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There he sat other friends and family all around him partying, waiting for the ball to drop on TV, dancing to the party on TV, to the tunes spun for this occasion. He wore a lopsided party hat, pointed and almost falling off his head, but kept on by one of his white fuzzy ears. A rather bored and un-amused look on his muzzle, he never did like parties, and the New Year's bash his family always hosted felt like nothing but a hoax. Yes, the Husky hated parties and would do just about anything to avoid them, but these were not something he could avoid, his parents would not allow it. He looks down into his glass of Pepsi and chugs it down, the ice cubes clinking against the glass. His dual colored green and brown eyes glance over to his whooping mom and cheering family, it was almost time for the ball to drop. He would pretend to be happy and then go to bed and fall asleep. This was too late for him to be staying up. It's not like he had school the next say, he just didn't like staying up late, and sleep is a treasure for him. A way to escape the boring life he leads. He sighs and then finally, the ball drops, he cheers along with his family and cousins so they did not gang up on him later and bug him about it. He stands up pushing the chair back with the backs of his legs and moves to the kitchen. Refrigerator near the door, plain white, counters next to it ending near a stove, then straight ahead of those a dining table, a small one for two parents, him and his sister, all a family of Huskies, or rather a pack if you will. He bellies up to the sink and dumps the ice in the sink down the drain. He then rinses out his glass and opens the washing machine and pulls out the rack putting the glass on the rack. His Sister comes in the kitchen next, snagging up some sharp cheddar cheese off of a platter.

"Alex, why don't you like the party? I can tell and so can the others. It seems like you don't really care." She asks annoyance in her voice.

Alex stares at her for a moment then shakes his head side to side.

"Because Amy, these parties just seem useless, there is nothing really going on that interests me." As usual the calm one, even though inside he felt angry for being harassed about this. It was a yearly thing and he never got used to it.

Amy huffs and chews on her piece of cheese and walks back out to join the dwindling party. Alex snatches off his hat and adjusts his black button up short sleeved shirt and checks the zipper on his plain jeans. Even though he hated parties he still wanted to look good. He heads back outside the party; perhaps he would mingle a little and stop being a rock in the corner. On his way out of the Kitchen he tosses the party hat in the trash.

He opens his eyes and glances out the window of his small room. Painted blue walls, a grey carpet with a desk in the corner, his computer on the desk, a nice comfy black swivel desk chair, a small closet then his bed, all cramped with small amounts of walking room to get around. He was sleeping nude again, his cream and white colored fur seems to glow when the sun hits it, and as usual when he looks down he can see his cock slipped of its sheath again, a knot half formed, angry red, swollen. He really wishes these morning woods would just go away. He sighs and sits up rubbing his eyes and brushing his short brown hair around to at least flatten it down to get rid of the bed head look. He swivels around on his bed and places his feet on the carpet. He yawns and stands up. He snags a towel and walks down the hallway a few feet then turns to his left. He pushes open the bathroom door and steps in the swivels around on one foot and as he does pushes the door shut before he keeps the motion going and stops straight forward again. He pushes the towel through the towel rack and moves over to the shower. He starts it and pushes the heat control all the way to the maximum temperature. He gets in and leans his head against the tiled shower wall, giving a soft exhale as the water begins to run through his thick fur. It took awhile to wash through his fur, he always had to plan two hours before school just so he could wash up and eat and check his e-mail before he took off to school. He spent the next hour scrubbing and washing all the sweat and what minimal body oils he produced, as he didn't produce much because of his breed.

Alexander steps out of the shower, fur wetted down, exposing even more his stocky musculature. It takes him awhile to dry off with the towel. Once he was done he tosses the towel over his shoulder and makes his way down the hall. His sister was coming up the stairs, he passes by. She just simply ignores him; nudity was a common thing with this family. While neither Brother nor Sister shared any interests in each other outside of family, they still did notice each other once in awhile. But it really had no effect, didn't arouse them in the least. He makes his way to his room, opens the door and does not even bother locking it. He only locks it when he gets the urge to pleasure himself. Which wasn't on his mind for once today, even though he is eighteen with plenty of urges, today was one of those dry days, as he calls them. He dries himself off a little bit more and pulls on some boxers, jeans then a tank top that is green and black and has a weed leaf on the front with the words 420 under it. Yes he enjoys a joint or pipe here or there when he can get some from his dad. The stuff is unfortunately rather expensive. Who would have thought the price would sky rocket when it was made legal and mass produced? He tugs on some socks and his normal loafer shoes, black in color. He yawns, glancing at the clock next to his computer monitor. Ten in the morning, he turns and walks to his door, opening it and heading out, closing it behind him and then down the hallway, down the stairs to the kitchen he goes. He wrangles himself up some oats in milk and hungrily snaps it down, he uses a napkin and wipes away some last remnants of milk and bits of oat around his mouth. His Father was even off from work today, he walks over to him.

"Hey Dad, you got any weed that they let you take home?" He casually asks. He glances around, still afraid the cops will bust out of the cracks in the walls. He was not used to it being legal and so had a rough time trying to ask even his Dad for some.

His Dad looks at him over the news paper. He is reverse black Husky, strange his son didn't pick up at least some of that, but hey genetics can be weird at times.

"No I'm sorry Lex, they can be cheap skates." His Dad chuckles and straightens back up the newspaper tuning out the world again.

Alex sighs at the use of his nickname, and the fact he was dismissed without much more talk. He wanted to talk to his Dad as well, but he always seemed so dismissive as of late. He walks over to the window and looks out, checking for rain. It was warm and sunny out. As it always has been living near the equator, he almost wishes for snow every New Year's morning but of course it will never happen. It was in his breed to desire for snow so much, to run through it and lay in it. The deep freeze of winter up in the north would never get to him. Even after so many years in all this heat you could never breed the snow out of a Husky. He glances at the palm trees then turns away to the window and walks out the door. He was glad he had no super dark colors in his fur. He would just end up soaking up the sun and being even hotter. He walks down the sidewalk and turns left, walking up the driveway. He opens the small side door and pushes in to snag his black skate board. He drops it down on the ground, it hits with the sound of plastic wheels hitting the pavement. He steps on the deck and with a push is down the driveway and onto the road. He heads down the road, dodging around parked cars; he is heading to his favorite shop. One that sold Magic the Gathering ™ and other sorts of interesting stuff. One could call him a nerd at heart, but he loves skateboarding and messing around on the internet. He finally makes it to the usually bustling shop. It's a large building, housing room for the annual Magic the Gathering ™ tournaments hosted here. Officially sanctioned, and along with many of the bi weekly tournaments that lead up to the sanctioned events. He was actually working on trying to put together a brilliant new deck, however most the cards he had to back order. Alex has a job to be able to afford his cards; however since it was New Year's holiday it would be next Monday when he returns back to work.

He kicks up his skate board and catches it, then head into the store with skate board under arm. Once inside a few of the other perusing guests look over to him, a few even say hi. Alex nods his head to them and turns to look over at the card display case. He glances over the rare cards, seeing if any of them will be of any use to him in his new deck. He looks over each one with an expert eye. It didn't take long until he found a rare card he wanted, he purchases four of them, Thopter Foundries. And then also four sword of the meek, it didn't take him long to fill in the deck with other important spells, counter spells, arcane denials and the like. He moves over to one of the tables, evens it out with blue and white land and has the deck he wanted to make for so long, ever since he heard of it from a friend. It was indeed pure genius. He pays for the deck, draining his finances for the week. He would need to get some practice in with the deck before he went into full tournaments with it. Perhaps play a few practice games with his friends. One of his friends, a large stallion, towering a good three feet over his six feet height comes over to the table, he grew up with the black and brown mottled Equine, and he gives him a smile.

"Hey Rob; come try a few practice rounds with me with your grindstone deck?" Alexander calls out to him, a hint of challenge in his voice.

Rob smirks and moves over with this backpack, he digs his cards out and slaps them on the felt table. Alexander does the same and shuffles his cards, Rob does the same and soon they had dice out and seven cards in both their hands. Alexander looks over the spread; it's a good hand, one he can definitely work with. The game went back and forth, but eventually Alexander got the upper hand and overwhelmed Rob. Rob chuckles and picks up his deck, putting it away.

"That was very good Alex, I have never seen a deck work like that. Well, lunch should be ready soon so I am going to go home and eat, I'll catch up with you later." Rob's voice was that of irritation, he has never lost before except in the tournaments, where things are a bit restricted. Alexander's deck is following the tourney rules; Rob's deck is beyond those rules and thusly way over powered yet fell to a Tourney deck.

Alexander chuckles and pushes up from the seat and picks up his new deck, pleased with it. He tucks it away into its case and heads out the shops door to go home. He picks up his skate board on the way and drops it, stepping on the deck and takes the longer route home.

Halfway to home someone makes a motion to him, out by the park. He stops and glances over to where he thought he saw the motion. Someone was sitting on one of the benches facing the side walk and road. A Sergal Female, dressed in baggy jeans and a red tank top, bra straps rather visible, a pink bra. No shoes of course. She gets up off the bench and walks over to him, her movements graceful, alluring. What would the likes of her want with such a common Husky? She offers him a smile and steps up right in front of him. She glances down at his skate board, to the carefully protected magic cards he holds in one hand and then to his face.

"You must be a gamer at heart no?" Her voice soft, yet almost speaking of a wanton nature, that alone made him sweat.

"Uhm, well y-yes I am." Was all he could manage, his heart nearly in his throat. What was going on with him?

She nods her head softly then looks into his eyes. He almost fainted right there, those eyes speak of lust and desire. Was it just her nature, or is she attracted to him?

"I am looking for friends, most of the people in the park seem to avoid me, I am new here, and this town seems to be mostly Horses, Huskies and a few felines, none of my kind here." She pouts, which almost broke his heart to see her do so.

"I like to play games as well, I assume that's Magic?" She motions down to the box in his hand containing the cards.

He just simply nods, unable to really say much of anything. She giggles at his apparent reaction, and to the tent developing in his jeans.

"My my, have I riled you up?" She looks down to the tented pants and then back up to him again.

Another simple nod as a response, he just could not get those words out of his mouth. She smiles and ruffles up his hair.

"My name is Kiita, and yours?" She asks him, patting the side of his left maw cheek.

"Uh, Oh its Alexander, but most people call me Alex." He manages to finally say, unfreezing his tongue.

She nods her head and then seems lost in thought for a moment.

"Would you be a friend of mine?" Her voice hopeful, a little worry shown on her face that he just might say no, as many others have said to her.

He thinks to himself for a moment, he didn't really have any female friends; this would be wonderful to have one. He smiles and nods softly.

"I would love to be your friend, Kiita."

"But?" She asks, a shard of worry hidden in her voice, yet Alexander could pick it out clear as day.

He blinks and cocks his head to the left in a movement of confusion.

"But... there is nothing else attached to that, I am serious." He finally manages to be able to complete actual meaningful sentences.

She giggles and darts forward grabbing him into a hug. He eeps and wraps his arms back around her, she almost picks him up but remembers her strength. He keeps his arms around her until they separate and he blushes inside of his ears a little, the only place with any real visible skin that can flush.

She steps back away from him a little to give him his personal space, however he was not complaining about her intrusion into it.

"So, where do you live? Do you have a cell phone I could call you when I would like to hang out with you?" Kiita asks him, elation evident in her voice. She is digging through her pockets to locate her cell phone.

"Ehm, shoot I left it at home, the number is thee four three, dash six five nine two." He rattled it off without any pause, having memorized his number just recently.

"That is fine I'll just send you a text so you can add my number." She smiles and ruffles up his hair with her right hand. He blinks then pushes his hair back in place. She laughs and shakes her head side to side, then glances over at the sun.

"Hmm noon on the dot, I should head home for lunch Alexander, please give me a call sometime so we might be able to hang out." Hope in her voice, she didn't want to lose a new friend.

She turns away from him after a wink and heads off in the opposite direction, he hips swaying side to side, and of course this had to be on purpose so he would stare at her tight yet well shaped ass. He does indeed watch, her tail undulating sexily as well.

He blinks then turns to his skate board, steps on the deck and skates homeward, knowing that a good lunch was waiting for him there.