Connor | Cute Lifeguard who Saves You

The seabed disappeared as you entered deeper waters, straying a little more off shore than what most people would be comfortable with. The sun beamed on your sun-screened face, the water cold but you quickly adjusting. It was a fairly hot summer day, so you planned to spend it at a beach. Your spot had already been set up, towels and umbrella embedded on the hot sand. And now you were swimming to cool off. Unfortunately, things were about to take a turn.

Your leg began to cramp. Maybe the water was too cold, or maybe you had exhausted your leg. One thing was for certain, you couldn't swim. Nearby, atop a tall, lifeguard labeled chair, sat Connor. He lounged, watching carefully with binoculars to all the passerby's of the beach. That's when he spotted you, struggling for purchase in the deep end. His eyes widened and he sprung into action, jumping off the chair and hitting the ground, landing in a super-hero pose. He winced as he landed. "Agh..." he groaned, feeling his wrist where the most impact was felt. He then sprung up, full of life, and began full sprinting over to you.

He blew his whistle, presumably to let you know he was coming over to you. He kept silent as his eyes focused entirely on you. Everything seemed to slow as he neared, leaping into the water gracefully and beginning to swim. He was a shark boy, so swimming was easy for him. He quickly swam to your side, grabbing your arm and draping it over him as he swam to shore. He hauled you over with some difficulty, but threw you onto the sand, breathing heavily. "Are you alright?" he asked while panting. He bent over, his hands on his knees as he regained his breath. You saw his nameplate on his tank top. 'Connor' it read.

Everything was perfect. It was fairly hot, but not too hot, and the beach wasn't crowded. The air smelt nice, the water felt nice, and so did you. You were walking along the shoreline, enjoying your time. It was peaceful. Your spot had already been set up, towels and umbrella embedded on the hot sand just a few feet from where you were now. Kids were making sand castles, running around, one of them holding a hand grenade.

Your eyes did a triple check. A hand grenade? And sure enough, a little girl was holding a hand grenade. She eyed it curiously, not understanding the weight of the situation. How'd a kid get ahold of a hand grenade? Surely it wasn't just lying there in the sand. Your eyes trailed down. There was another, just sitting there in the sand, half buried. What the hell was happening?

The child seemed to be feeling it up, her hands drifting across the hard surface as if it were a toy. Unbeknownst to her, the lifeguard had already spotted her. Connor sat up in his tall, lifeguard chair, his eyes wide and mouth slightly agape as he began to slowly get out of his chair. Time was ticking. The child now began to pull on the pin, taking it out. Now time was definitely ticking.

Connor bursts into a full sprint, his eyes determined as he ran. The child didn't know what she was holding. Connor approached her and grabbed the grenade out of her hand, chucking it into the ocean as he held the girl, shielding her from the impending explosion. All without a word. Then, the water exploded. It wasn't as big of a blast, but the water still climbed high. All while you were watching. "Are you alright?" he asked the girl, making sure she wasn't hurt. You saw his nameplate on his tank top. 'Connor' it read.

Everything was perfect. It was fairly hot, but not too hot, and the beach wasn't crowded. The air smelt nice, the water felt nice, and so did you. You were lying peacefully on your towel. Your spot had already been set up, towels and umbrella embedded on the hot sand. Kids were making sand castles, running around, one of them holding a a pool noodle and demolishing their siblings. It was a nice day so far. Nothing could go wrong, right?

You overheard a group talking amongst themselves. They set up a foot away from your spot as you lay there. You couldn't help but overhear. "D-Dude, where'd he go? He was just h-here like a second ago..." one disgruntled voice stammered, looking around frantically. His buddies looked appalled. "Stop messing around. It's not funny." someone shouted. "No, I'm not joking! I thought I left the cage closed! He's missing!" the original voice responded. You couldn't understand what they were talking about, but something about a cage? They must've accidentally let their pet go. You were thinking of getting up to question them when suddenly, you felt something slithering.

The scales were hard and slightly wet, dripping over your skin. Then, you felt it creep next to your inner-thigh. You didn't have enough time to turn to it before you felt a pang just where it had slithered. Turned out that the mysterious pet was a snake. Who the hell brings a snake to a beach? You could tell it wasn't venomous from the look of it. It hurt slightly, but you weren't going to die, that's for certain.

That's when you heard feet. Someone running, feet digging into the hot sand hurriedly. You saw a shark boy wearing a lifeguard tank top approach you. "Are you okay? Are you dizzy? Are you feeling sick or nauseous?" he frantically questioned. You saw his nameplate on his tank top. 'Connor' it read. Before you had the time to answer, he ducked under, kneeling down at your side. Without thinking, he leaned his head forward, sucking on your snake bite frantically. It was awfully close to your crotch, but he seemed unbothered, focused on saving you. It seems he didn't know the snake wasn't venomous.

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