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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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"So you can see the kids now?"
"Just a little bit of the beak on one egg. When I left tonight, Kowalski showed me how his and Rico's egg, that's Egg Number Two, you realize, has a hairline crack in it. He's over the moon, maybe more than Private, which is going some."
"Well, that's, that's fine, Skipper! I'm happy for you." Marlene petted his cheek. "This must make them more real to you. You done good."
Skipper squirmed. "Thanks. It's a team effort because there is no way in hell I could have done it alone."
She smiled in the zoo's darkness, certain that he could not see her face clearly by starlight. "Oh sure, I know, I know." He hadn't asked her to eggsit, thank goodness, because although she was part of the team part-time, where could she have kept the egg warm? "Come inside, Skipper?"
He stared at the New York skyline and then up to the stars. "Not yet. See the Ploughman and the Bears?"
"You betcha, same as always. Ploughman directs and Bears do the grunt work. Sound like anyone we know?" Another smile erupted, sharper and harder this time.
"Hmmm? What do you mean, Marlene?"
She twiddled his tail and he stepped away from the touch. "Just saying, Ploughman, that you're good at what you do in any number of ways."
She couldn't see his expression, either. "Meaning sex, I suppose."
"Among other things, yeah. Feeling in the mood tonight?"
"Oh sure."
"Let's go in."
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At the cusp of Mayday turning into May The Second, Marlene eased into an expected intense night as she nestled her head on Skipper's outstretched flipper under the soft glow of her red lamp. Hmm, red or was it solferino, magenta or fuchsia? Mere red did not speak to the swelling delight she felt within her artistic soul. She riffled the feathers on her friend's chest, kissed the scar on his breastbone and played with the creamy feathers she found there. Skipper squeezed her shoulder as he rumbled deep in his throat. After a moment, she saw that one feather loosened. She tried to poke it back into the skin, but it came out. "Oooooopsy."
"'S'all right, s'all right. I've got more."
Marlene ran the feather backwards through her paws. "Oh look, it unzips."
"Mmmhm."
She ran it forward. "It zips up again, lucky you."
He snorted. "They all do. Penguins have the most feathers per square inch than any other bird. You learn that in OCS: Feathers 101."
"Smarty."
He put on a voice that she'd never heard. "Now clahss, feathahs sustain ouah impermeabiliteh in the watah. I want you all to remembah how to preen each othah most emphaticalleh foah yoah safety. Pick yoah partnahs and begin the drill." He squeezed harder. "That was Madame Roostervelt, our phys ed prof. She was the only girl chicken I ever saw with spurs. She scared me. Did you like my playacting?"
"Is there any talent you don't pwn, leader man?"
"No."
She slapped his pecs before tickling his nostrils with the feather. "Stop giggling, it doesn't suit you."
"I'll show you titter you snort tee you hee otter mammal zooster lady!"
"Aaaaah!" They tumbled from Marlene's bed onto the floor. "Ooomph, ow! You're heavy!"
"Aw, you're not hurt." Skipper commenced checking her for injuries as he knelt beside her, flexing each limb while studying her face for signs of pain. Marlene playacted being in agony.
"Not there, ouch! Don't touch me! Not here either! Ooooooh owwie owwie!"
"Pblpbblbp, you otters are all the same, goldbricks every one. I'll just tweak your tail, shall I?" He worked his grip from tip to root, rolling it between his flippers like kids everywhere roll modeling clay to make snakes. "Hurt now?"
"Uh, just the opposite. Me likey."
"Thought so, honeygirl."
At the base of her tail, he tickled her buttonhole until she squeaked, "Meep! Meep! Move along, move along, nothing exciting heeeeere - "
Skipper disagreed and the next thing Marlene knew, he rubbed, massaged and kneaded up to her belly button and then downwards until she couldn't see straight or catch her breath. Mama Nature, the Labyrinthine Mollusk, and other deities including Chango conspired to ignite her passions to fever pitch. "Oh, yes yesyes yeeesssssssss - "
He stopped and she didn't want him to stop. She craned her neck to notice him widen her legs that had suddenly lost all muscle tone. She scooted forward to allow him to see better.
"Why are you so wet all the time? Is it like this for every mammal or only otters?" Skipper circled Marlene's petals with an inquiring flipper. "It makes your fur dark." He pointed his tongue and bent for a swift slurpy lick and sniff. "It also makes me harder than just about anything."
Marlene adjusted her thighs to grip his waist more comfortably. Last time the leg cramp lasted for an hour because she had clung to him like a littleneck clam to its coral outcropping. "Pull me up."
"Always." He hefted her calves to his shoulders and Marlene figured that he straddled his knees to offer more of a supporting triangle for her weight because anything in threes never let him down. "Like this?"
"A little lower, if you would?"
How he could bend to her wishes as they grew more sensitive to each other! If she let her mind take flight, she could see them together for as long as the Labyrinthine Mollusk would allow.
She had never felt like this about anyone else, not with What's-His-Name-Her-First, not with Guillermo and not with The-One-With-The-Curly-Whiskers.
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Skipper placed a leg in each of his pits instead and glanced down to gauge the angle of entrance. Hmm, not quite right. By the Great Horny Spoon, her nectar signaling her eager welcome for him darkened her fur to mahogany in the shadowed realm between their bodies. He nearly came just looking at her there.
"Like what you see, cariño?"
The remark brought him back from the brink. "You know it, cariña. It'll be like diving into the deepity deeps of the Mariana Trench."
She twitched and he could tell she wanted to kick him except he had trapped her feet. "I don't spread for comments like that, Skipper." It was a humid night in New York City but he felt a chill. Uh oh.
"I meant it as a compliment. I've never traveled to the Marianas and they represent adventure to me."
"Hmmm, okay, good save. Well, shall we?" She thrust towards him, thumping the end of her tail against his right ribs as her teeth gleamed in the red light of her lamp. He backed off.
"You didn't answer my question. Are you this wet always?"
"It's only because it's you - "
This felt like the wrong time to bring up the subject, but he couldn't help babbling because he could relax with her like with nobody else. She would understand he meant no insult. "See, I'm curious because Doris is the only mammal I've been with and we were already in the water - "
He felt her measuring glance more than saw it. She shrugged, which looked difficult to do in her current pose of leaning back on her elbows. "Tee Em Eye."
"Um, well, are you?"
Oh ho, how she could cock tease. She surged forward and then back despite his grip so that her center brushed the end of him and then retreated. "I dunno, bird, and I say it doesn't matter because this isn't a contest. And hey, about Doris, why don't you ask Kowalski and compare notes?"
He could tease, too. He dipped inside until her breath caught and then pulled out. "Mi segundo and I don't talk about Doris. Honestly, Marlene" - he poked her further until her eyes rolled up - "I'm pretty sure Doris isn't even on the back burner for him. She's plotzing on the kitchen floor next to the stove where Rico bounced Miss Perky. Metaphorically."
"A-And Xochi?" She gasped when he rubbed himself into the wetness, around and around without entering.
Maybe if he answered her question she'd stop talking and get to braaping. "Here's the thing about Xochi: she died. Rico heard her last breaths and closed her eyes. All of us commandos mourned her and then moved on. The End. And now, honeygirl - "
"¡Ah, cómo jodes! Cállate de una vez por todas." She pulled his head down and kissed him so hard on the hinge of his beak that it felt like a bite. The world whited out as they got down to business.
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The shivers segued to pleasant afterglow as Skipper prepared to leave at first light. He was more brisk than usual, Marlene noted, as he slicked down the feathers on the crown of his head that she had ruffled. He brushed his toes thoughtfully along her paisley rag rug and at last said what was on his mind. "I'll be busy for a few weeks until our HQ schedule settles, Marlene. Don't expect me back anytime soon."
Slithering from sated haze to cold clarity took all Marlene's concentration and for a moment she couldn't talk. "What say? Why?"
"I believe I stated that already." He sat stiffly on the side of her bed while she still sprawled. He avoided her eyes, looking with longing on his face at the drainage grate and escape. A cricket chirped someplace in the tunnel linking otter and penguin habitats.
Marlene needed to say this fast while her nipples still tingled from his sucking kisses. "Skipper, do the words throbbing wanting needing mean anything to you?"
She saw him adjust his commander face. "I'm not saying it'll be easy for you or me, Marlene. If you find someone else in our hiatus, go for it."
Her temper simmered like lava on Mauna Kea. "I just don't understand you. You've got Private, you've got me and you've got no problem with having us two, right?" The lava cooled as a wild thought bubbled up through its density. "I know! You like threes, don't tell me you do not. So let's try adding someone, say, Kowalski, to our be- "
Golly, he looked scandalized. "No! Never! Kowalski and Rico are paired for life, beyond pebbles, beyond some puny human idea of marriage. They have both suffered in the name of love."
"Okayokay, how about adding Rico, too? I'm easy." He wouldn't say yes, she was certain of it. Almost.
"Marlene! Watch what you say! It would end our team as we know it and I won't have that!"
She just had to tease. "I realize you and me and Kowalski and Rico would mean a foursome to rattle your cage, so scrap that idea, huh?"
"Correctamundo."
Well, at least he hadn't walked out on her. Yet. She yearned to touch him to ground herself and summoned the energy to clasp his flipper. "Oh come on, we're all part of a team, your team. Back to threes, then what about Pr- "
"Don't say it, I'm warning you. Private is pure and he'll stay that way. He'd never agree." His flipper was like a dead mackerel in her paw, unmoving and slack. She still held it.
What she had with Skipper went beyond friendship or mating or some third thing that she'd think of later. "Oh come on, Skipper, Private's purity ship has sailed, right? And I refuse to give you up. You brought me back to true life just like I did for you when you nearly drowned in the sewer, and, and I know you're my commander part-time, but, but - "
"You saved my bacon last week, too, but I won't overplay our mutual survival card, Marlene. It's not just me doing the saving, it's my team who saved this zoo gazillions of times from villains like mad Dr. Blowhole right on down to Dale The Snail."
"Dale who? Oh yeah right, him."
Crabcakes, now he gathered his mug and scouted around for any other item he'd left. Things smelled as bad as a blue point oyster spoiling nine days in the sun. Her heart ached like the dickens and overshadowed her commando training. He was leaving her for a long time, and for what?
She peeked timidly outside her comfort zone as catcher on home plate. "Maybe not meet here, but how about a lovenest in Central Park? I promise not to go feral on you."
Good, she switched positions to pitcher and picked him off at second. "You'd do what you and I do outdoors? For me?"
"Yupperdo!" Oh ho, she had him. Surely he'd agree and they could continue their delightful play dates.
"I'll think it over." He stretched his hamstrings, shutting her out.
This wasn't sounding well, so in for a Penny, in for a pound. "I'll ask Penny where the best secrety spots are because she'll know from her police work rousting humans from the bushes." Marlene smirked. "Maybe humans can learn something from watching us, or, or vice versa."
"Covert is the name of the game, part-timey commando girl, don't forget that. How about resting up? We've knocked boots a lot in the past six days eh we don't wear boots, oh you know what I mean." He moved onto his usual practice of scouring the room floor to ceiling to double check for anything else left behind. He tossed a remark over his shoulder that got her goat. "You still have Prince Buzzy, right? Ahah, there he is, behind the stack of canvases. Play with him, why don't you?"
This simply couldn't explode into a fight. Surely she had learned better coping methods than those with Guillermo. "Well, sure, as a last resort."
"Yeah, that's what I said." He was halfway to the grate when cranky syllables just burst out and she couldn't help herself. Oh dear.
"You don't care all that much about being a father, don't lie. You didn't want a chick, much less two."
Ouch, too sharp, Marlene. Mom said you were too sharp when you got mad. What she felt was a weird combination of mad and frustrated that she'd never felt with Guillermo when he left after that last sexy time that she hadn't known was the last sexy time with him.
Skipper turned to her with a look as icy as a williwaw.
"Doesn't mean I don't love them now."
And then he vanished down the drainage grate. The cricket quietened to allow him to pass and started up again quickly, calling for love by rasping its wings together in pleasant harmony.
Marlene never knew she had that many tears in her.
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Skipper made it halfway home before beelining for his stash behind the photobooth between Burt and Roy's habitats. The Unicum's forest green bottle felt solid and unchanging in his flipper as he settled down behind Roy's pile of freedom hay bales. The rhino nodded companionably and returned to munching the more tender timothy hay from its manger before stretching out on his side in the growing sunshine.
So Marlene thought he would indulge in moresomes as he had on Bouvet Island with Araceli and her two sisters? No, wait, he'd never told her that part of his past so she couldn't have referenced it. Wait again, was Marlene panting to repeat part of her own past? He licked his beak at the image and then sighed. It was necessary to part from Marlene for a spell, thought Skipper, so he could concentrate on his biggest mission yet. It was as necessary as kicking Ma Possum to the pavement after she turned his team and him into whiny, weeping babies.
Babies.
Gah.
He gurgled back another shot of Unicum, reveling in its blend of forty spices and herbs and unicycle tires or whatever the hell else Hungarians put into the eighty proof stuff. He just knew it made his digestion better because the ulcers simmered down. He'd have a hangover after overindulging, but so what?
It was necessary.
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Skipper returned to his family after napping a while next to Roy under the warming May sun. Roy rarely rolled onto his back but he did so today, soaking up rays on his pebbly belly hide in New York City as he would have soaked it up in Harare. They shared a cryptic conversation before their nap as Roy itched all the places he couldn't reach by squirming on his back like the world's biggest Bernese Mountain Dog.
"Worth it, bird?"
Skipper snogged another shot. "Worth it, Spikenose." He ran his tongue around the smooth bottle neck before dipping it as far in as he could manage to come up with a precious amber drop. "Worth more."
Roy snorted before rolling his 1,620 pounds onto his side. Skipper's mug tipped as the earth moved in the immediate vicinity. Skipper smirked at the thought of Roy making the earth move before his eyelids grew heavy.
Roy still slept when Skipper's time sense prodded him awake. He scratched Roy's tickle spot just above his lowest rib before he left and Roy did that thing that dogs do in their sleep that was pretty darn cute in rhinos, too. He dodged Roy's windmilling hind foot with ease.
As he trundled slowly towards home, he counted his blessings. Routine Twelve Point Five: Namath's Gambit had not come to pass, that was one. Tackling an elephant might have been Skipper's signature move, but it still would have taken everything he had, just like it did in the battle against Sasquatch atop Kastelholm. And look how that turned out, he mused, rubbing the old scar. I gave it all I had, got distracted in battle, and Sasquatch pitched me seventy feet to the mud like Gardner threw down Karelin. I nearly died and if not for Private's first aid -
I owe him.
Damn, damn, double damn, triple damn, hell, I owe Marlene my life, too. Eh, complications. I'll deal.
He shoved thoughts of Marlene to one side to face what he must as he jumped on top of the habitat fence before diving into the pool. A few strokes underwater and he squirted up like a watermelon seed onto the faux floe to witness Kowalski's disgruntled face. Rico upchucked up a tiny something or other and passed it to his love. Ho hum, more drama to defuse.
Skipper shook his head to clear it. I'm good at defusing and aw, come on, facing isn't the right word, boyo, because that sounds like you dread returning home and you don't, you don't.
"¿Como vas, wey?" he asked Kowalski.
"My Spanish lacks your polish due to your time in the jungles of México, sir," snapped Kowalski. "Inglés, por favor."
Skipper needed harmony at that particular moment. "That was rude of me. Sorry. How goes it?"
Kowalski gave him the side-eye. "You were gone for morning exercises so I attempted the Omega Boom as a demonstration."
"Alone? Nobody spotting you? What have I said time and again about - "
Kowalski crossed his flippers firmly over his chest and glowered, hurting and in a bad mood. A trickle of blood from his right appendage smeared onto his chest. Rico tutted and took the Band-Aid that he had upchucked from Kowalski's grip and plastered it upon the tip of the flipper. He turned his back to Skipper, who heard a loud kiss upon Kowalski's owwie. Rico backed away with a defiant grin that turned smarmy.
Kowalski remained dour. "No, Private spotted me because he said you had done it in front of him so he knew what to look out for. He did fine, I just flubbed the landing and well, tripped over my own big feet. Thank the Maker I did not jostle Private or Rico and endanger the eggs."
Private stood up for Kowalski. "Skippa, everythin' went well, like he said, only a tad more practice with landin', eh, K'walski?"
Rico nodded with all his strength before he burped up a sling. He placed the injured limb into it as Kowalski ignored the tender touches to resume glaring at his commander. "Sir, I wish you would let me in on your secret mission schedule, not that you have to."
Skipper registered the mumbled "But you should" before Kowalski caught himself. He sighed at the lie that was mostly truth.
"It was a mental health quarter-day, not a mission. I'm okay now."
Three dropped jaws told him that he had hit home. "What? I'm not allowed? You test the boundaries of science to relax, oh excuse me, Science." Kowalski had his beak open to start up again until Private spread oil upon the waters.
"I've got my Lunacorns, Rico has a jim dandy stamp collection, and yeah, K'walski tests boundaries. It's, it's okay, Skippa, to take time off, right, gents?"
Private's pleading got results. "Yah." "Sure, when you posit it that way - "
"Why, thank you, Private. Who's ready for snowcones?" Everyone would see snowcones as the distraction they were meant to be; everyone also wanted equilibrium restored because they were his team, a good team despite the absence of Manfredi and Johnson.
Kowalski wasn't quite done with his grump. "Snowcones? For breakfast? Never mind. Yes, I'm up for a snowcone. Let's go try a muskmelon blueberry blend from Luigi's cart."
"Ahgrommtznicklz." Rico started for the hatch but Skipper hauled him back gently.
"No, no, I'll head to the lair to grab the nickel tin. Still on the bottom lab shelf by the Love-U-Laser, right, Kowalski?"
Kowalski's tone remained disgruntled, but a good icy treat would settle everyone down, including a slightly miffed lieutenant. "Not far from the Trans-Dimensional Toothbrush. Don't jar anything while you're down there."
"Wouldn't dream of it." Skipper picked up his mug and skedaddled for the HQ before he had to come up with another half-lie about why he had taken his mug with him on a mental health break.
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