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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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Marlene plotzed on Skipper's lap, playing with his head feathers after she had calmed her nerves following their flight. She inched along towards feeling used to his presence again and he, gosh darnit, seemed at ease right away. "I wanted you so bad at night and you weren't there. I hated you then."
"Strong words, Marlene. Are you sure - "
"I've hated before during my internet scandal and I've been hated. Yes, I'm sure." A whoowooo random sound arose from the grate beneath their behinds and Marlene was reminded how she had saved Skipper from drowning in murk when they had first met the scary-big-but-nice Roger The Alligator. Marlene The Otter and Skipper The Penguin had been through a lot together as she considered that what they would share tonight made up another sort of danger. She studied him by the light of her bright lamp and found him studying her.
"Just when I think I know everything there is to know about you, Marlene, I realize I haven't even scratched the surface." He princess carried her to the bed, still bracing her shoulders with one flipper as he reclined into her side. He rubbed her back and she rolled over to capture his flipper.
The conversation turned serious as an unproductive eddy of the river that had seemed heading towards a waterfall of passion swirled around her. Skipper made small playful movements with his captured appendage until she muttered, "Stop it."
"Make me."
"Stop that, too. I'm not in the mood for teasing." She turned off the lamp and spun to face her habitat wall. Skipper freed his flipper to flex life back into it.
"Nor in the mood for anything else, it seems. Okay." The night passed until four a.m. and her disposition improved with a bit of sleep.
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"So, Marlene," Skipper said around a beakful of Prince Edward oyster late night snack, "you wanted me, huh? Prince Buzzy wasn't enough?"
He would puff himself up like a, a, well, she didn't know what. It was time to deflate his ego.
"I was tempted by Burt."
Skipper choked on oyster glop. "An elephant? How would you have - what did Burt do - it's impossible - hackwheeze hack hack sniffle - "
"We'll never know because nothing went beyond first base." Let him believe he wasn't the only male in the zoo. Let him speculate on what Burt had done with his trunk. She could tell falsehoods with the best of them. Mom at old home in California had always said When you say yes to some things when you don't want to then you say no to important other things. Marlene had always taken that to mean give your word sparingly but when she pushed aside her mom's advice for her personal motto Anything for a friend, she had placed her own desires on a lower rung than any needy friend's. Marlene's new motto that she shared with a Red Rhodesian Slasher suited Marlene in new home in New York better: We gladly feast on those who would subdue us. An image arose of her feasting on the parts of Skipper's anatomy that interested her most, but that needed to wait until he stopped choking.
She thumped Skipper's back between his shoulder blades. "That's what you get for eating while lying down. Easy, easy, don't talk."
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"Take it easy, I said! Sheesh, do you want Doc to bring his needles to fix you up - "
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Mildly irritated, Marlene counted to ten as she kept on thumping. "I said I was tempted and I was. It's not like our friends with benefits arrangement is exclusive why are you crying?"
Tears swamped Skipper's cheeks. "Not neither. Coughing fit made me kaffkaff cough and, and cry. Ahem. Better now." He hustled to make up for lost time, she supposed, as he went into action. Her irritation slackened to let's see if he makes me feel better.
Marlene rolled her eyes as Skipper smeared a kiss from her muzzle down to her collarbone. There he goes again with the thing he is set on making me like, she thought. Meh. Why couldn't he allow some give and take? Why did everything need to be black or white with him - oh Marlene, you ninny - black and white? On a penguin? She nearly chuckled to herself before thinking that there were times when laughter wasn't welcome in the conjugal bed. Well, as close to a conjugal bed as she would ever come. He applied himself to her belly as she idly reminisced.
Before they had gotten together-together, there was one thing Skipper told her he had learned solo last December from watching a human couple pressed against the back side of the Reptile House. A heater vented steamy exhaust near them. It was winter solstice, so the zoo closing time edged toward pitch black night skies quicker than a chameleon could zap a fly. Why Skipper continued spying on the humans through the bushes he did not explain. Marlene considered that he gathered intel on many subjects for future use and let it go at that.
The couple lingered between Alice's parked zoo cart and the warm humidity of the brick building's wall. Not a romantic spot, Skipper admitted to her as he told the tale, but then any port in a storm was one of his mottos, too. The youth pushed the girl up against the building and when they struggled to touch skin to skin through all the winter clothing, the path of their hands was sure and swift. He squeezed her chest while the girl sighed and rubbed her front against his cargo pants.
"I infiltrated the Reptile House to dig intel out of Barry about next October's Blessing of the Animals, but that jerk only wanted attention when he spread the word that he knew something. He gave me squat. Jerk," he added unnecessarily and scowled. He only went on when she insisted. "Yeah, the humans, all right already. It was nearly black outside and Rico didn't tag along with his Maglite, but I saw enough."
Now Marlene was curious, too. "What happened next?"
"He licked her tits like they were creamsicles and she whined as she squeezed his kielbasa, well after she got it out of his pants. They said oh oh oh and yeah baby." Skipper shook his head. "It was like he was one of Nanny The Goat's kids over in the Petting Zoo. I don't get it. He wasn't a baby mammal grubbing for milk, so why did he do that?"
Marlene was puzzled. "Grown otters don't do it, well Guillermo and the others, er, what's-their-names didn't, anyway." She considered. "It's not something that sounds fun to me."
She ought to have known better, she really ought. Skipper had gotten a gleam in his eye at a challenge.
Marlene drifted back to the present as he rubbed his flippers all over her chest and down her belly. Without seeming to, she squirmed away from the touch and he stopped. Two minutes later, he picked up the challenge again.
She got bent out of shape. "Stop, guy. It does zip zero nada for me."
He dialed down the pressure, kept up the twiddling and broke out his wheedler. "I told you the story about the kid that time against the wall liking it and so did she."
"Never mind them, I am part of us, so listen to me."
"Hate it, querida?" He stopped completely.
"Nooo, it just, oh, does nothing for me. I like it when you do that other thing, though."
If she thought he'd be distracted right away, she was oh so wrong. "Let's give the tactic a chance, honeygirl. It's always good to change things up a scosche after a hiatus." Then his kiss traveled down south to end the discussion, still without turning her on beyond a twitch. When he quit and moved north once more, she discovered his technique shifted to licking and nibbling her nipples in strict rotation from Number One to Number Six. Her paps had never had this much attention since she had nursed no kits in her life.
After he paused when a little ripple of come overtook her when he added diddling to the technique, it took half a minute while she regained her breath. She stretched out a cramp in her tail and gave his efforts a decent chance. Following ten minutes, there were still no sparks. She had a change of heart as she watched the top of his head bobble while he nuzzled and tried so hard to get her to respond. So she didn't like it. So what. This was harmless. She liked him and maybe he'd pick up the hint that she was offering him a sop. His pride would make him halt, right?
Right?
Sop. Urk. Now her front was wet from slurpy licks. Hmm, this was okay when he got her wet in other places, so why not this place? She looked down at herself as he busied his beak with Number Four in an endearing fashion. Aw, he'd closed his eyes. That was sweet. Nipples Numbers One and Two stood up like volcanoes in each atoll of bare skin. The spiky white fur formed a wet surf ringing the islands. It was still no use, though, because there were no tinglies, not even on Number Three where his feathers rubbed each time he moved. Ah me. Marlene lay back with her paws under her head and counted the polka dots on the lampshade over her bed.
Skipper turned a hopeful face up to her as he rested his cheek on her belly. "The human girl and you are both mammals. I don't need Kowalski in our bed to tell me that Corollary B: Marlene Is A Mammal follows Theorem A: Mammals Like Boob Play." He smiled tiredly and she was reminded once more of how much pity was part of love.
"Maaaaybe I'll like it in future, Skipper." She shook off the image of Kowalski with his clipboard taking notes on their activities. "What happened to the couple? Did they brace up against the wall and do it? Did they doggy on the bricks?"
Redirect worked this time. "Nah, Alice came by to get her cart and rousted them out of the bushes. They put every stitch of clothing back into place and high-tailed for the exit. Man, I'm glad we don't wear clothes." He pulled Nipple Number Three with a hopeful look.
Zero effect, but his head was a pleasant weight on her gut, he wanted to make her happy, and so she was happy. "Me, too, papacito. Me, too." When he jockeyed for position atop her and rode like John Velazquez to the finish line, she performed like Always Dreaming and came at the same time. She was wise enough in the ways of love to realize this was a mere thrice in a lifetime experience, if that.
As the night went on, boob play ever failed to thrill and delight her. She hinted at that fact more than once, only to make him probe her chest in other inventive ways. She shrugged and gave up. It amused her mildly when he tried and tried so hard to please her, smacking kisses and nuzzling the side of his beak up, down and sideways on each nipple. When she mentioned cow and calf roleplay he rolled his eyes, so giving tit for tat, in a way, she tolerated his insistence and rolled her own eyes. She patted the top of his head to nudge him to what she enjoyed, the rubbing and licking further south. She was up to introducing new things into her - their - love life, and not all of them needed to be top of the chart enticing.
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It was on the third go round that Marlene came quick and hard and just once, so she waited for him to finish. She studied the shadowed lamp above her bed. The gloom soothed her spirit and she preferred soft mood lighting for lovemaking, anyway, which was why she had lit a solitary sandalwood candle near her teapot during a brief time out.
Skipper shoved his face into her neck and groaned as he came. There, all done with the jostling, Skipper, my, my, um, dear male friend? With whom I am unsure that I am in love with but whom I love? Oh, forget it, Marlene. Lay back and think of Spanish guitar music.
The song that an elderly guest sang while she sat alone on a bench last week rose in Marlene's thoughts as Skipper collapsed on top of her.
Of all the boys I've known, and I've known some
Until I first met you - I was lonesome
And when you came in sight, dear, my heart grew light
And this old world seemed new to me
You're really swell, I have to admit you
Deserve expressions that really fit you
And so I've racked my brain, hoping to explain
All the things that you do to me ...
The things that you do to me, Skipper, nobody else has ever done. Remember what Cthulhu advised: Keep it brief, be clear and be honest about bringing up uncomfortable subjects. You got burnt when you played with fire, Marlene, because it hurt like the dickens when he left you for his family. It's time to play Double Norwegian Slap 'Em and Grab 'Em and see who wins. The small voice inside Marlene insisted that this wasn't a competition and never had been.
The small voice couldn't be wrong, could it?
"Swell, Marlene, you're swell. I can't get enough of you, honeygirl. You're the best." Marlene savored the sweetly tender appreciation of her patience.
She allowed him to hold her paw. "It was good, wasn't it?"
"Was, is and ever shall be, as the saying goes." He nuzzled her cheek as his breathing deepened. Tut tut, he was far gone in sleepiness. She hated to jolt him out of it, in a way. This was too important to let slide, however, and the time was ripe.
"You know, you're not my first sweetheart. What do you think will happen when or, or if we break up? I've reached my limit." Too sharp again, Marlene, echoed the voice in her head in her mom's soft tones. Well, Mom was soft as an La-Z-Boy recliner, but Marlene lacked her mom's stable relationship. Sharpness suited Marlene better; just because Skipper provided out of this world sex meant nothing. The shell around her heart toughened until she deliberately pipped some holes in it, and this bit of wisdom came from her and nobody else.
Sated at last, Skipper blinked at Marlene's forthright words. She pushed ahead although she realized that the thunder of his heart subsided only minutes ago. "You're tired of me?" he husked.
Of course he would take it personally. Marlene rubbed at a charleyhorse in her right thigh from when she had clamped it around him. Dang, this third time had begun so comfortable and so easy in their give and take that she'd voiced her mind right after he'd softened and kissed her while he pulled out. Honesty might not have been the best idea she'd ever had: just ask Guillermo. She probed her heart further and came up with, "Naw. I don't think I'll ever get tired of you even when we're old and gray."
"Penguins don't turn gray."
"Otters do." She took his flipper and traced her upper lip. "It will start here and work its way upward to my eyebrows and then frost the top of my head - "
He caressed her eyebrows. "I'll still love you like that."
"As a pebble friend, you mean." She had closed her eyes at his touch and missed seeing his expression.
"Sure. Sure." He hurried on. "So what did you mean by I've reached my limit?"
The feeling had only crystallized moments ago. Makali's example of what the Female Principle stood for percolated in her soul without words and she struggled to express what she understood instinctively. "I've discovered that limits help me at this point in my life and it's okay to stop flowering, that the, the need to careen from experience to experience ends naturally" - she saw she had lost him - "and what's left inside me is more solid, like."
Just lying next to him cleared her head about the message of Kowalski's experiment clarifying the Female Principle. She continued slowly as the thoughts came to her. "And, and when the Labyrinthine Mollusk calls me home, I'll have had all the experiences I'll ever need to enjoy the next life." She went on with the bravery she had mustered, "It won't matter that I didn't contribute to the gene pool in this one."
Uh oh, he was too much the leader to admit complete befuddlement, but then he did not lead her except now and then. For his sake, it would be best to focus on the immediate present. Marlene kissed his flipper and returned it to his side so she wouldn't touch him and could concentrate on explaining some important issues for consideration before things heated up as they might for a fourth time. "I love what we did just now. I love what we will do in the future. I treasure each kiss and come and sigh that I get from you."
"Well, hey, I always aim to please the ladies - "
She poked him. "Don't let it go to your head, you goon. I'm serious here."
He stayed still for awhile, quite unlike him. Marlene felt his come pool underneath her and reveled in it. Sometime during the waning night she would exchange their blanket for a fresh one after pushing aside his relaxed body, pulling the sticky blanket from underneath him, roll him over to the clean blanket and whisk away the crusted one. For the moment, however, and she felt a little nasty for thinking this, she enjoyed feeling the evidence of their joy slide downwards on slickened soft skin. With Private and Kowalski and Rico heavily involved in parenting, surely nobody could fault her ... friend ... and her for stealing moments just for them?
Skipper must dread this touchy-feely speech. "I only want to know one thing. Will you tell me when you've had enough of me? I mean, for good and all? I can handle it."
He did not sound convincing to her so the answer was easy. "No. I won't promise. I don't think that will happen. We were friends before and we are friends now. This, um, experimenting doesn't change that. It couldn't."
"Now I'm really lost, Marlene." The dim light from the candle showed Marlene a troubled face. "I've seen what happens in breakups. You never see the person again no matter what you've been to each other."
She felt maternal towards him and she'd never felt that way before. He needed reassuring. "I just said we'll stay friends when and if I don't want intimacy with you anymore, but again, I don't think that'll happen. Besides, we live in the same zoo, you nut. We'll see each other."
"Then what the hell is all this talk of reaching limits, lady?"
"For sex. That's all."
"You don't want to do me again ever?" Oh how pitiful that the leader of an elite squad of commandos could be shot down by a chance remark. She chose her words more carefully.
"Listen. I do want you in my bed and inside me every which way but loose. I'm only saying that you're more, er, sophisticated and yeah, experienced than me. I don't want to do things that you might consider okay, like, like whipping and spanking and branding and and and strange cruel mind games - "
"You have heard of those? Ew. Not my jurisdiction, babe." The candles limned a shocked look. "I called you babe."
This was becoming complicated. "Are we getting confused about us because I think we're getting confused about us."
"I love you, Marlene. And I love Private." The candle guttered and then left them in darkness. In the gloom, Skipper sought Marlene's paw.
Marlene floundered. "Some animals have large appetites - "
"Yeah I've heard that but I've always been serially faithful and you and Private messed me up. I don't know what to think. Fatherhood has really knocked me for a loop." The gloom squeezed rare uncertainty out of him. "Should I continue to command? Do I need to call for a replacement leader for the team? Hell, I'm not ready to retire."
She kissed his flipper, hummed and broke into song. "Try not to worry, try not to turn on to things that upset you, don't you know that everything's all right, yes everything's fine - "
"And I want you to sleep well tonight," Skipper sang in counterpoint tenor.
The black of her cave seemed a little brighter. "It's a good lullaby," agreed Marlene. She scratched her chin whiskers as she turned on her lamp. The brightness made them both blink. "Let's be logical and make a list what is going right. You and your penguin family are all in good health, Sally and Tactic and Private and Kowalski and Rico. That's one. I am well, that's two."
He kissed her chastely on her brow. "You and I make each other happier, that's three. I don't know what I'd do without you, chica."
She pressed his flipper to her lips again with a little giggle. "Um, you're cute. Uh, the zoo runs better when animals are happy is four?"
"I prefer groups of three."
"Oh you!" She pinched his cheek.
"Don't start. I still have a few untried ideas you might like - "
"So do I. Let me get my dildo - "
"Welllllll - okay. But not tonight, huh?"
Someone listening in would have heard a rustle of fur against feathers as the atmosphere turned sultry. "Mmmmm, that was a sweet kiss. I like it when you're on top."
"I do, too - oh! Marlene!"
"What, you've never been goosed?"
"With an otter tail? I should say not! Oh!"
Their play progressed to the point of will they or won't they and then their urgency faded to a good natured cuddle. Marlene rested her head on his shoulder and asked, "So how do penguins show their age?"
"We don't. We just forget to come back from one of our fishing trips at sea."
She couldn't help her voice breaking. "I can't b-b-bear to think of that - "
He was matter of fact. "One death per customer, honeygirl. Drowning is as good a way to go as any."
"Stop!"
"Aw, hey now, I didn't mean to make you cry - "
"Hold me."
"Always."
They slept together in the purest sense.
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When he woke up three minutes before dawn to return home, Skipper realized that Marlene had not said if she loved him in return. Saying that she loved what they did and what they would do did not count.
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