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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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The water in the otter's pond played to Skipper's mood, buoying and bubbling him to effervescence. What a fantastic night and morning with Marlene, completely clearing his head to make him look forward to mundane morning exercises with his men. Pushups, he mused, fifty at least for each set of two exercising commandos, the eggsitting boys guarding their charges as protocol demanded. He would encourage, no, he would order each eggsitting penguin to critique his teammate's pushup performance because hey, nothing like a little competition to hone everyone's abilities to the peak of perfection! Or even higher! He himself would be unmerciful with each commando as he completed his own turn at eggsitting.
Yes, life was good.
Marlene fit at his left side as if she were born there to cover his unguarded flank. She matched his moves, trailing bubbles while she swam in her pond. All the come he'd graced her with dissipated in healthy, clean-smelling chlorined waters. They crossed legs, held each other's paws and flippers and sank to the bottom of the pond. Her confident, relaxed pose warmed his heart as he considered that making her a part time commando was one of the best command decisions he'd ever made.
The morning sun peeked over the Big Apple skyline as it slanted over the ripples they had begun. The rays did not yet reach the bottom of the pool and his immediate world remained a sober slate blue.
¡Ay momentito! What time was it? He couldn't leave her yet because she had not come this last session and that was part of the friends with benefits deal. Honor demanded equality. He squeezed her paw before releasing it to head for the surface.
She joined him in a lazy swim up top, appearing unconcerned. "Um, Marlene, wanna braap?" he ventured as if he inquired whether he could treat her to her favorite snowcone, lemon lime, or whether she wanted to branch out.
"Not particularly." She brushed her tail against his foot for three strokes swooshswishswoosh. "I'm mellow. Now."
"I couldn't help but notice that you did not come and I want to keep my promise to you. It's important to me." He paused. "Really important."
She threw him an odd sideways look as she swam further apart. "This isn't bookkeeping, you know. I'm good."
Awk, he had to do this thing for her, he had to. He had broken his promise to Private and he could not, could not break one to Marlene. After two more circuits of her pond, he asked, "Marlene, what's it like to have fur?"
He had knocked her for a loop with his question, well good. Complacency was out of place today because - he squinted up at the sun - he had a window and knew he could accomplish this mission in a neatly circumscribed amount of time.
He'd done it before.
He'd done it using his own expertise and wow, getting blotto on Gammel Dansk that one time with Kowalski led to confidences that only added to his repertoire. He pursued a certain cute-as-a-button otter like he would pursue a cute-as-a-button yellow tang in a balmy Caribbean reef.
"Well, honeygirl?"
"Silly Pingu, it's the same as having feathers, except you moult and I shed when the time of year is right. Our coats protect us from weather and showing our scars."
Now he was knocked for a loop. "You have scars? Where?"
"I did mention our Aquarium keepers had to separate me and Guillermo."
"Show me."
"No!"
He bowled her over and then under the water, laughing, and she joined in merrily. "Skipper!" she exclaimed when her head broke the surface six minutes later, "Stop! You can't make me!"
"I can try!" Skipper burbled, feeling her up. All six fun-packed nipples and the center dimple that was her belly button lured him in like the tar baby snared Brer Rabbit. He jerked back when she bit his flipper.
"I know you dislike biting in the bedroom and we're not in the bedroom so I warned you, now stop!" But it was all right, everything was copacetic, she still laughed and did that thing that he supposed all females did, which was teasing males unless, you know, males turned completely obnoxious. He contented himself with rubs after making a big deal out of his hurt flipper, sucking it into his beak and then blowing on it. She laughed more at that and so he made a serious move. He sneaked his unhurt flipper to her center and dandled, savoring the way she froze and her eyes lost focus.
"You - you - I said you didn't have to - don't - don't - d-don't - stop - don't stop - "
Ahah, fortune favored the bold. He purred, "I won't, honeygirl. Let me do the work." He sneaked a look at the angle of the sun. Seguro, plenty of - well, no, but just enough time if they got right to it.
Amazing. It was if she left the humdrum world behind to enter Sexland after mere seconds. He felt humbled that he could do this to her.
Her voice got squeaky. "Uh huh okay - oh yeah - uh. Right, right there, barely inside. Oh." Some water entered her along with his flipper as he breached her. She lay on her back in the water, her tail sculling herself along. Her paws splayed, opening her full chest to him and he couldn't resist licking a nipple perked by the cool water. Hmm, he'd like to go further with this action but another time would have to do.
She was so damn responsive. She was even better than Doris or Kitka. An image of the three females together-together intruded before he shook his head to clear it.
"Honeygirl, just float and relax your tail because I'll propel you - "
Her voice turned huskier than a Siberian malemute's. "Word to the wise, we otters wag our tails when we're happy. Let's go with the flow, huh? Oh! Yes!"
"Yes!" Skipper echoed. In between wags, he could see that her clit teased him, emerging from its snug covering peekhidepeekhidepeek and then her thighs came together to rub her throbbing clit. Her muscles tensed and trapped his flipper. "Relax, relax, I know you need it."
"I'd love it if you'd mount me!" she moaned as Skipper took stock. Nope, nothing was going on down below and besides, enough sex was enough in 24 hours. He could rely on his intellect and instincts in this scenario instead of his cock. Rather than say negatory, he filed away the image of how she spread her legs once more to show him her swollen lips and his flipper smack dab in the middle of them. "Skipper, I need you so much! I'm on fire!"
Hell's bells, you'd think the water that leaked inside would cool her off, thought Skipper, but damn, she deserves all my attention to satisfy her since I woke up in paradise today all due to her. He pushed at her heavenly gate and slipped deeper. She stretched around his flipper and he moved slowly so as not to poke her with the tip of it. In her current superheated state, she likely would not feel pain until later and he'd never hurt a partner intentionally.
Kitka had liked this better than him going down on her but Kitka was a bird like himself even if she was not aquatic, so he adjusted his mindset to mainly an aquatic mammal like Doris. He kicked to scull the two of them in trolling speed just like Jeremy Wade did on a still pond while he fished for Aussie codfish in the Murray River.
She clenched around him, uh oh, it was too soon but no, it was a preliminary pulse like firing a warning shot over an enemy ship's bow. He slowed his pushes to echo the rhythm of his paddling feet. She had stopped wagging her tail and he surmised by this that her happiness approached euphoria. He himself was calm although when he considered that her tits were arranged in pairs in rows of his favorite number, three, his mind explained to him that it was extraordinarily pleased.
With each in and out, he bumped her clit until it stood up completely free of its snug nest. If he ground down on it, she surely would come straightaway.
He'd wait.
She clenched her teeth and hissed as he employed a technique that Kowalski blubbered to him about when Doris and he were still on the table, before Rico had swept the scientist into his heart and vice versa. Poor Kowalski, the guy owned up to faulty intel on how long dolphins could stay submerged and he had assumed Doris needed to surface every two to three minutes. Doris indeed breathed in this sequence normally, but when Kowalski strutted to her how he could stay submerged for eighteen minutes, she flourished her ability to stay underwater for twenty minutes on rare occasions. "hic Shir, I drooped like, like a popped b-bal-balloon no wunner why she d-dumped me hic but she was nice about it" he'd sobbed after three shots of Gammel Dansk. Ah, crud, Kowalski was a fine scientist yet a dismal reader of women. Still, Kowalski's hint about pleasuring a dolphin ought to work on an otter.
Skipper removed his flipper from its delightful surroundings, gave a swift pat pat to Marlene's clit and positioned himself head to toe underneath her, blowing bubbles in the most sensitive parts of her after he shifted her tail to one side. Though water embraced him all over, his earholes picked out her gah and when her clit pulsed, he was certain that every nerve in her body incandesced. He blew harder, concentrating on both her cute little buttonhole and her clit as she tried to work her hind legs backwards to grab his head. He laughed hohoho like Santa onto his target to make her thrash as he easily evaded her trap.
She could be tricky, too, and she had suppleness to spare as she stuck his ankles in her pits. He played along and convulsed when she licked the sole of his left foot. "No fair, Marlene!" he choked when he surfaced after jerking free because he had laughed all the air out of his lungs. She pursued his foot as he swam for the landing of her pond and caught it just as he grabbed the pool edge with both flippers.
"I'll always get lick you good because you're lick so lick lick ticklish!"
An outsider would perhaps say it was foolish, but the situation was serious to him and so he didn't giggle after a single hnork that he couldn't help. Skipper eyed the angle of the sun as it gilded the zoo more and more and oh my, there struck the hour on the Delacorte Musical Clock as it tinkled Here we go 'round the mulberry bush. Not much time to keep his promise before going home, hmmm. Operation: Quickie it was, then. He deployed Routine Twelve: Pinning Someone Underneath You as he spun in place to free his foot and then surged forward to overwhelm her defenses. She had time to catch a breath before he plunged them both beneath the waves they had created. He turned back towards the landing and boosted her onto it. She grinned down at him and booped his beak with a naughty paw.
"Playing catchup, I seeheeeeeeeeeee," she squalled as he barreled into his task. He separated her legs briskly and she sprawled backwards on both elbows. The posture spread her like an open book before him. He may not have been able to read any words, but he could read her needs just like a scholar could. He kissed and licked and bumped the bone that guarded all the delicious soft parts just under it before he glanced upwards, expecting to see a smile. She froze as she watched him, probably a little nervous that he would peck her.
Silly girl.
Now what was she up to? What was that bashful look, with him of all animals?
"Skipper, we're exposed." She looked around as cautious as an owl, head swiveling as far as possible to the left and whipping around to the right. "I've never, um, done this outdoors."
Ahah, a chance to lead! He put on his soothing face. "It's okay. It's part of Mama Nature, nobody will put you down for it although I don't see or hear anyone. I'll tell you if I do."
He stopped what he was doing as she made to withdraw and she couldn't, she just couldn't quit because he must fulfill his word. He reached for a laugh to relax her. "Even the clock says it's time for sex."
It wasn't a full fledged laugh, more of a titter. "How in the world do you figure - "
"Here we go 'round the mulberry bush," he sang, "the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush" and then the sun's rays reached Marlene to morph the top of her brunette head to amber spackled with glowing honey. Skipper also filed away this image for later and managed to say, "You're beautiful, Marlene, and your bush is beautiful, too. Let me show you how much." But he paused, he paused in case she backed out.
"Mnnnhuh, o-okay." She quivered and he proceeded because with all the stops and starts, she must be aching with unfulfillment. At least, he knew that he would be aching.
She jerked as he led her towards what he knew she wanted, really. Her legs scissored once and then she strained backwards, arching too soon, he thought, so he slowed down. She was begging to be filled and he filled her, feeling delicately around. "You're so wet," he murmured as he placed one foot on his shoulder while he splayed the other one outwards.
"Gah," Marlene said.
Skipper stopped when he felt her tense inner muscles, twisting gently to tender a sweet massage. She bit down on a moan and he contemplated pulling out. No, he could wait to suck her essence off his flipper. He redoubled his pace after a quick look at the sun.
"You're enjoying this - " he began but then she took him at his word that dirty talk was fine but only from her.
"Braapalicious," she grunted as she lay back flat on her landing. Her elbows couldn't take the strain, he supposed, and then she arched like the Verrazzano-Narrows Bridge wire cables if the bridge were upside down, panting with pleasure as she gave a high-pitched wail. She gushed and clenched and then collapsed.
"Damn, Marlene," he whispered as the sun reached all of her at last. "Just, just damn."
Then he collected himself after a spiraling lick of his flipper. "Am I dismissed, ma'am?"
She fluttered a paw, beyond words, as her leg flopped from his shoulder.
He folded that leg next to its mate and practically sailed over her habitat fence towards home.
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