Life's A Beach.

By: Wolfie Steel.

This story is starting out to be a one shot deal, however, if I get enough calls to add to it, I will do so. The story may contain acts of gay sex with bad language to boot.

The sun beats down on the white sandy beach that I patrol here in Hawaii, thousands upon thousands of furs both young and old, male and female, rich and poor all enjoying themselves. The name is Max Wing and I'm a pure breed Wolf with light brown fading to white fur covering the whole of my 6'3" tall body, I have been told that I'm quite good looking, but I guess I just don't see it, anyhow I'm slipping off topic so back to it, I said that I was patrolling the beach right? Well that is because I'm a lifeguard and have been for just a little over ten years; I'm not quite at the top of my game but pretty close.

There ain't much that escapes my wolf eyesight, from glass shards on the beach; to swimmers in distress I catch it all. So I'm sat there on the seat at the top of my tower scanning the beach and ocean for signs of trouble, my sight picks up a young Dalmatian carrying a surf board, and I watch as he heads towards the water, but he seems like a well seasoned surfer so I go back to scanning the beach. After I have scanned the beach I look at my watch.

"Oh well, guess it's time to stretch my legs and do a proper patrol"

I pick up my life saving can and climb down the steps of the tower and begin my foot patrol, this time it's my ears as well as my eyes that are alert, my ears constantly swivelling to pick up sounds of distress. Suddenly my left ear locks onto a feint sound, someone is shouting for help, with split second reflexes my head spins to the direction of the sound, just above the heads of some children playing on the beach I see the Dalmatian surfer, his arms flailing about.

A wave has caught him and knocked him from his board, the same wave is now carrying him out further into the ocean. My footpaws go into automatic as I sprint towards the sea while using my radio to call for backup. By the time I'm at the edge of the water, I have thrown down my radio and removed my lifeguard jacket leaving me in just my shorts, I dive into the water letting my lifesaver can drag behind me.

Ten years of being a lifeguard means that I'm a really strong swimmer, hell I've entered many lifesaving competitions and done myself proud in most of them, now I need to put all of my years of devotion to the job into practice. My strong paws pull my lithe body through the water as easy as a hot knife would cut through butter; I raise my head from the water just long enough to make sure that I'm still heading towards the surfer, with the knowledge that I'm still on course, my head goes back under the water, this helps me to do what I call my speed swim.

Within a minute I'm close to the victim, but his arms are no longer flailing in fact there is no movement at all, Damn it all to hell I'm too late, never the less I put the thought out of my mind and I wrap an arm gently around the Dalmatian's mid section, my footpaws treading water keeping us both afloat. With my free paw I pull my can in close and gently rest the Dalmatian onto the floatation device.

With the Dalmatian in position I manage to grab hold of his surf board, I pull it into position and slowly transfer the Dalmatian from the can to his board, once the Dalmatian is back lying on his board I take hold of the back of the board with both paws, I then push my legs out behind me and begin to push the board and the Dalmatian back towards the shore, and to what I know will be a beach full of lifeguards waiting to offer assistance.

As I approach the shore, a lifeguard friend of mine, a well built Husky, joins me in the water to help me with the Dalmatian, as we reach the shore he giggles.

"Wow old timer, you still got it bro"

We quickly get the Dalmatian up onto the beach and lay down, I check for a pulse and merciful heavens I find one, though it is incredibly weak, I begin to do chest compressions to try and pump the water from his lungs, after a few compressions, I pinch his nose slightly and then place my maw over his open maw and begin to breathe for him. I alternate between the chest compressions and the mouth to mouth until suddenly he begins to cough and splutter.

He coughs up lungful after lungful of sea water so I quickly get him into the recovery position. His coughing slowly comes under control and he begins to shiver, one of the other lifeguards brings a silver blanket over to me and I gently lay it over the Dalmatian to try and get his body heat back up.

After a minute or so the Dalmatian begins to cry uncontrollably, it's a heartbreaking sight to see, but at least it means that he is alive. The medical team quickly rush in and gently place the Dalmatian on a stretcher; they quickly lift him and then take him back to the waiting ambulance. Once he is secured in the back of the ambulance, he is quickly rushed off to the local hospital.

My Husky friend stands behind me with a dry towel, my jacket, and radio in his paws. I take the towel and begin to dry myself off as the sound of the ambulance sirens begins to fade into the distance. Once dry, I take my jacket and put it on, and then I hang the radio back around my neck.

I walk away from the scene and back towards my tower amidst loud applause and cheers, sure I feel proud that I have just helped to save a life, but I ain't no glory hound, after all, why should I get praise for doing my job?

I climb the steps to my tower and re-take my seat, the warmth of the sun warming my body. While I sit there my mind wonders back to the Dalmatian, will I ever see him again. Or will he just become another nameless life that I have saved.