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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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"Gosh," enthused Marlene when he finally arrived at her habitat, "I've missed you, Skipper."
"So you're not fooled by my disguise? And we saw each other night before last, come on!" Skipper laughed. He kept holding on his false mustache with one flipper as he drew Marlene near with the other. He pressed a kiss onto her through the mustache. Hmm, not much feeling. She made a funny face as he withdrew.
"Nope. You're late and a disguise ain't gonna cut it as an excuse, mister. Unless" - she looked concerned - "the mustache was for a dangerous undercover mission because it's Memorial Day tomorrow, uh I mean today? Anything I should be briefed on?"
He nuzzled her cheek. "No mission. I was just playing with you. I was late because the kids looked like they were coming down with something when they got cranky. Kowalski took their temps, they howled and it took some time to calm them."
"They're okay?"
He shrugged. "Seem to be, yeah. I guess kids have moods like us adults and you know, if Sally is a little off, then Tactic follows and vicey versey. I don't know how single parents handle kids. They are sure brave."
Marlene nodded after she confiscated the mustache and put it to good use. "As brave as it gets, my friend."
He chortled at her appearance. "Ladies with mustaches turn me on."
"Good, because I'm not shaving my whiskers for anybody." She removed the mustache and poked him with it before tossing it aside. "Too bad you don't have a real mustache or beard and then you could give me a mustache ride."
He grabbed her like a coiling moray eel snares a tasty tuna. "So it's like that, is it?"
"Oh you know it, m'man." She grew limp in his grip, melting onto the paisley rag rug like spilled molasses in July. He followed her down, drinking in her flavor as the rug's bumps touched him in interesting places.
Marlene flipped onto her stomach. "Doc takes my temp right off the bat during my exams. It, er, kinda turns me on. He goes overboard using lube and he's got a gentle touch, you know?"
"I s'pose," Skipper grumped. "You females don't need to turn and cough, so - "
"What does he make you do that for?"
"I never asked."
She slapped her tail onto his thigh, tantalizingly close to the goods. "As if you could!"
"If it were only turning and coughing - never mind. Say, the less I know about him and his needles, the better I like it."
Marlene's tail inched closer to his cock. "Poor baby."
"You and I have flown the skies together," mused Skipper. "I wonder what other firsts are in store for us?"
Marlene lay her head on her folded paws, sighing as he rubbed her tail before easing it to one side. When he knelt behind her to spread her cheeks and brushed kisses up and down, she groaned and buried her face between her paws. When he felt encouraged by her sounds to pleasure her more aggressively, she stole one paw backwards to curl around one cheek and pull it outwards.
Skipper admired the satiny playing field before making out with her buttonhole, sealing his beak around the opening and darting his tongue delicately inside. She moaned louder and ground her hips backwards to rub her booty flush against his face.
He was into this technique now, so far into it that he took a deep breath at her intensity and springboarded farther. Her cheeks clenched around him as best she could make them while she lifted herself, pressing into the action.
As he came up for air, he paused.
Memorial Day ... Memorial Day ... Two of Skipper's lost soldiers pushed their way to the forefront of his mind as he considered what to do next to please Marlene.
IOIOIOIOIO
"Kunyaza her cunny," stated Johnson after a burp stinking of Budweiser, "and a lady'll follow you anywhere."
"Never fails," added Manfredi. He nudged Johnson and Johnson slopped his beer with a curse that Skipper had not heard before, something to do with a girl dog. In France. "Did I ever tell you, Skipper, the trouble me and Johnson had getting away from Juanita?"
Johnson preened himself clean of sticky beer. Skipper was glad he did because Budweiser smelled awful. As picky as Johnson was about some things, you'd think he'd be a gourmet about what beer he tossed down his gullet.
"Didn't you two tell me that Juanita was the one who ate saltines in b-"
"Bermuda! Yeah, me and him loved her to pieces between the two of us."
Skipper's jaw dropped. "Really? How does that work, anyway?"
"No, not like that," Manfredi backpedaled. "You think we'd - him and me've never - he wouldn't ever ever consider - it was one at a time - "
Johnson guffawed. "Manfredi bror, shut it. You're giving our commander ideas about us."
"I am? Nope, we wouldn't want that to happen," Manfredi snickered. "Er, getting back to Juanita, I'll bet she's still trying to raise us on the walkie talkie set we gifted her with."
Johnson slapped his thigh. "Manfredi, your idea rocked!" He turned to Skipper after swigging from his beer. "See, me and him playacted like the Big Boss wanted to talk to her, something about security clearance, and so we left a walkie talkie with her and - "
"We left the talkie part of it and we waddled away from her with the walkie part!" burbled Manfredi. "It was great! She kept raising us on it and asking 'when's she gonna call huh when' and we sloped out of our rented bungalow down to the pier and revved the motor on our boat. In other words, we split."
Johnson's face sobered as much as it ever did and Skipper feared the beer made him weepy. He had never seen a weepy Johnson and had no wish to. "Her voice got smaller and smaller like a lil baby guppy, kinda, then we got outta range," he sniffled. "Juanita was cute and dumb and sweet. It was sad, sir. If we ever get back to her nabe in St. George's, any second chance we might have with her is roond. Roond, I tell you!" Johnson's shoulders heaved.
"Mi fa cagare! Aw, cripes, here we go, crying jag ahoy." Manfredi jostled Johnson and sneaked away his beer bottle as Johnson put up no struggle. He sat at the HQ's table and stared at the chalk outlines of the bunks soon to be blasted out. Six rectangles stacked like dominoes by the access ladder, just waiting for Rico's wonder gut to spew C-4 to turn them into comfortable, restful retreats. The doc wasn't finished with preliminary exams of Rico, Private and Kowalski. Skipper hoped their quarantine would last another day because he had delicate topics to discuss with the two eldest members of his team.
Manfredi waved a flipper in front of Johnson's face. He pinched his pal's cheek to no effect other than a whimpered roond. "Aw, now he's got the thousand yard stares but least he ain't crying."
"Yeah, that's good. Er, Manfredi, what's the skinny on kunyaza?"
Manfredi sat on the table and swung his legs, the legs that had propelled his stout body through more seas and more adventures than Skipper could imagine. The Big Boss hinted at so much of the pair's doings without really delving into details.
The Big Boss aggravated him at times.
"I, uh, guess you're old enough," Manfredi speculated. "Sure, why not?"
"It's a Swahili word, am I right?"
"Maybe? Him and me learned it in Dar-es-Salaam, now don't ask me who taught us 'cause it's not your business. Sir."
Skipper had already learned to straddle the fine line between being overbearing as their officer and being too chummy. He settled for crossing his flippers and looking expectant.
"So, yeah, kunyaza takes a long time to do and you'll want to save it for your true love, at least the love for that month." Manfredi's sass gave way to earnest teaching.
Skipper had already had a few loves, but not a true-true love. He wondered how that would feel and remained silent, raising a brow.
"I heard kunyaza spread from Rwanda to the coast, but him and me never got that far inland, y'know - "
"How do you start?"
Manfredi cleared his throat. "It works real good if the lady is moulting."
"What?" Moulting birds of any sort turned him off like saltpeter was said to. "I cancel my order for intel. Let's play chess."
Manfredi laughed his raspy laugh that Johnson ribbed him about. "Don't worry, I just mean if she's a little too feathery down there, make her wet and smooth the feathers away from, you know, home base. If she's slick, she's gonna appreciate kunyaza better 'cause she'll feel more when you do your thing."
"So it's like going down?"
"Yup, farther down than a diving bell into the Mariana Trench. And for a long time, too. Be sure to hydrate before you try it. You'll need all your cazzo."
Skipper wished he had thought to order a tape recorder so he could start a log for important intel like this. Next time he contacted the Big Boss, he'd request one.
"You're going to want to plow her like never before, but hold off and she'll worship you for it. Rub all around with your willie without going inside, tug her coozie lips but not too hard, and corkscrew so she screams for you to bull your way in to finish her off. Don't you dare do it!"
"I, I don't think I could help myself if she cries out for me - "
"Sure you could. You're the skipper of an elite group of penguin commandos. You can do anything."
Oh. Nobody had ever put it like that before.
"Slap her around some - "
"I'd never do that!"
"I mean with your cock, sir. Slap her all over, inside outside upside down. You'll want to hold her open with one flipper and hold your cock with the other, for control, don't you see? You might come too soon the first time you do this, not that I ever did, well okay just once. Johnson lost control so many times that the ladies always wanted to date me instead - "
Johnson came back from wherever he got to in time to defend his honor. "Skipper, Manfredi lies a lot. You don't know him as good as me."
Skipper had been imagining the scenario. "Can't she hold herself open? It sounds like two flippers from me would work better."
"Amazing, didn't I tell you he'd catch on right away, Johnson?"
"Manfredi, you're lying right now."
"Well, yeah, but it's a white lie to spare feelings. That's allowed."
Skipper couldn't help laughing. "Men, let's finish this lecture and then I'll get us some real beer, smooth as a lady's, well, what we were talking about. Bokbier is my beer of choice."
"Hell oder dunkel?"
"Beide. And that's the limit of my German outside of bundesliga. Kowalski knows lots more."
Johnson and Manfredi appeared intrigued. "Didn't realize that about Brainy Guy," Johnson commented thoughtfully.
Manfredi said, "So what's that got to do with the price of tea in China? Back to kunyaza, Skipper, what do you think comes next?"
"It doesn't sound like I get to come at all. I guess I could stand it at least until the next time the lady and I got together. Maybe wanking each other comes next? That could be fun."
Johnson shook his head. "Naw, you get to come inside her after what seems like years. Pop it in, then pop it in further, then pull out slow while grinding in circles. Do that seventeen times. When they stick out their tongue right as they come, you'll know you've done it right."
"Seventeen times? Where'd you get that number, goomba?"
"Why not seventeen?"
Skipper took charge before their usual battle of words got out of hand. "Enough. So it ends okay for me even though I wait humongously and maybe spill too soon. I can dig it."
"One thing though," began Manfredi and Johnson together.
"You tell him, Johnson. I'm a little dry." Manfredi glugged down the rest of Johnson's Bud.
"It's a myth, at least I and him think it is." Johnson was solemn. "The myth of her draperies stretched as long as a mango skin and twice as pulpy sweet. They're said to get all swoll up and wrap around your willie to make you go crazy with desire."
"I'm always crazy with desire," Skipper boasted, unwilling to seem inexperienced. "How could that work, anyway?"
Manfredi and Johnson winked at each other before Manfredi spoke. "Sir, imagine, like, two pussies' worth of delicious sweetness devouring your dick like you devour cherry snowcones. Wouldn't you die of joy?"
"You said it's a myth."
Johnson took over. "The Gentoo penguin at the bar in Dar who told us about it didn't seem all there, if you take my meaning, sir. We thought it was a myth because how could any lady's petals get stretched out like that?"
"It's a mystery and I don't want to investigate it, sir. It scares me," said Manfredi. It was the first time either of them admitted to fear. Skipper had to respect that. Manfredi licked the rim of the beer bottle before continuing.
"One last piece to the kunyaza puzzle, sir. You don't want to do it on any puttana 'cause hey, why waste the time?"
Johnson nodded at Manfredi's advice. "Yo, bror Manfredi, our skipper's a young blood, he wants what he wants when he wants it from a puttana, am I right?"
"Right!" The two veteran soldiers had mustanged their way up the ranks to warrant officer. They respected him despite his youth and although he had no idea what a puttana was, he would ask his next lady friend if she was one and heed the warning about kunyaza.
IOIOIOIOIO
The remembered invaluable conversation came back to Skipper as if rolled out yesterday.
He knew lots more than when he was a rookie commander; he knew what puttana meant.
"Sweets, I'm dedicating the rest of the night to you."
"I can't wait." He moved away from the hot spot for a cuddle.
Marlene welcomed him to her side with a squeeze. They stretched out together, her head on his muscled chest. How natural it felt to do this, Skipper pondered, how right and real. After a timeless time, he turned from bivouac to battle.
"I've still got the hots, mi dulce."
"Yo también."
"Vámonos."
"Vámonos."
She had trimmed her pussy and almost unbearably hot was that she rubbed her tits roughly to ensure that her nipples were hard, crinkled. It was even hotter that she had done what she hadn't much interest in just for him. Her pussy lips were slick with excitement and Skipper bent and enjoyed her healthy, fresh fragrance before he began to lick up and down the peachfuzzed slit.
"Oh, baby!" Marlene cooed. She trembled when he located her chubby little clit and sucked hard on the sensitive nub.
"Ah!" she screamed, way too soon for his liking because he wanted to pass a passionate Avengers: Endgame span of time and not two minutes of the trailer for Ant-Man and the Wasp. She bucked and thrashed as he continued to suck her clit while massaging her succulence. Her eyes popped wide as he rotated the flippers like a Kenmore washing machine agitator and then her mouth opened wide to complain as he quit to pursue his next calculated move. She seemed kunyaza ready.
He had as much experience now as Manfredi and Johnson; it was time to play it by ear. Perhaps a change up to routine?
"Aw yeah," she encouraged him as he pressed against her rosebud and then "Mmmugghn" she grunted as he cautiously explored this tactic, such a small variation on the usual strategy. He swirled his flippertip over ruched flesh.
"Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw, come on," she encouraged as he pushed further. "No, stop. Red light."
Everything closed up sweet and tight as he departed that opening, and he sighed in relief. On second thought, kunyaza deserved a long, full night peppered with rest stops. Two hours wasn't going to cut it. He made up his mind what to do and hey, maybe she had some ideas?
Always the one to present a choice when time allowed, he questioned, "Lavender or sandalwood oil massage, honeygirl?"
"I'm feeling, oh I don't know, lavenderish, Skipper. Hurry up! It's the vial next to the teapot!"
"Your wish is my command."
He arose for the vial and she rolled onto her knees, then reached behind her and pulled her cheeks apart for him. He opted for a warmup after only one minute of massage but dammit, he burned like the pits of Hades and so did she.
"Mmph! Uh, awwwwuhahuhaww!" she whinnied when he plunged his cock deep into her pussy, pumped twice and smeared precome into her.
He moved steadily in and out and when he corkscrewed, Marlene lost it.
"H-Holy crow!" she screamed and bucked in ecstasy for the second, or fifth, or something, time. Just as she subsided, he slowly pulled out of her pussy and then pressed the head of his cock to her pucker. He listened hard as Marlene slowly let out her breath in wonder and he was careful, oh so careful because he had never done this with a mammal before.
"Aw yeah, ah," Skipper groaned as he felt his cock pop into her, the portals opening onetwothree: outer ring, inner ring and home sweet home. He didn't want to dismiss his love affair with the number three, although actually there were only two doors to breach. He let home sweet home be the required, technical three but would tell no one.
"Oh birdie, that's good," Marlene cooed as he slowly, oh so slowly pushed his cock into her.
She must have felt his precome dribble out of her splayed pussy so she released one of her butt cheeks and dug between her legs to catch some.
"Oohnnngh," she grunted when she finally felt his belly feathers tickling her rosebud. She quivered before collapsing to her side, one leg skyward.
She clamped down, milking his cock as he purposefully pulled out an inch and laughed when he groaned.
"Come on, come on," Marlene chanted. "Do it, do it do it."
She screamed when he reached to tickle her pussy lips, then located her throbbing clit for the second, or fifth, or something, time.
She grunted as his other flipper grabbed at her fifth tit and squeezed. "Ease up, Skipper!"
"Sorry."
There it was, he was fascinated by her tits and defaulted to play with them each chance he got. He supposed it was because Doris' tits remained inverted inside her cleverly covert belly slit and she never, not even once, pushed one out so he could taste, nibble and lick as he liked. He'd asked and she said no; he yearned to do it and never forgot his frustration. Was nursing from her, well not exactly nursing because Doris had never been in milk as far as he knew, but would faux nursing prove as satisfying as penguin chicks delving into their parents' throats for nourishment? Would the sensation be the same as he remembered from Mimsy and Pop-Pop? Here now, Marlene's nipples stuck out though she was not in milk, either, as she arched again. He'd consider another strategy on the attack plan to make her like boob play but later, later ... the prospect of more exploration undid him.
"Sherman's march, yes!" he cried out and emptied himself into her.
"Murglemuffuggghn ... ugh ... ick ... ick. Oh. Oh. Oh," she whined when he slid out.
"Don't move," he ordered as he arose to get come rags. The words came out a gruff command but dammit, he had strained his vocal cords. He'd need to watch that in future.
She smiled gratefully as she felt him sponge her clean. He knew she had been blitzkrieged when he saw that the rough sponge set off shivers that promised to go on forever.
"Okay, you're spanking clean," he said when the shivers stopped. He threw the sponge aside as he spread a towel over her blanket.
She rolled onto the towel and offered her embrace.
"I more than like you," she whispered in his earhole, and then kissed him.
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