# A Seal of Approval

Author: StGeorgesHorse
Tags: Anatomically Correct, Bestiality, Harbor seal, Human, M/F, Pinniped, Seal, Vaginal, Zoo

#5 of A Real Animal Lover

                Now, at
the rate I'm going with my little tales, you're going to assume that I spent
most of my time molesting everything within the boundaries of the zoo walls. Not
true. Some were just too small... Ok, that's a joke. But it's true that not
everything there was equitable to being poked by a human.
                There
were three that did intrigue me. We had one large, open,  salt water tank, one of those old holdovers
from the 1950's with the set up for having performing dolphins. The dolphins
had been shipped out several years ago to a sister park. Now all they had was a
small group of harbor seals and a few penguins. The place looked sort of devoid
of life considering its size and the few animals in it. But it was clean, so
that counted for something. Overall however,  it was hardly an exciting exhibit.
                Seals
weren't a specialty of mine, so I had to look up a bit on them. Back then there
wasn't much useful information to be had. As it turned out, they weren't too
difficult to keep, and these were pretty healthy. And friendly. They were so
used to people that at feeding time the caretakers were known to get trampled
in the rush for fish. These guys were small for seals, but comparable in weight
to a human. And while they didn't have feet, they could launch out of the water
like a rocket.
                I
didn't try anything right away. I needed to get to know them. I was new, and
even though they hardly noticed me, I didn't want to spook them. I started
joining the crew at feeding time, learning which seal was which. I soon figured
out their individual details. There was Aluki, Kanguq and Nirliq. Apparently
someone had decided to give them Inuit names. I suppose those were better
choices than what poor Goosey got stuck with.
                Unlike
the usual caretakers, I did something that immediately drew the lovable little
sea mammals to my side. One day, I arrived at their compound in swimming trunk
and dived in. The staff about freaked, thinking, I believe, that they were
somehow dangerous in the water. These guys weren't Leopard seals, just common
everyday seals. They ate fish. Period. 
                I was
quickly surrounded by the three, who found it novel to see one of their two
legged benefactor suddenly swimming with them. Apparently no one had ever thought
about doing this. And before you go talking about the water being contaminated
and such, remember these guys live in the ocean and people swim in that all the
time without thinking about. Just imagine the things that float in that! At
least this stuff was constantly running through a filter.
                After
that first day, I swam with them every opportunity I could, until they looked forward
to my arrival as much as they did the buckets of dead fish. The managers of the
zoo found my little dips to be disturbing until they drew the attention of the
visitors, who suddenly found a keen interest in watching. After ticket sales
went up, they continued to let me do it. To be honest, keeping up with the
animals wasn't all that hard, and so a daily dip was fun.
                The
three girls soon took to me like the leader of the pack. Of course, they could out
swim me ten times over. On solid ground they were slow and clumsy, but once
they hit the water they transformed into little ballerinas. 
                I had
the zoo invest in some books for the veterinary hospital. I read up on the
species, such as there was, and was quickly disappointed. These guys mated in
the water, leastwise, that's what was assumed. I wasn't against trying a little
tryst in the water if they were willing, but there was a disparity in our body
forms.
                What?
Haven't you ever wondered how a female seal is formed? While some of them are
as long as a human is tall, they are not in any way equal. My cock was at the
approximate midpoint of my body, whereas a seal's vaginal opening was at its
base, just under the tail flippers. So to make out with one in the water, I
would drown before I ever had a chance to blow a wad.
                I was
therefore cultivating a bit of socialization with them on the concrete pad that
jutted into the pool. It was one of those features that was designed by someone
who had no idea what seaside rocks looked like. 
Over it was a poor attempt at reproducing the look of natural stone, and
over the years had developed cracks running through it. A true sea worn rock
was smooth. I suppose though to a seal's tough skin and thick layer of fat, was
hardly noticeable. 
                The
trick was then, to coax them into being willing partner's out of the
water.  If I could convince one of them
to roll on her back, and if I had knee pads to save my poor patellas from the
hard surface, I just might make it work. So the first thing I did on my free
time was go out and purchase some pads, like the ones you use for gardening. I
also bought my own supply of lube. No point in making it obvious that the
clinic's supply was running out so quickly. 
                One fine,
warm evening I made sure that the park was shut down and everyone was gone
before breaking out the equipment. I changed into my swimming trunks and carried
my pads and lube in a waterproof bag, in case the nosy little buggers decided
to make off with it. They were curious about everything.
                I
started off by swimming with them for a while. They responded to my little dip
by swimming circles around me.  When I
popped out and sat on the edge, they zoomed to the surface and joined me. So
far, so good. 
                I chose
Aluki out of the three and scratched behind her diminutive ears. She accepted
it, moving partially on her side. This was what was hoping for. I moved my
attention to rubbing and scratching her skin from her neck all the way down her
belly. Eventually, she got so caught up in it she rolled over completely. I
worked my hand down to her back end.
                Her
cunt was covered with a little slit that was as tight as a, well, I don't know.
Anatomically speaking, it made sense. An open hole would be subject to the
effects of seas water and all the little things that floated in it. Then again,
mating on a beach, as some of them did, a hole that could tighten up and keep out
the sand and surf was a necessary adaptation. 
                I
pressed my thumb and finger on either side and gently pried it open. She lifted
her head and watched me, but otherwise didn't seem to be bothered by my
personal intrusion. I took the middle finger from my other hand and pushed it
in. The opening was tough like the rest of her skin, but inside the color ran
hot pink and the tissue was as supple as any human cunt.
                Figuring
I had nothing to lose, I stripped off my shorts, put on the pads and grabbed
the lube. I climbed over her tail and positioned myself. A male seal, if it was
of a species that mated on the beach, would have mounted her from behind and on
top. But we've already established that I'm not a seal. Oh, I suppose I could
have made that work, but it didn't seem worth the effort.
                So I
pried her slit open, squeezed in some lube and leaned down until the head of my
cock hit the narrow opening. From there, it was several sharp hip thrusts and I
was in. I put my hands down on the concrete and went to work. The first thing I
fell in love with was how her slit closed up around me. It was automatic, and
not simply a matter of her tissues closing in on me. It was literally a muscle
driven action.
                Think
of it like an anus, maybe even Annabelle's anus. It was a ring of muscle that
controlled movement in and out. That's what I had here. It wasn't constructed
the same, but my cock didn't care.  As
for the seal, she was chilling, occasionally looking back at me, but not
voicing any concerns. Trust me, if she wanted to leave, I wasn't in the
position to stop her. Her pals were checking us out, apparently curious as to
what we were doing. One finally fell asleep while the other dove back into the
water.
                Me, I
dove into her depths like a submarine. I was a strange sensation, touching bare
skin so up close and personal with an animal like this. Its surface was fairly
cool, seeing as it kept her from losing body heat. The water in the enclosure was
cold, though probably not as cold as it was in the wild. That layer of fat is
what allowed the creature to survive. 
                I doubt
most people ever think about seals. I'm sure there are a few morons out there who
think that they're fish. I have overheard a few of the visitors talking about
dolphins and porpoises like they're some sort of shark.  The ignorance of some people is appalling. 
                As it
was, Aluki was a willing, if mildly indifferent partner. If I had been a male
seal, this might not have been happening, but maybe to her, I was still just
scratching some spots that she couldn't reach. It was certainly Annabelle's
problem. The seals had no such way of relieving themselves here in th zoo.
                I
thrust away at her insides, reveling in the feel of her tight, rubbery flesh
grasping at my cock. I wondered if the males only got off once during mating.
Some animals mated repeatedly, and some did it once and moved on to another.
That would leave a lot of frustrated females in my opinion. There was also the
fact that they mated only once a year.  I
was bound and determined to show this little lady a good time. 
                I'll
say this. The position I was in to accomplish this was not bad, seeing as I was
resting part of my weight on her body. My knees were fine, but after a while I
moved my hands to her belly because the concrete was causing havoc with them.
Thankfully, her body, despite all of the fat underneath her skin, was taut and
firm.  My hands didn't even leave a
depression.
                I would
challenge you to find a human female who was that fit. I'm not knocking them,
really I'm not, but especially today, years after this happened, I look around
me and wonder why people have let themselves go. I think everyone should take
up swimming. It's a great way to stay in shape. Trust me. My girls were
tip-top. So was I. 
                I
happily fucked her for as long as I could hold out. I figured I would take one
shot and not press my luck. As it was, she seemed cool with what I was
doing.  I can't honestly say if she was
into it at all, as many animals reacted only during their estrus. But she was
happy enough with me to stay put while I gave her such lavish attention. 
                After a
while I closed my eyes and pictured a secluded beach somewhere. I could feel
the sun on my back and the wind in my hair, as the waves lapped at my feet. It
didn't take long after that for me to blow. She might as well have been my own
little version of a mermaid. For maid she had been right up until I came along.

                I
worked my legs so hard when I came, that later, when I got up, I noticed that I
had rubbed a good portion of the rubber off of the knee pads. I hoped no one
noticed it, for some of it was ground into the surface. That tells you the
amount of energy I had applied to getting off.
                When I
was done, I fell on top of her, sucking air like the oxygen starved fool I was.
I gave her a weak hug, squeezing her sides as I got my breath. By this time,
Kanguq, who had been swimming, rejoined us and looked around quizzically. She
sniffed the air, but soon huddled with her other pen mate. I pulled out of
Aluki and pulled on my shorts. I gave her a pat on the head, gathered my stuff
and exited the enclosure. 
                As I
walked back to my rooms, I contemplated my recent experience. I think that
doing this with a wild one would have been more exciting, as it had been in my
imagination. It was fun regardless, but Olive had that element of danger to her,
and Annabelle was totally into it. Those things made it more satisfying. Aluki
had her anatomy going for her...
                I
stopped and laughed out loud. In that moment, I gave myself a nickname. Aluki
was a fine little creature to be sure. And I had definitely enjoyed myself.
That meant that in the end, I really liked a nice tight seal. I guess that made
me a bit like Tupperware!

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