The song became love...
#1 of You're so fish...
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Not my first "Happy Feet" fan fiction, but my first yiffy one, so any advice would be appreciated.
If you haven't seen the movie, go do it...it'll make a lot more sense, and it's actually a really funny (and sexy) film.
Chapter One: The song became love...
It was a few weeks after the aliens had visited, and the fish were slowly beginning to return. Gloria sighed, looking out over the massive expanse of ice and snow commonly known to penguins as Adelieland. While night was fast approaching, the party never seemed to stop, and even as the last few beams of sunlight faded from the sky, the songs and dance continued to rise up into the frosty air. She couldn't help but laugh as she noticed one particular Adelie penguin trying to impress another female, though his nest of lovestones was embarrassingly small. He flirted with her for a bit, and Gloria sighed as the two began to laugh together. "He reminds me of someone," she whispered out loud as the two small penguins continued to enjoy each other's company. "I wonder where he is..."
Her question was soon answered by a familiar sound behind her: Tap tappity-tap ta-ta-tap.
Naturally, she knew who it was before she even began to turn. "Hey, twinkletoes! Enjoying yourself?" she asked as Mumble approached her from the back.
"Well, the Amigos are all fine, if that's what you mean. Ramon's mate Evelyn seems nice, and the two are beginning to think of having a little Ramona. The others are still out collecting stones, as usual. Lovelace is still handing out advice, even though he's not a guru anymore. They all seem to be doing ok..." His voice trailed off as a slight wind picked it up and carried it away.
"That's not what I asked you, Mumble. I asked you if you were enjoying yourself."
He sighed, and ruffled his feathers slightly. Gloria watched him carefully, and prayed silently that the rest of his baby feathers would stay; she rather liked his "young and reckless" look.
"Sure, I guess. It's just a little boring to me now," he replied before quickly adding: "I'd rather be spending time with you..." and lowering his gaze.
"Oh, Mumble," she cooed to him, and his head lifted up slowly. For a moment, she simply stared at him; lost in the deep blue oceans of his eyes. God, she loved him, more than she ever thought possible. The frozen winds that blew across the ice served as a constant reminder that winter was approaching, and she dreaded it. She dreaded being separated from the one person who could make her feel complete, the one who didn't judge her (or she him). Mumble looked up casually at her, still awaiting a response to his last comment. Gloria met his gaze, but simply could not find the words to say; so many emotions ran so powerfully within her, it was impossible to convey them all through mere speech. The wind quieted just slightly as she began to sway back and forth, singing soft and sweet to her true love:
"Oh I know that the music's fine
Like sparling wine, go and have your fun
Laugh and dance, but while we're apart
Don't give your heart to anyone..."
Mumble was caught off-guard by the song; Gloria had never sung this before. As he stood and listened quietly, intently to the lyrics, he began to tap along with Gloria's song, and soon the volume picked up as the two reached out for each other. Before too long, they were gliding across the ice together, dancing to the words that struck home for both of them. She continued to sing:
"But don't forget who's taking you home,
And in whose arms you're gonna be..."
At the climax of the song, they stopped. Gazing at each other longingly in silence for what felt like an eternity, Gloria finally approached Mumble and began to nuzzle his neck as she finished:
"So darlin'
Save the last dance for me."
As the two lovebirds stood in isolation above the colony, Gloria stroking Mumble's neck with her own, they both said at the same time,
"I love you so much..."
Both emperor penguins seemed slightly taken aback, but each recovered quickly. Then, Mumble did something unexpected.
He kissed her.
Gloria's eyes grew wide as her mate's beak touched her own. Though she had never experienced a sensation like this before, she didn't push him away; rather, she chose to simply enjoy the moment. His warm breath filled the chilly nighttime air around them, and not but a few seconds passed before she dove into her mate's waiting flippers and started to kiss him in return. The two became more passionate, grabbing for each other like their lives depended on it, and soon, overcoming her fears and giving into her curiosity, Gloria took it a step farther and sent her tongue diving into her mate's beak, searching for his own. Mumble was surprised but pleased by this bold new move, and soon he began to caress her tongue with his. The two stood, their beaks locked together, tongues dueling over the tiny spaces inside of each other's beak, entwined in a dance of their own. After a while, they slowed, then stopped, and Mumble withdrew from his mate. They stood in silence atop the mass of ice, and neither could remember a time when they had been happier.
Gloria rested her head on her mate's partially fluffy chest and moaned just slightly. Mumble got the message: she was ready to get closer.
As he waddled behind her, she began to dance slowly, just a basic to-and-fro. He wrapped his flippers around her sides, and held her tight, as if she would collapse if he couldn't support her. Thinking back to when they had danced to her heartsong not so long ago, she began to slowly grind against his front, sending a wave of arousal washing through his whole body. Her grinding became more intense, and Mumble began to take greater notice of her inviting features; her stylish curves, her full chest, and her rump and tail, which brushed closely against his most sensitive areas. He now knew for sure; she craved for him, and was willing to give herself completely to Mumble to prove how deep her love for him ran. "Gloria..." he cooed to her as he reached out his flippers and began to caress the body of the one he loved and cared for so very much. He explored all her curves, from her front to her back, and finally came to rest with each flipper upon her breasts. Gloria was now grinding against her mate with such force that Mumble had to stop her for a moment to allow himself some time to recover; this was not something he was used to. As he fondled her gently, she cried out softly in ecstasy, begging quietly for,
"More, more!"
Mumble, a bit surprised, nodded and he let his right flipper slide down slowly across her sleek feathers. Lower and lower he went, still holding her as tight as ever, until he found his flipper suddenly felt something warm and damp. This provoked a strong reaction from Gloria, as she threw her head high into the air and breathed deeply. Shivers ran down Mumble's spine as he realized what he was doing. Yes, he had thought often of getting so close to his love, but now that he was actually doing it, he wasn't quite sure what to expect. Deciding to wing it, he stroked her gently with the very tip of his flipper, sending waves of pleasure through her. "Ohhhhh..." Gloria cried softly as she twisted her neck around in an attempt to nuzzle her mate. Sensing his opportunity, Mumble stroked faster, teasing her, sending his mate skyrocketing into her first true orgasm. She nearly screamed out of pleasure as Mumble pulled his flipper back, hesitating just slightly to gauge his mate's reaction to the sudden lack of intensity.
Gloria began to pant (as best a penguin can), her beak agape, letting the frozen winds cool her off. After an awkward bit of silence, she whispered softly to her love,
"That...was...
...wonderful..." was all she could muster before she collapsed into his arms, sound asleep. He gently laid her down to rest.
Mumble chuckled to himself as he waited patiently by Gloria's side for her to awaken. True, they had not mated yet, but Mumble still felt that this night had been a sign of things to come. He stroked her gently, his flipper gliding easily over her shimmering feathers, provoking a reaction. She stood up on her own, shook off a bit, and turned to face her future mate. She smiled, then approached him and began to nuzzle against his neck. As Mumble returned the display of affection, Gloria whispered to him, "Thank you...Mumble."
He sighed and offered his simple reply:
"You're welcome."