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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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"And baby, I can't hold it much longer, it's getting stronger and stronger and when I get that feeling, I want sexual healing," trilled Marlene as she basked in the morning sun. Lovely warm rays caressed her front until she flipped over onto her belly to lie flat as a flounder on the ocean floor. She sunned her back for some minutes until the water called to her like the sustaining element it had always been.
I foresee a sea change in my life due to Skipper's attentions, mused Marlene as she dove two fathoms deep. Months ago, where was I? Griping to Penny about nothing new happening, check, flumping into daily routine, check, even entertaining the kiddies had lost its appeal, check. And now look at me: part time commando. After this morning, I'm humming with afterglow that I didn't know I had in me.
The waters looked bluer as Marlene stretched out at the bottom of her pond like a flounder looking up at the awakening golden sky. Six minutes of air, she thought as she scrubbed herself all over. She saved the best for last while she sloshed water between her nether lips. There, cool and calm at last. Pheweeee, what a faboo way to start the day! And the month, too!
Minute four passed as Marlene considered her existence. No family to critique the relationship, no super close friends to nitpick it. Hey, what she needed now was a new gal pal! A clean slate! Penny was nice and Penny also worked long, hard hours. Penny could grow closer as a friend except that her stable was two miles away on West 53rd.
Minute three sloped along as Marlene wondered about Pinky and Shelly as confidantes. Possible, yet onto the back burner they went because Pinky gossiped and Shelly may be sweet, but her goofiness made her untrustworthy.
Minute two passed as Marlene considered whether she wanted to blab about her new happiness or not.
Minute one passed in the same fashion.
The flounder floundered in its decision.
The countdown reached thirty seconds before she decided what to do with herself this morning before humans surged into the zoo. Her diaphragm signaled it was time to surface; she did, and since every muscle had relaxed as much as was possible this morning, she chose a leisurely shinny up her plane tree to reach the top of her habitat fence that way rather than her usual leap. She craned her neck to spot Alice, who would be coming on duty soon. Alice generally slammed her apartment door shut when turning to for work and by this time, each zooster recognized the slam as warning to get back to their habitats with game faces on.
There was quiet.
There was time for a walkabout.
The air seemed airier around the Red Rhodesian Slasher cage as Marlene pursued the mission she had named Operation: Galpal.
"Hey, lady, how about a stroll? Catch some medom-freedom, what say?"
Two tawny eyes opened as the Slasher uncurled from her relaxed pose. With a yawn, Cthulhu stuck her rump up and her shoulders down, twitching her tail. The russet stripes adorning her cadmium fur blurred her profile into the dim cage's floor and Marlene had to focus hard to discern her outline.
"Hmmm? Coming or not?"
The husky voice held a trace of sleep. "Marlene, isn't it?"
"It so is, yeah. Up for a chitchat?" Marlene stretched her lips into a pleasant expression, cordial but not overbearing.
"Sounds rad. How can I get out or" - the Slasher beckoned with a hooked claw - "you get in?"
Now, this part was easy. "Psssh, the penguins know all the tricks and I'm learning 'em." From a niche in the brickwork, Marlene filched a paperclip that Rico stashed throughout the zoo near those unfortunate zoosters kept in actual, locked cages. There weren't many.
Marlene chanted the sequence that she had recently learned as she leaned in tightly. "Tubular lock, looks like eight pins, easy easy on the spins ... " She inserted the paperclip shaped into a clever spiral by a clever Rico into the lock. She twisted gently as she used her sensitive whiskers to feel the chthink of each pin forced down while her keen otter hearing confirmed her success. Rico would say Kablammo! as the door swung open.
Cthulhu stepped out, paws wide in gratitude. Marlene evaded what she thought was going to be a hug and high-fived the nearest paw and then the other one. "Yeah! Way to go! Let's get moving, huh? Aren't you glad to be out of that cage? I hear Commissioner McSlade is working on getting rid of these old leftovers from when they kept dinosaurs here hahahahah - "
Cthulhu seated herself daintily onto the bricks. She looked Marlene up and down. "Why me and why now?"
Ulps. "Can't a gal ask another gal out? Fun times for all here at Central Park Zoo before the workday starts, you know, um. It'll be like a power breakfast, or something. Say, I thought you had a proper habitat and the cage was just for - "
Cthulhu's direct gaze discombobulated Marlene. "The male Slasher hasn't arrived yet from Rhodesia. The big nabobs like Doc and Alice think I'll try to kill him right after mating, you know, like I'm a major black widow spider. My species' reputation precedes me and the humans want us in the open to separate us quick if we fight." She waited with the eerie stillness of all feline predators as her next words combined pride with sheepishness. "I suspect grody Alice will nab me with her choke holder through the bars directly after the deed. Some romance for a first timer, eh? I've never met him but the world needs more Slashers. I'm rare, you know."
Ulps again. "Oh, so you're waiting for - all right, we'll chat another time - don't want to mess with your schedule if - it's not important, like, like wh-what you say - "
Slam
"Incoming!" warned Cthulhu.
Marlene chirped, "Nah, not a problem. Alice never checks underneath these since it's hard for her to bend nowadays. Follow me." Like two wraiths, the similarly sized predators glided under a nearby bench.
"She can still walk fast, though, because here she comes," muttered the Slasher.
"What the hey? Why do these things keep happening to me?" Alice swung the door as far as it could go, peering inside the cage and up to its roof as if a Slasher could hang upside down there. Marlene didn't know that one couldn't. Rumor had it that a Slasher could do just about anything.
"Penguins," Alice gritted out. "It's something to do with those birds, I betcha. But nah, they wouldn't risk their eggs on a stunt like this. They're domesticated now. I'll bet they don't even escape anymore like they used to." The zookeeper moved closer to the pair, still mumbling. "I better check on them, though." She sat on the bench to rest, her behind inches above two muzzles. She stood up with effort after a moment as Marlene snickered over hearing Skipper described as domesticated. This was such ammunition to tease with. She couldn't wait.
"Bitsy! Oh, Bitsy! Here kitty kitty kitty!" Marlene cringed from her hiding place as Alice's stout boots clomped three feet from her. Alice halted to place her hands around her mouth to make what she likely assumed to be appealing kissies. Burt The Elephant made similar sounds sucking up water to spray his own back and sometimes the guests' on summer days.
Marlene elbowed the Red Rhodesian Slasher Wildcat Felinus infernus who hunkered beside her. She made the universal sign for quiet.
Cthulhu nodded and pressed herself flat to the bricks, whipping her tail. Marlene shoved away the image from the nature documentary that Kowalski had chosen for Movie Night. Learning about hunting practices for a pride of lions would be the choice of a scientist and Marlene remained glad she was not a full time team member. She could be subjected to a gory selection every time it was Kowalski's turn to pick. Rico snookered her into watching with them by waving a bag of dill-tarragon popcorn fresh from his miracle gut. It was a good thing that Skipper wound up sitting beside her because she embarrassed herself by pressing her face into his shoulder right when the lioness proved successful. Cthulhu looked just like that lioness did when she sized up a succulent warthog, judging when to pounce and what amount of bite force would break the L1 vertebra.
"Cool it! Alice really isn't that bad!" Marlene hissed. "Most of the time."
Cthulhu's golden eyes reappeared after the red predatory gleam faded. Her claws flexed before retreating into their sheaths. Marlene breathed easier as she squinted up through the slats of the bench. She peeked through the pink blobs of discarded bubblegum that dotted the underside of the resting place.
"Where would I go if I were a Slasher?" mused Alice. She doffed her cap to scratch messily at her auburn bun, which threatened to escape its practical scrunchy. "I know!" She headed for the reptile house.
Marlene came down from high alert with a residual tremble. "Reptile house to look for a Slasher? Ew! Just, just ew."
"Ew? What's ew?" Marlene didn't want to say and after a moment, Cthulhu shifted into relaxation. "Where to next, girlfriend? Shall we mark our territory together? Like, you know, just to be cool, you know? I'll go first!"
Girlfriend? Hmmm. Cthulhu was not quite a friend yet. For example, Penny The Police Horse advanced to friend after over one year of acquaintanceship because Marlene prided herself on being friendly and giving everyone a chance. If you made it to friend status, then you were her friend and she would do anything for you after a certain warmup period. Just like in exercising, friendship muscles needed stretches first. Marlene smiled at the Slasher anyway because Cthulhu hadn't any friends in the zoo yet and she sure sounded like a candidate for friendship since she was non-goofy and childless.
Marlene remained thankful that Cthulhu didn't stalk the answer of why Alice searching the reptile house for a Slasher was ew. Marking territory?
"Um, no? I prefer doing that only in my own habitat."
"Walk on the wild side, mukoma." Cthulhu appeared to catch herself. "Or not. I totally want to tour the whole zoo, though, so you lead the way," she purred and Marlene may have been mistaken, but there seemed to be a note of anxiety amidst the rumble.
"Let's visit the flamingo flock, Cthulhu. Pinkie ought to give us a chuckle or six."
A cat among the birds, Marlene tittered to herself as they arrived, but these birds towered three feet over Cthulhu so there wasn't a chance of fatal feral feline instinct taking over. The flock of ten would be on Cthulhu like pink ducks on a junebug if the Slasher so much as looked funny at them or their chicks. Rosy peeping babies the size of Araucana chickens surrounded the visitors and Marlene admitted to being charmed with the young ones without desiring one for herself. Fat chance of that, she smirked, because after just ages of being the only otter in the zoo and outlying Central Park, chances stood at slim to none of begetting offspring.
Marlene was all right with that.
"Pinkie, m'main flamingo, why don't you just fly out of the zoo?" asked Cthulhu after they chitchatted awhile. It was a good question. Marlene wouldn't have asked it, but it was a good question.
"As if! Have you been responsible for feeding your babies, lady? Do you know how hard that is in the wild?" Pinkie fluffed her wings to flap three strong flaps. She fanned Slasher and Otter fur alike as she pointed her long neck at the communal group of hatchlings playing leapfrog. They made Marlene dizzy. "Well, do you?"
Cthulhu surprised Marlene in her reply, Marlene who was about to say "Be nice!" to the generally prickly pink bird. "I fershur have not. I've supported myself, though, like forever on Rhodesian savannahs. Killing comes easy to me." She smiled wickedly at the whole flock in turn and then at Marlene as well. "Hunting is my bag and my success rate is 65 percent, better than those bogus African hunting canines who hunt in packs, gag me with a spoon."
"Strike me pink, 65 percent?" breathed Pinkie. "You rule, girlfriend."
Again with the friend word and Pinkie had known Cthulhu for a shorter time than had Marlene. Marlene felt driven to contribute to the conversation. "Yeah, Cthulhu, that's really impressive. I notice you keep saying Rhodesia and isn't that country, you know, no longer with us? As in dead?"
Cthulhu's slitted pupils flared to nostalgic oblong shapes. "I refuse to call it Zimba-whatsit because my mama called it Rhodesia, end of story. I am a Rift Valley girl, y'all." She pulled a dramatic face. "My captors named me Bitsy but you know what?"
Marlene watched as Cthulhu licked a paw and groomed the top of her head. "I'll bite, what?"
"That name was for Rhodesia, and now that I'm in the Land of the Free, I pick my own name and Cthulhu suits me." Her fangs flashed. "Agreed?"
"Suuuuure." Cthulhu impressed Marlene with how in tune with her inner beast she appeared, how easy in her skin she was. Marlene considered herself cured of going feral thanks to Kowalski's and Skipper's help, but might a dab of feral prove, oh I don't know, exciting in a staid zoo life? Was how she felt this morning feral? She needed to ponder as Cthulhu waxed poetic.
"Victoria Falls, the Zambezi River, the way the dawn comes up like thunder over Lake Kariba, I miss that." She shrugged muscular shoulders. "Not that I'm much of a swimmer like you two are." The praise sounded genuine and Marlene tipped the friendship scales more in Cthulhu's favor.
"Aw, go on, I bet you could swim if you had to," Marlene said.
"Yeah, baby, I know I could, but there's likes and dislikes, right?"
Pinkie booped Marlene's skull with her beak as she stated in a rare philosophical mood, "Water is my bag."
Marlene patted Pinkie's cargo hook shaped beak. "I love to swim in it, Pinkie fishes it and you, Cthulhu, drink it. I think we've covered all the conversational value of water, ladies. What shall we talk about next?"
"Men." Cthulhu sighed. "Not that I know much, or, or anything. Max The Alleycat was the one that got away before doing me any good. That was grody because I did my best to corner him in my cage and make him do me - "
"Just look at the time! Come on, Cthulhu, you said you wanted to see the whole zoo and with a little bit of luck, we'll evade Alice which a champion stealth hunter like you ought to ace." Marlene nodded goodbye to Pinkie as she dragged Cthulhu's paw and the rest of Cthulhu towards escape to the brick pathways.
Cthulhu endured the pull for thirty seconds before taking back her paw and spouting, "Like, what was that all about?"
"I'm uncomfortable kaffeeklatsching on the subject and if you aren't, it's best we find that out about each other now."
Cthulhu matched Marlene's quick pace. "You are? But I understand that Skipper, you know - "
"What about him?"
Cthulhu's cool slipped. "Um well since I heard you and him, at least I think it was you and him this morning but you know the night before was sort of quiet with a moan or groan or something echoing but this morning, this morning it was you and him, right? Like just after daybreak?"
Marlene felt her nose flush cherry pink. "I neither confirm nor deny that it was me and anybody."
"Aw now, don't get your unga hot! I fershur won't tell - "
"Tell or not. It doesn't matter to me." Marlene got a little steamed. "You've moved into a zoo and we zoosters give privacy to each other because we must. This isn't the savannah where anybody can find a nice, secluded bush to mate under." She walked faster down the brick pathway, looking to either side of her at various habitats. Phil and Mason, Burt and Roy, and any number of other friendly friends deserved all her support because they in turn supported her. She stopped cold when Cthulhu raced around to block her in the way of other felines, stepping crosswise to her path. Marlene scowled at Cthulhu's next words.
"Hey, I can sheathe my claws. I like you."
Marlene swallowed Well I don't like you before the words could choke her. What escaped was chu and then the Slasher continued, "Are you scared of me?"
"Fat chance. With one scream from me, the zoo's protectors would be on you like stink on a skunk."
Now Cthulhu sat dog fashion, offering her paw to shake. "You don't need bogus protection from them. You can handle yourself."
Marlene ignored the proferred paw. "Sure can! My friends love action so I'd call on them to share mine, though. They earned friendship and I would do anything for them and vice versa."
Cthulhu eyed her stretched out paw before dropping it with a shrug. "Honesty is bodacious and I like it."
Marlene rolled her eyes. "Who doesn't?" She stepped around Cthulhu to continue, keeping a weather eye out for Alice.
Cthulhu resumed walking at Marlene's left side as if they were buds. Hmph, some people never got onto themselves. They passed Joey's habitat.
"Oi!"
The 'roo called out from the lowest branch of his tree, which offered scant cover since its budding leaves had yet to grow past two inches. Joey never made it to Marlene's friends list, but then he contented himself with just one friend, Leonard. Both the koala and kangaroo owned multiple personality issues that meshed perfectly in their imperfection. Marlene waved and continued until Joey hollered again with a touch of pique.
"Joey said oi!"
"Oi back at you!" came from Cthulhu as she halted. "What does oi mean, Marlene?" she whispered.
"It means hey. He wants to talk to us." Marlene raised her voice. "What say, Joey? Nice view from there, right?"
Joey blustered as usual. "Come up and see, Sheila One and Sheila Two! Joey likes company." Now this was not usual.
"Since when?" was on the tip of Marlene's tongue but then Cthulhu elbowed her as she popped off a reply.
"What's up besides you?" She elbowed Marlene again as if to say I got off a funny, eh?
Marlene waited for Joey to say something and he hesitated, quite unlike his boisterous self. When he did reply he surprised her. "I miss me mum."
Good glory, no referring to himself in the third person so he must be down in the dumps. Marlene strove to answer something other than I see or too bad or aw gee that's tough or another stock phrase. Cthulhu took her off guard again.
"You know, Joey, I miss my mum as well. I think it's because of the penguins."
Marlene couldn't grasp this. "What? How - "
Joey hopped back to familiar personal space, metaphorically. "Those gonzos cause trouble, all right. Joey was fair dinkum until their eggs got him to thinking. Now Joey is depressed and Mothers Day is, is - "
"On May 13th." Cthulhu sighed. "I wonder if I'll have kits next year who will remember me on the day?"
Joey snorted. "All the way from Zimbabwe?"
Marlene felt out of the loop. She hadn't connected Mothers Day or Fathers Day to the penguins and while she stood there with her mouth open, Cthulhu spilled her guts.
"I don't have any yet, anywhere! But if the zoo has its way, I will by next Mothers Day. And yo, it's Rhodesia, brother 'roo."
"Crikey! That's a rum go." Joey leaped past her correction.
The corners of Cthulhu's mouth turned down. "I've learned it's part of zoo life and I'm a rare creature so I guess it's not so bad to make more Slashers. I wish I could get to know the dude first, though. What, haven't you two ever been bred?"
Joey and Marlene swallowed their teeth. "No!" came from them both. Oh my goodness, bedding a stranger chilled Marlene to her bones and she thought she spied Joey pull a full body shiver.
"Oh." Silence prevailed for a spell. "I know," offered Cthulhu, "since we can't be with our mothers on the day, why don't we get together and toast them, something like that? I'll bring er, whatever I can get."
Marlene warmed to the idea. "I've got some booze left over that Sk- I mean, I've got a bit. I'll bring that and you two bring whatevs, okay?" A party for a worthy cause? All righty, then. "See you around, Joey - "
Joey cupped his paws around his eyes and tooted, "I spy with my little eye Alice on the move, gels! Get to cover!" He bounded from the branch to land out of sight behind his habitat wall. "Scram, sheilas! Catch you on May 13th! I'll have a bit of something in me pouch!"
"No worries!" shouted Marlene as she chugged alongside her maybe-friend-maybe-not-friend. "C'mon, Cthulhu, we'll circle the zoo so you see all of it before Alice catches us."
The Slasher nodded and raced with Marlene, who spewed commentary as she ran. "That's Burt's place, Roy's place, Leonard's place, the gazelles' place, the Reptile House - "
"Why was the Reptile House ew? Why did Alice think I'd head there?"
Oh, so she would need to explain after all. Cthulhu hovered on the cusp of an unbelievable experience that Marlene trembled to consider in regard to herself. Cthulhu seemed brave enough, or self-sacrificing enough, or something, for her species to continue with human intervention. Maybe Marlene's explanation would prove a distraction, something a friend would do for another friend in the same circumstances.
Marlene sifted her words. Maybe Cthulhu had never heard of what Marlene considered ew. Maybe she would need to explain in detail. No, even better, draw in detail what she meant if Cthulhu didn't, you know, get the drift straightaway. Maybe - Marlene gulped - Cthulhu would not consider it ew.
"Tentacles are what's ew," Marlene got out. "Central Park Zoo got in two tentacled snakes recently. I haven't met them and I'm not, um, you know, anxious to."
They rounded the turn to head back towards Cthulhu's cage. Marlene planned her own escape as she ran. Her adrenaline rush tore away cobwebs of fatigue after her strenuous night and morning with Skipper. She panted as she paused outside her habitat, ready to leap back home, sweet, sweet home.
"Tentacles?" Cthulhu slid to a halt. "So because I'm a Slasher you think I like tentacles as in hentai?"
Ulps for the third time. "No! I mean, I don't know if you do or not. Don't get your whiskers in a twist - "
Every bit of fur flared in irritation as Cthulhu showed her true colors. "For your information, I think hentai is skanky."
Marlene felt her face crumple and then strain upwards into a smile as static electricity crackled in Cthulhu's fur. "That's, that's good to know about you, uh, about each other having it in common, don't you think?"
The fur remained on end and the claws came out. "You thought I was that gwash, don't lie."
"I, I just didn't know. It's not a crime to like it, just like you said about water, right, all us animals have likes and dislikes?" Crud, Operation: Galpal seemed a bust. Marlene kept her spine straight as she added, "Let's start over. My name is Marlene and your name is Cthulhu and I'd like to get to know you better."
The fur still fluffed, but the claws crept inside their sheaths. "Maybe. I was hoping you'd let me in on a few secrets about men. I said I'm a virgin."
Alice's boots sounded closer as Marlene dared to brace Cthulhu's brawny shoulders with a hug. "Don't be afraid," she whispered into a fuzzy ear on the spur of the moment. "Pant like a puppy when he enters and it's okay if you don't like it right away. Almost none of us do. It gets better and when it's with the right male, it's wonderful."
Marlene drew back as Cthulhu squeezed her shoulder, all fur now flat to the Slasher's trim body. "I appreciate this, mukoma."
"Anytime, mukoma."
Cthulhu laughed for the first time Marlene had known her. "The word doesn't work in reverse, but I'll teach you later."
"O-Okay, gotta go. See you on the 13th and best of luck."
"Walk on the wild side, baby."
They bumped paws before Cthulhu scuttled for her cage and Marlene scrambled over her habitat wall.
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