've never done this together! You're out of your mind!"
He stopped as fast as a looted oyster could clamp onto a questing paw. "Of course we haven't. I was thinking of Kitka oh beautiful Kitka of spacioush shkies what have I done? What have I done? Forgive me, Marlene!" He rolled onto his stomach and covered his head.
The tendency towards high drama was one of the less admirable qualities about her friend's character. "Aw, you're forgiven. You want sex with me? Algo es algo, peor es nada." Awkward had been surpassed two minutes ago. "Buck up, Skipper. Come on, it's not that bad. Private didn't kick you out of his bed, er, your guys's bed, did he?"
A silent shake of the head.
"So let things simmer down and spend the night here. Go back tomorrow morning and all will be okay when you kiss and make up. Come on, we'll share a nice slimy oyster or two in the morning and - "
"Wish you h-hadn't mentioned oystersh - "
"Aim for the vase! Here now, easy easy. Let it go."
Skipper did.
When she had ditched the vase's contents and rinsed it out, she returned to a near-comatose penguin in a fetal position on her rug. His slate blue eyelids blinked slowly over eyes the color of aquamarines blink pause blink blink pause pause blink. "Friends still?" he murmured.
"Friend, of course friend, what did you think some puke could come between us - "
"Hoped not, dint rilly know. Know now, friend. Nighty night."
She felt closer than before to him because she remembered how spats with Guillermo burned her heart for days on end. She contemplated stretching out near him and when she heard a sigh deeper than Long Island Sound, she made up her mind. She turned out her light, fetched the blanket from her bed and lay down at his side. "Night night, Skipper."
"Firsht, wanna tell ya evrything." And so in an otter's cave in the depths of noisy New York City, Skipper told his friend the whole story start to finish, of glorious Howe Caverns Bronze Anteroom and Frances Alberta's voodoo magic spell and Private's bountiful charms leading to epic sex and epic gravidity. He was so exhausted that he couldn't wring drama out of telling the story but droned on monotonously until Marlene supplied the drama for him with shocked expressions that he couldn't see in the dark. When he finished and dozed off, she shut away the story in a mental closet, the one with the louvered doors, until she could process it without getting mental indigestion. Five seconds later, she slept.
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In the middle of the dark hours, somewhere between Leonard's most active time and dawn, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to turn over to face him under their shared blanket when he whispered, "Marlene, are you awake, honeygirl?"
She couldn't see him but she had felt something bunt against her butt before she turned over. "I am now. You know, I don't think I like honeygirl any more. It gives the wrong impression about us and nobody is around to impress with how macho you are." This was putting it on the line, but dangit, she needed sleep and the black reaches of night brought out careless honesty.
Was he still half-drunk? How else could he come up with his next idea this blunt and this honest? He'd been sick to his stomach and so his voice was hoarse. "As you wish, Marlene. I thought we might become friends with benefits. Your call."
"Why would you think that? And why put it all on me? And why, oh why, isn't Private enough for you? He's cute, he's sweet - "
He'd been thinking over his situation, she could tell. "He's caught up in parenthood like I was with parenting him for a long time. I could only see him as a son, brother, or what have you." The throatiness of his voice started to get to her. "I miss sex."
"Who doesn't?"
He was quiet for a long time. "I think it's unnatural to go without when you don't have to. It's been, let me see now -"
"You'll have to wait for a while longer from what you told me. Your eggs will hatch and Private will be absorbed for some time and then he'll balance everything out to form a good family life. At least, I think that's what my mom and dad did when I arrived. It's hard to remember."
His voice rumbled like an idling semi truck. "Hard?"
"Don't make more of that word than what it is, my friend. Yes, hard." Paulina Rubio's lyrics started in her head and hatched into a full-grown ear worm. "I wanna play with fire don't stop it now surrender to the heat," her imagination sang, "of you and me - "
"So your mom and dad had alone times after you were born? I hardly remember my folks."
"Sure they did! Did you think they had sex once and that was it, just to get me? Grow up. Aw, dang, I didn't mean that. Sorry. I'm so sleepy I can't be held accountable - "
"Sex helps to go to sleep, hermana."
"I. Don't. Want. To. Have. Sex. With. My. Friend. End of story, sheesh. Drop the subject or, or wank yourself, I don't care." Something protruded through the weary fog in her mind. "Do it in the corner." He didn't move. "Not in my bed, or, or next to me here."
His toes rubbed hers and she drew back her paw for a slap. Sleeping close together tonight had been a bad idea, started by pity. If there were not attraction from the first time they had met, she wouldn't feel conflicted and angry but only angry.
She felt him approach her more closely when his feathers rustled against her belly and blast furnace heat burned between them. She put down her paw as temptation grew to experiment, but his next words tilted the scales in the other direction. "How about if it's one-sided? I only want a warm sleeve - "
"That is so flattering, do you say that to all your conquests, how is it that you aren't mobbed by drooling females every time you step outside - "
"Sarcasm is my bag, Marlene." If he hadn't known her so well and hadn't been nearly positive that she would say yes, he wouldn't be running his flipper up and down her side, slipping to her front and then shifting away every time she gasped. All righty then, she would take command of this sitch. This was her home and her rules.
"I give the orders here. Be quiet and I'll help you out."
"Aye aye, ma'am."
She spanked his cock to hear him grunt. "What did I say about talking?"
A wordless whimper made her feel good. She felt up and down the hot length of him.
"You like this?"
Another squeak.
"More?"
He panted.
"Less?"
He whined.
"Nice and firm, oooh yeah, bird, that's the way you like it uh huh uh huh."
She upped the speed. "Keep the blanket where it is! Take it off and I'll quit!" He'd been sneaking it down little by little, but she liked the idea of snuggling underneath it while they did what she was beginning to think of as taking their solid friendship to the next level. She started to pant, too, and had to close her eyes to avoid being swept away by sneaky undertow.
He barreled past any personal space boundaries he'd erected lately with her as he seized her shoulder. She worked her paws faster and faster to hear him gasp and strain. When she tickled the cockhead, he thrust out of sync as males did right before coming and she thought she'd gone too far too fast, but his control was more assured than that. He eased back into regularity with a determined growl and she changed to a softer routine.
"You like that, huh? How about a la carrera?" She switched from a grip with both paws to a grip with one. She snaked her free paw around his flank to slip one claw inside him. Her claws were short so she didn't get very far in, but it was far enough.
"Ah! Marlene!" He spurted over her paw and groaned. She worked her claw in and out to help him finish. He thrashed most satisfyingly.
In the ensuing silence, she brought up her damp paw and sucked it, while in her head Paulina Rubio purred, "You want to drink me in and taste me like champagne." He tasted different than otter spunk. His was the essence of raging open seas and not calm riparian waters. She could get used to that. She quivered her claw once to make him yelp and then wiggled it out of him.
"Gracias, honeygirl."
After a while she could make the lyrics separate from the drumbeat in her head. "... set your heart free when you surrender ... there's only you and me moving desperately ... " Ms. Rubio didn't get it quite right in this particular case, Marlene thought. It seemed odd that she felt no desire to continue things with herself after wanking him. Sure, there was a little tingle left from the whole overheated atmosphere but not enough to ask him to go downtown on her even though she knew he would. It might have been because sleepiness crept in once more, but she didn't even want to slide a paw on herself or fetch her dildo. She supposed it was the difference beween friends with benefits, which this one-way passage to Sexland had been, and being lovers who would demand the right of mutual comes.
She had to think that he and she had a good thing going now. Tomorrow might come regrets over playing with fire, but now she could drift away to slumber again even as he was doing. He licked her whiskers individually before kissing her lips. His breathing turned deep and regular.
"Por puro gusto," she murmured and rolled over so he could spoon against her back. Their snores mingled.
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