I like it when I don't know exactly what happens after an open-ended fic. This is just one possibility of what may have happened just after 7 Minutes of Pure Hell. I recommend you read that first for context, if you haven't already. It isn't very long.
The next two chapters are two unrelated possibilities of what follows.
Marlene shuddered as the bleached fur on the back her neck was gently preened by Skipper's beak. Her gag prevented her from speaking, but if she could, she would object to it. Skipper hummed appreciatively to her movements.
After a few more moments he said, his breath rustling her white fur, "Arlene... I've wanted some time alone with you since we first met."
Marlene squirmed and shook her head, panicking now. She knew what was coming. Skipper laughed...