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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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After pulses ebbed at eleven-thirty-two p.m., Marlene turned over to face Skipper. The reddish light from the globe lamp above her bed suffused his sated features. She trailed a digit past the seam of his beak until he sucked it inside, nursing as he had never done from his mother.
"Good for you?" she asked.
"Great for me," he rumbled around her paw as he grasped her wrist and laved all four of her digits from knuckle to tip. He licked and caressed until she pursued a subject that intrigued her.
"How did you and Doris, er, manage - "
"You don't want to know." He continued pressing kisses to the base of her digits as if he were French, although she knew better than to voice the comparison.
Aw, cute. He wanted to distract her from questions that she felt entitled to ask, since she and Doris were fellow mammals. She could do subtle as well as any other otter.
Just not this time. She deployed the routine that she had recently learned, Routine Nineteen: Steamroll.
"Practically speaking, though, Skipper, the size difference between dolphin and penguin - "
He dropped her paw dramatically as he deployed Routine Nine: Confess What Everyone Knows And Beat Feet In The Confusion. "Water makes everything easier by supporting weight and that's all you'll get from me. Ask Kowalski if you want to learn the technique that bad."
"Okay okay, I don't want you to close the iron door on me. I'll move along to, um, well - "
"Pillow talk. We never discussed the place of pillow talk in these benefits. I'm not a fan." He yawned. "Up daily at oh-six-hundred, remember?" He settled within her embrace and his tail tickled her thighs as he snuggled tight.
She kissed the top of his head and desisted. "N'night, Skipper."
She was slippy sliding towards sleep herself when he mumbled, "One thing."
"Sure." She lifted a paw but he pulled it to his chest.
"No, leave the light off."
Her digits captivated him once more. He separated them before pressing them together with a kiss prior to beginning. "Marlene, how much did you want things with Guillermo to continue?"
Memories surfaced like miasmal gas in a stagnant pond. "Honestly?"
"That's what I'm going for, hermana."
"Sisterly confidences? All right." With a pfah, she cleared a tiny feather that had escaped her notice away from her muzzle. "I did not want to end with a big fat fight but that's what it came down to oh it was gross. Tears, screams and that was just from him."
"Oh shit."
"Yeah. After that burned our bridges, there was no going back. I saw him once or twice afterwards around my old Aquarium and then Portland Oregon received a new otter for their Aquarium and Central Park Zoo received me. I later heard bad stuff about the Portland place. I hope he's all right."
"But did you want to continue loving if he changed his ways - "
"No, I did not. I was done in one, m'friend."
"Oh. Shit." Skipper's voice was small.
She patted his chest before slipping his flipper inside her paw. "Nah, it's okay. I've grown since then, you know, new home on the whole other side of our country, new friends. It's all good. I like living alone."
"I do not. I guess I could get used to it, though. It's mute."
"You mean moot?"
He slapped her paw before capturing it between both his flippers. "Correcting my words? Are you sure you and Kowalski aren't - "
"Kinda fun picturing him and me, isn't it?"
"What?"
She spun his torpedo shaped body like a top until he faced her. "Kidding! Kidding, Skipper!"
They were both spent for the day or the kiss would have deepened. "All right, now for some options." Skipper took a deep breath. "Kowalski says I need to come up with a new revisionist view of my and Private's relationship in five - no, it's nearly midnight so make that four point something - days." At her "huh?" he added, "You know, when the eggs hatch and I'm Papa and he's Father. I can't believe I said that, Marlene."
Marlene uttered the only thing that made sense. "Doctor Phil, right? 'Ski has such a hard on for that guy."
"Correctamundo. Got any options for me? Any at all?"
Marlene's brain clicked into overdrive. "So that's why you grilled me about Guillermo."
"Guilty as charged, sweetness. Mad?" He pecked her cheek.
"A little. Nothing I won't get over after a better kiss." They kissed to her satisfaction. "So then, onward. To begin with, Skipper, what you and I are doing right now is revisionist. It's not hurting Private, right, because you said he doesn't want sex from you." At his twitch, she blurted, "I mean for right now not forever don't get me wrong - "
Skipper's voice got even smaller. "It hurts to hear it out loud."
"Aw, hey! I didn't mean to make you sad. I'm sorry." He remained silent so she continued, "Really, I am. I'm not tough about these things, I'm not, but I've got one trick to let you in on, too: Staying together for a long time means deciding every day that you want and intend to stay together. When one animal ends things, so does the other whether he or she wants to or not. It can get messy. I didn't tell you how I was hoarse for a week after Guillermo's and my fight. The Aquarium keepers had to separate us."
Skipper's voice gained happiness and volume with every word he uttered. "So you mean I don't need to come up with anything because you and I doing what we're doing in here revised my and Private's relationship? ¡Un millón de gracias, Marlene!"
"Go with it, bird, although I'm not sure that's what Doctor Phil meant filtered through Kowalski's analysis oh you know what I mean - "
"Never mind! I can't thank you enough, honeygirl, mi dulce. Now I can get down to business."
"Good on you, and goodnight, my friend. My zoomate. My - "
But he was already asleep.
OIOIOIOIO
"'Kippaahhhhgoneagin."
"Looks that way."
"Tellyuwhy?"
"No, Rico."
"Tell'Rivate?"
"Ask him."
"Nahskay."
"I don't know wot's goin' on either, gents."
IOIOIOIOIO
Skipper was still asleep, on his back, mouth open and drool pooling. The sight made Marlene giggle as she crawled up to straddle him. She placed herself so that her top tier of tits were above his face, or rather on his face. Despite the pressure of her weight, he did not awaken so she switched positions.
"Wake up, it's May Day," Marlene said softly while she dragged herself back and forth across his face. She had lain strategically to the side of him so that she would easily reach his crotch, and while her tits kept massaging his head she pulled away the blanket, letting him come into full view. He had morning wood like an uncut gem, a standing stalagmite longing to be played with. His legs were widely spread.
"It's time to get up, Skipper, I need your Maypole," she said, louder this time. She reached out and grabbed his cock, and it was scary how heavy it was. Feeling more confidence now, she started to fondle him and then she could feel his beak around her nipple and the force of his sucking, which was strange and not at all appealing. She had meant him to nibble or lick and then move on to the good part. In a trice, she heard his gulps as he swallowed his spit generated by this strange activity.
She wanted to shriek at him to stop doing that with her tit and kiss her lips instead and just when she thought that she could not get any hornier, she felt him delve into her pussy. It was a new method he used because he had curled his flipper into a fist and she rode it hard. He steadied her chest with one flipper and twisted his fist swiftly but gently, massaging her in a loving way, all in rhythm with his tongue on her nipple.
He seemed to like doing this a lot.
She would parse it out later.
Marlene grabbed Skipper's big cock and jerked it. She could not wait much longer, she craved him so much that she felt like she would die if she did not have him inside her soon. She squeezed up and down as clear beads dripped onto his belly, which made her even more eager.
"Oh please, take me quick!" she shouted, uncaring that she sounded desperate or that someone would hear. Skipper was not slow to respond. In a move that he must have used on Doris and countless others, he placed her on her back and himself above her as their eyes met. He leaned down and kissed her, and slowly, far, far too slowly, pushed himself inside. They both sighed when feathers met fur.
Just as slowly as he had entered her, he started to move. Marlene was surprised by his ability to remain calm, though she figured he probably needed lots of determination to make himself last. Unlike their first session, she did not want him to go faster because no words she knew could describe the delight of this moment. She wanted to milk it for as long as possible now that he was finally inside her.
Without letting up on the kiss, she reached around and caringly scratched his back, her claws inching their way through the hard coat of his feathers to roll over each vertebra. His breathing told her that he liked that greatly, but the measured rhythm of his hips remained the same.
She could not tell how long it carried on, it could have been five minutes or an hour, her grasp of time was lost completely. Suddenly Skipper broke the kiss. He looked into her eyes with a smile as his hips kept working at a steady pace. She felt more attracted to him every time their eyes met. Just as she thought she could not crave more for him, she did just that. There was nothing she wanted other than to give him her entire body and take all he gave back.
Marlene grabbed one tit to pucker it in his direction and put the other paw behind Skipper's head, wordlessly letting him know exactly what she wanted him to do because he liked it so well. He was quick to fulfill her wish; he leaned down and started to suck her nipple. He sucked hard, clearly eager to possess a larger amount of her. Just as before, it was not long until she could hear his gulps. It seemed like the sensation gradually became more and more difficult for him to handle. His pace increased, his thrusts became harder and his moaning grew louder. He was already getting close.
"Are you getting close?" she asked, though she knew the answer. She just wanted to hear him say it.
"Yes," he moaned desperately in reply. "I want to come so bad!"
"Stand up because I want you to come in my mouth." This was another particular activity that she didn't care to do much, but by the Labyrinthine Mollusk, he had delivered such satisfaction that she could indulge him.
Skipper immediately pulled out and stood up on the bed. Marlene placed herself on her knees in front of him. Without any hesitation she put her lips around his big hard cock, moaning when she hefted its weight, as full and heavy as only he could be. After a moment remembering Guillermo's average size ballsack, she discovered that Skipper's internal rearrangement of male accoutrements held its own allure because it presented a more artistic, cleaner profile.
She did not want to drag this out, she wanted him to come now. While gently massaging him, she shoved his thick cock as far inside her mouth as she could before letting her lips travel all the way back to the tip, over and over again. It seemed so much bigger in her mouth now than Guillermo's cock, and it made her more determined.
The treatment had not even lasted a full minute when Skipper twitched and unloaded amounts that he would later marvel at. Marlene opened her mouth in both amazement and delight, which made it all spill out immediately. A jet rocketed forth and then another spurt filled her anew. She managed to swallow some and then she had no chance to keep up with the flood. She gulped greedily but not fast enough. She loved every single second of it despite blowjobs residing low on her personal palette of lovemaking because it pleased him to mark her fur, she just knew it.
In the heat of the moment it was not possible for Marlene to keep track of how many jets that Skipper released.
Skipper pulled out and clambered from the bed. He stood in front of her, panting heavily and had a long good look at her tits and belly. Marlene looked down at herself. A gobbet of come made its way from her belly to her left knee.
"Skipper, you are insane," she laughed, "but I love it!"
"Yeah, I can tell," he laughed breathlessly, "and I love giving it to you."
"I will need a bath - "
"You sure will and I'll bathe you. Where's your tub?" He looked around as if seeing her habitat cave for the first time.
"No latrine and shower and tub in my habitat, man, I just use my pond."
"That's criminal! I want to see you all soapy and slick - "
"Like this?" She swirled some of his come over her ears and made them stick out like a Red Rhodesian Slasher's fancy ones. Her knees popped as she got off the bed.
He groaned and reached for her and she danced away. "Let's go, meet you in the pool before you need to go home."
She thought she caught, "I wish this were my home," and she must have been mistaken because the waters closed over her head.
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