Sometimes it's easier to give in to your instincts. That's what makes us seals so different from stupid two-fins with their magic invisible walls. We know when we gotta just give in, they try to fight and use their magic for everything. We got easy days sunning on rocks, eating fish, swimming and mating. Two-fins, they run around all the time like crazy pups.
Sometimes though you gotta wonder, why do your instincts tell you to do something? Furry and I were both bulls. But my instincts kept telling me Furry was my mate. I'd accept it, sure, but that didn't mean I got it.
Furry was asleep on his side, his fin across me. He looked so cute with his brown fur shinning in the sun and his whiskers popping up and down with each breath. I nuzzled against the side of his muzzle, then began to groom his fur with my mouth. I was working across the back of Furry's head when he woke up.
"Morning." Furry barked, twisting his body around. I giggled and slipped away from his fins. Furry laughed, "Come 'ere you!" He pulled himself after me, both of us making our way to the water.
I leapt in first, Furry right behind me. The water was full of the other seals, some chasing others and some being chased. 'They're mates' I thought, 'All mates.' Furry nipping at my backside broke me out of my thoughts. I swam as fast as I could, keeping my tail-fins wiggling in front of Furry.
We pulled ourselves back onto the rock, barking and laughing. I tickled Furry's nose with my flippers, while he nipped at my tail. I tried making my way back to the water, but Furry tackled me. Our fur was slick with water, but he held me in place with his bigger mass. I barked and play-bit Furry, who nuzzled against me. We slowly regained our breath, staring at each other.
Furry's eyes were big and brown, so warm and inviting. I could see myself in them, looking so tiny compared to my big bull mate. I licked my lips, "Furry...I...I...mean..." Furry cocked his head in confusion. "Am I your mate?"
Furry said nothing. He seemed really confused by the question. I waited for a reply, feeling more anxious with every second of silence. Furry's muzzle slowly approached mine. Our whiskers brushed, his muzzle pressed against mine. We kissed, our tongues fighting and our sealhoods growing to full mast.