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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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As the month of June began at zero hundred hours, Skipper spat out a strand of fur. "A little kack mossy down here. I'll need a moment, got some on my shhhrlp tongue." He stopped and sat up. She wanted to keep the burn spreading and rubbed herself in well-practiced rhythm. He glued one eye to her digits and made one flipper scrub his tongue until he choked. "Kack Kack kkkkddddhhhhhjrp ptooey glahglah. Mmmm, okay now." He was mesmerized by her paw and kept on watching its revolutions until she noticed.
"It's a relief but it's not you. Get back down there, mister." Her tone softened the words. He grinned and then got serious. She couldn't decide if that were a good thing until he spoke.
"Would you mind shaving a little bit off?" He put on puppy dog eyes with enormous pupils.
It was a bald question in more ways than one. "I've never thought about doing more than trimming since the Vesuvius Twins shaved my tail that time. Why?"
"I'm asking you."
Shaving was neither good nor bad and it would please him. Lovers did things like that for each other, but were they lovers-in-love or pals or something else entirely? Why, oh why did she wibble about the issue? What was the big fricking deal if Rico knew? Marlene took a tremulous step in the loverly direction. "A-All right. For next time, I will be bald as an egg."
He winced. "Did you have to mention egg?"
"Sorry sorry, bald as an oyster."
He returned to his task. "And as tasty, ooh yes mamacita."
The next evening he barged in without knocking. In his eagerness, he excited her into thinking this was rape roleplay even though he'd said he didn't like roleplay. She was panting before he was.
"Lemme see can't wait wanna see it now - " Just like that, the mood changed into what she felt during her visits with the Doc. Calm and accepting inside even though she hyperventilated outside, she stood quietly as Skipper slid to his knees before her, his eyes matching his begging posture. She felt like a queen granting boons to her subject as she shuffled her legs apart.
Still panting, she pulled his face into her, resting one foot on his shoulder. His beak stopped short of poking her as he took in the change she had wrought. All that escaped him was a whimper. He didn't enjoy roleplay? Well, she did. "Oooh, Doc I mean Skipper, am I slick enough for you?"
He slurped back a string of drool. "Herk. Herk. Homminahomminahommina." Reverently, he dipped his tongue inside her holt, the merest tip but she wobbled on her one footed stance until he grabbed her tail to steady her. He shoved his tongue deeper before performing penguin commando magic. In the blink of an eye, she found herself on all fours with his mouth dipping in from behind. She got upended as if in a wheelbarrow race while he seated himself with her tail resting atop his head and her hind legs splayed. After opening her like a picture book that he couldn't look at enough, he lapped and laved until she buried her face in her rug as her supple spine bowed. In her mind, Doc's gentle forays into her innards changed to erotic fingering by someone with hands and fingers who knew what he wanted in the way of producing a slow burn.
She whimpered, too.
Onward Skipper plunged, reaming and kissing until she trembled and clenched with two crests to her come. After her spine melted to jalapeño jelly, he stopped.
Now it was his turn.
Marlene returned to the world when he eased her down to sprawl on her stomach in front of him. She glanced over her shoulder to see a familiar gleam. Okay, he wanted to get some and by the way his flippers ran up and down his cock like spider monkeys on their habitat tree, she knew how he wanted it. This was just and true payback. She crawled leisurely towards him, swaying her head and mooing as she flicked her tail. She champed her jaws as if chewing a cud, surely suggesting what she was about to do with him.
Instead, this halted everything. "Why are you mooing?"
"I'm a cow. Cows moo." She swayed her hips in the fashion that generally turned him on.
Not this time. "Don't do that."
Aw, she wanted to play and he was so darn strict in his likes and dislikes. She wasn't in the mood for toys this time, either. "Mooo - "
"Private's little ghost mooed when we thought he was dead." The flipper slowed and then stopped. "I can't stand the sound anymore."
This was off his list of likes forever, well another bit to learn about him. Huh. "Skipper, Private is alive - " Okay okay, she'd not argue. "What would you like me to do for you?"
The clouds of sad memory in his eyes drifted away. He got a look she'd never seen, a strangely guilty expression that had something to do with Private. "Deny me coming for as long as you can."
She foresaw a sore throat. Hmmm, whatever, because anything for a friend was worth revisiting for a motto. Briefly. "You got it, big boy. One come with ballpark rain delay on your mark." She waited, grinning hugely.
"Mark," he smirked.
Delays, she could do that. She sang and matched actions to Paulina Rubio's lyrics.
"El beso otro beso
Nada se compara, only you to me
Nothing means more to me ... "
Paulina probably did things like this all the time. Marlene channeled the singer as she kissed and nibbled beak and then cock. She hummed around the cockhead and blew bubbles on it. She teased and tickled until he moved as fast as Commodore Danger on speed and grabbed her. "Grrrrr."
Was he playing at being a polar bear? Because he growled like Ted as he flattened himself supine on her rug, hoisting her over his head with strength that she envied. His strength was a major turn on, she couldn't lie to herself about that because Guillermo and What's-Their-Names never lifted her. He gave her the old airplane spin before centering her mouth on his cock. He circled his flippers around her pelvis before opening her with a long lick at her pussy. Oh ho, this was going to be interesting.
Marlene clamped her muscles around his tongue to deny him further entry. She heard little ururur sounds as he moved and then he wriggled until she moaned. But darn it all, if she concentrated on her own feelings then she couldn't do him. And she very much wanted to do him the way he liked this time even though blowing wasn't one of her favorite things to do in bed. She persevered, blocking off the sensations of his wiggling trapped tongue.
"I got this, my friend. I got this." Up and down she licked while steadying the base of the flagstaff. His flag struggled in the breeze. She nibbled it. He stiffened his spine but nothing else. He growled at her again. When had he freed his tongue? She hadn't even felt it.
She was proud of her concentration for that.
"No biting or Papa spank."
"Mama sowwy. Mama kissy it wike dis and put it down her fwoat?"
"Okay now that's just wrong. Any more baby talk and Papa will, I mean I will, go on strike. Fair warning."
She lifted her head with a wink at him over her shoulder. "Sure you mean that, Skipper? Strike? Anyway, you said I might talk dirty - "
Oops, she'd gone too far. "C'mere you, you, you mammal! I'll show you strike!" He struck her bottom like a bass tympani, ending with a rimshot in the exact place she'd never expected.
"Awwwwwrrrrkkkk!" she squalled, struggling to get away. Naturally, he wasn't using all his strength but she still felt the sting on her buttonhole. "St-Stop!"
He let her go after a thoughtful rub under her tail. "I give." He made to leave.
"Aw. I'm sorry."
He waddled to the grate while blowing her a kiss. "Happens like this sometimes. I got out of the mood, really. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Was it the moo?"
"Yeah." He lifted the exit to her habitat. "Sometimes I don't feel like playing. That was an awful memory to get stuck in my think melon, dammit."
He'd never mentioned how it had been to lose Private, even if the North Wind had helped getting him back again. Somehow it was different than when Manfredi and Johnson went under the Pacific waves to their deaths because he mentioned their fate a lot; they were before her time here at the zoo.
Marlene thought it kind to be a friend without benefits. "Want to talk it over?"
He gave her a measuring look as she put on her best sympathetic face. Sure, she still tingled from the spanks but payback wasn't the reason she was interested in having him stay. Like when they had laughed together over Kowalski's propensity to fart and warm fuzzies bloomed between them like daisies in Central Park, she desired more closeness to the inner penguin. Skipper always showed a tough face to the world, well there were reasons for that which she would never understand. She liked to think that it was enough to accept him.
Something in her expression made Skipper drop the grate and sit on it. He looked ready to bug out if the evening turned too emo. She must tread cautiously. Tea, that was the answer.
In the time it took to make seven dives from her waterslide, steam rose and she made a strong Oolong with no sweetener. Even though she preferred green or herbal tea, she drew two mugs of the drink and put one down beside him before she plotzed. He eyed it, pulling a face.
"Tea, when you know I prefer - "
"Think of it as Plan B, Skipper. I'm out of coffee at the moment. You know, options? You don't always go with Kowalski's first one, do you?"
"Hmmmph." But he blew on it and then drank. "It tastes okay. And sorry about the spanking. I never spanked anybody ever, not even Private when he was being a bratty hatchling." He looked into his mug. "You got me doing stuff I never did before."
Marlene didn't know what to say. A small breeze swirled up the grate and tickled their bottoms. It cooled her stinging behind. "Ahhhh."
Moments passed in companionable silence like before. Maybe he needed this break and they'd just kiss goodnight and part ways for the evening. She'd had her come and he hadn't, though. That troubled her.
"Skip- "
"Mar-"
"You first. So the mission got dangerous and you thought Private died? Has that happened before?"
He shuddered and the tea sloshed in the mug. "Not like that. He went missing once but I told myself he hadn't diedeven though I told the team we might never see him again. Then we found him and Sad Eyes hanging out at the entrance to the zoo and I lost it. Right in front of the lemurs and my men, too."
She had trouble picturing this. "You bawled?"
"Naw. I got hysterical and swung him around like I used to do when he was a baby. It was embarrassing, Marlene, quite embarrassing." He downed half the mug in one long swallow. "I had to live it down, you know."
"And you have, my dear." She got back on track. "The other time - "
"It was my fault Dave captured him and killed him, or so we thought. The nightmares finally stopped, though. Hey, more tea?"
She went through the motions as she thought hard. "Have some chamomile, Skipper." Chamomile aided rest and she hid a smile. He might be sleeping with her after all, really snoozing, but maybe she could wake him up for something more interesting in the night or at dawn? Something she owed him now? Marlene, you conniver, you, the next thing you'll be using hypnosis to get what you want, so wipe away that grin. She got her face under control as she rejoined him on the grate.
"Here."
"Mmmm, has it got caffeine?" He held the mug to his cheek and then sniffed the brew. "Maybe it'll help me, uh, get interested."
No, it wouldn't if it did what it always did for her. She'd refreshed the Oolong in her own mug. "Let's put off what we started. Friends with benefits do that."
She drank in the savory tea, oblivious to his thoughtful look. "Friends with benefits. Sure, macushla, we're that and all, begorrah."
She tittered. "Faith, Skipper me lad, 'tis not St. Patrick's Day for months yet!"
He slid a flipper around her. "'Tis a grand holiday."
She nuzzled his neck that felt less granite-like than usual. "Me good luck leprechaun." He yawned again and nuzzled her. Good gracious, was the chamomile working already? That was weird. Kowalski would be interested in the small amount of time for chamomile to work on his commander. She must remember to tell him.
"My faerie fae. My Danu." He kissed her cheek and rested his beak on the top of her head. From this position she could see the pulse in his throat, steady and strong. She traced the line where black feathers met white. He swallowed around her touch and her paw bobbed up and down. He had more responsibility than she'd ever had. He nurtured Tactic and Sally on a regular basis, day in and day out, rain or shine, exhausted from missions or not. He led his troops. He was part of an active corps of penguins whose structure was as mysterious as he sometimes was. He deserved her best efforts.
She managed an appropriate sentiment. "Erin go bragh, boyo, Erin go bragh."
He yawned a third time and she pulled her paw away after petting his earhole. "Um, I'm sleepy. Go or stay?" He cast a yearning look at her bed.
"I want you to stay." There, bold as brass, she could hear her mom say. Marlene, you're too willful, my girl. She'd not heard her mom's voice in reality for ever so long. She'd likely not hear it again in this life.
"Buck up, honeygirl, and get busy. You've got company!" He prodded her and she did her hostess' duty preparing for rest in an Oolong burst of activity. Of course, two mugs of the darn stuff so close to bedtime promised to make her pee in the middle of the night. She tidied the bed as her mom had taught her, went outdoors to void in the spot that she varied time to time and returned to find Skipper on his side, slack in sleep.
She pressed her back to his and pulled up the blanket. It felt good. My, how domestic, her mom would say. I didn't know you had it in you, dearie.
Hush, Mom, she said to her mind's eye. Don't give me any headaches. This is just friends bunking together.
Maybe, her mom said. Maybe. Goodnight, dearie. Two phantom kisses dotted her eyelids as Marlene settled down.
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Run! Run like the wind! Run like bloodhounds are after you! Marlene dashed through the Museum of Natural History where every appropriate door had a human male or human female logo. The museum tour had been a bad idea when she was in this condition. She looked down at her swaying belly as she ran. How had she gotten so large? What was squirming around inside her that made the fur ripple and three of her nipples ache? Was Frances Alberta responsible for this shocking state? It couldn't be anyone else. She hadn't needed to watch her cycle with a penguin, for crying out loud!
Marlene ran harder, her thighs aching. There! One teensy door with an otter sketched in boldest crayon. She pushed on the door. It opened a crack. She pushed harder, oooh bad idea, now she'd lost control and warmth drizzled down her legs -
She sat up, gasping in the dark. Beside her, Skipper stirred. "What is it?" He sounded alert so the chamomile must have worn off. He sat up, too. "Are we under attack?" He leaped over her to stand between her and the supposed enemy arising from the grate or looming at the front entrance. She could barely make out the shape of him, darker against the dark while he assumed battle stance.
She swept a paw downwards on herself. It had been only a dream and the crisis had passed with no embarrassing leakage. "Noooooo, I, um, need to go outside. Be right back, hon." She realized that she looked like a penguin waddling as she clamped all her relevant muscles tight and made it, barely, to the door and then her spot.
Skipper was in a philosophical mood as she settled next to him once more. "What is it with females? Your bladders must be the size of a Maui macadamia nut." She could visualize his smirk. "Now take the boys, for instance. Before we start on a mission, I make sure everyone goes before time. Works for us."
"Pblblblblbbl. Guys and gals are made different, everyone knows that. Guillermo could hold it in like a camel, for candy corn's sake, whenever we'd go someplace in the Aquarium together and once we started dating I got so shy with him about that issue but he was this big macho otter and poked fun at me - "
Silence. Well, he'd mention Kitka now and then so she felt okay with talking about Guillermo. He turned over to face the wall, swiping two thirds of the blanket with him. "Taking your half out of the middle, Commander Penguin, sir? Give!"
She tugged and he relented, still quiet.
"Skipper, that was then, this is now. Aw, c'mon, don't pout."
"Not pouting."
"Yes, you are. Your pout vibes are stinking up the place."
"That was you. I didn't want to mention it."
"Ha. Ha. No, it wasn't and even if it were, at least I didn't Dutch oven you."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Try me."
"Not in this lifetime, honeygirl." The term of endearment didn't sound quite so endearing.
She and Guillermo had had angry sex once or twice with outstanding results. Would Skipper hold back his temper or would he get seriously upset with her if she - nah. That would be hitting below the belt, if penguins wore belts.
She did it, anyway. The thrill was irresistible. What would he do?
"Sucker punch me in the gut, will you? I'll show you!" He pinned her paws above her head but not before she kneed his belly. He gasped comically and released her paws and they tusseled, yowling like Irish banshees until she had to shut his beak with a kiss. He dropped all his weight onto her after a moan, tickling her pits until she choked on his tongue. Some of his and her spit went down the wrong way.
"Kaff kaff wheeze ow wheeze ow c-cut it out - " He disengaged except for rubbing her back as she recovered. There was acid reflux in her throat because of all the hard coughing. Great. This turned out poorly as a strategy to get him into a better mood. She swallowed hard. "Mrk. Hssshhhh. Ow. Dang it." She rubbed her stomach. "I feel urpy."
"Need a slop bucket? Where is yours, by the way? Oh yeah, I used the vase. I think."
"It's not that bad, but thanks, I rarely throw up just like you don't get belly gas." She stuck out her tongue at the nasty taste in her mouth. "Bleurgh. My mouth tastes like something from the bottom of my pool, though."
"A penny?"
"You get pennies?"
"The littles throw them in before their parents can stop them now and then. We hoard them to buy snacks or Kowalski uses them for inventing things."
"He's awful smart, yeah."
"He knows it, that's his problem. I gotta stomp him every so often." He commenced to rub her front.
Shards of her dream rose to the forefront of her mind as she played the hand he'd dealt her. His touch was nowhere near as pleasurable as she'd heard a nursing kit's would be, but then the right hormones weren't swimming around inside her. This was wasting her time yet again and she huffed. "Now you know I don't feel much when you do that - "
He traced the white bib of her chest fur and crisscrossed it with firmer strokes. "It'll build up someday, you'll see, and then you'll be all over me - "
"Like this?"
"Mmmmm." The kiss probed deep. Marlene crawled on top of him, reaching around to capture the sleepy cock between her hind legs.
He turned his head aside. "You taste yucky. Let me kiss your other end." He flipped her like a Mickey Mouse pancake and she hissed in appreciation of his strength.
"Anytime, oh yesssss ... like that ... "
Now she was determined to do him and make him come on time delay, as he'd requested. If she got a little bonus out of it, so much the better. She willed herself to throw all the fuel on the flames and came in less than five minutes. Flashes of color filled her vision red yellow blue.
Skipper drew back and wiped his beak. "Wow. You are on fire, babe. I'm gobsmacked, as Private would say."
Her voice stayed husky from her coughing fit. "I wanna play with fire tonight. It's the witching hour." With energy from out of nowhere, she laid him in spanking position across her lap as she sat up in bed with her back to the wall. "Now let me delay you, chico, if you can stand it."
He squeaked when she rolled his cock between her legs, he flailed when she scratched his entrance and he pecked her blanket like the Blue Hen eating corn niblets when she advanced one digit to the inside. "Ohhh," he managed, and "Errrrr" and then "Ahhhhh." She raised and lowered her legs as much as she could with his weight on them. She squeezed his cock between her thighs that could scissor kick for hours. She worked her digit and then when he grunted, "Soon," she stopped cold.
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