Hello! This is Casey and uhh, well, I've never used this feature before (aside from posting some old ass stories I wrote of Casey when making him), but I figured why not try it out?

I don't really know how most other people use Journals but I just wanted to give some insight and words to those who follow and favorite all my comms! I mainly exist on Telegram in some groups, mostly with close friends I've made through the years there and before on Kik. I forget FA exists and my Twitter exists aside from posting art every so often, and people there might not know where I chat and stuff, so yeah. My telegram tag is the same as my Twitter so it's easy to find in case you needed/wanted to get in contact!

My art posting has lessened over time, money management and irl stuff, but I am always so surprised to see so many favorites and likes on past submissions. I appreciate all the love and hope any and all future arts I post you enjoy equally as much!~

Till next time,
Casey~♡

A quick introduction. Hiya!~ I am ATigerNamedCasey, actual pen name pending, and this is the start of the story of Casey. Casey is a furry character I've been bouncing around in my head for a while, kind've a fursona of sorts if you want to look at it that way. I've always wanted to do something with him, and since my artistic skills are low at best, I figured I would take a crack at writing him. So here are the first 2 stories I did of Casey, which originally was made on my Reddit account of the same name. Feel free to go check it out!

So year, I hope you enjoy it!~

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“Casey? Is that you!?”

The aforementioned individual turns around, trying to find the source of the statement. “Huh?” Before he can realize what or who it was, Casey is tackled to the ground by a cat-like figure. Impacting with a loud thud, Casey is dazed by the strike and pinned to the ground. As he comes to his senses and his eyes readjust, he sees the face of his “attacker”. Green eyes, charcoal fur, shit-eating grin, happily smiling down at him.

“It IS you! Oh my god, Casey! You’re back!”, the figure’s ears perk up with exclamation.

Casey’s own eyebrows and eyes portray bewilderment. “Wait, Jenn?”, he asks.

“The one and only, thank you very much.” The feline’s eyebrows accentuating the flair in her voice as she says that. Casey can also notice her tail happily flicking back and forth behind her. He smiles back at Jenn finally, “I love seeing friends after a long time too, but do you mind getting off of me now?”, he asks her politely. Being tackled to the ground in the middle of the mall with onlookers around isn’t the best scenario for most people. “C’mon, people are staring…” Casey’s eyes dart from side to side, noticing a couple of people turning their heads towards them.

In response to his question, Jenn laughs. “Ha, like that has stopped you before…” She winks slightly at him, nudging him in the chest with her elbow.

“Har har, very funny.” He chuckled back at her, but shoots back again, “But seriously, could we get up? My bag is being crushed.” He motions with his head to underneath the pair. A tan, leather messenger bag is just barely poking out from below them.

“Oh, heh, right…” Jenn lifts herself back onto her feet, then reaches down to help Casey as well. “...Sorry ‘bout that! I was just so excited to see you again!”

“I could say the same, I didn’t think you were in town nowadays.” Back on his feet, Casey checks his bag, smoothing it out, and places it back to his right side. Grabbing the strap that is across his chest, he smiles once again. “Hey, let’s head to that table, I think some catching up is in order, don’t ya think?”

“Oh, definitely.”

As the two walk over to a nearby table, Casey looks around the mall he was just attacked in. Various stores, selling all types of goods. A few empty locations, but that’s to be expected in any mall nowadays. The smell of freshly baked pastries and goodies come from one storefront, while the noises of rock and roll come from another. The folk around the mall are as diverse as the stores, all colors of fur, unique patterns, unique types, clothes of all looks and animals of all looks.

Casey and Jenn reach the table and they both take seats at opposite ends of it. Casey takes off his bag over his head and places it aside them. Jenn plops down into her seat and places her arms on the table, or rather, her elbows, and learns her head on top of them. Her gaze fixated on Casey, eyeing him up and down.

“You okay Jenn?” His face looking concerned, but that quickly shifts to panic. “Do I have something on my shirt?” He quickly looks down at his torso. “Oh, no silly, as clean as ever.” Jenn’s gaze doesn’t break. “Then why are you staring at me like that?” He chuckles nervously, slightly worried something was wrong with his clothes.

“Did you workout a lot in Hyde? ‘Cause, take this as you will from me, but you’re looking really good, Case.”

Casey blushes slightly, rose color coming to his cheeks. Jenn noticing how I look? I must’ve done something right then. “You really think so?” He looks at her, wide eyed, tilting his head ever so slightly to the right, a small smile coming across.

“Yeah, I’m impressed really.”

Casey blushes even more, his hand reaching up and scratching the back of his head, some sort of way to combat the sudden rush of embarrassment, excitement, and shyness all at once.

“I mean, I know you said you were going to work on it, but I didn’t think you’d get this far.” Jenn shifts from two hands supporting her head to one, while the freed hand falls to her side. Casey on the other hand has kept scratching the back of his head, his cheeks still a rosey red among his orange/gold fur. His blue eyes darting around the table, Jenn, the mall around them. Casey’s other hard goes to grab his bag strap, but it isn’t there, so he grabs at nothing. Realizing what he was doing, he looks down to see how he was trying to grab nothing, getting even more nervous. He softly chuckles to himself, his ears folding down slightly. Jenn chuckles at this. “O-Oh, well thank you. I tried my best, I’m happy with how it turned out.”

Jenn, after finishing laughing to herself at his attempt to cope by grabbing the bag strap that was not there, finally lifts her head off of her hand, a smirk forming. “Maybe you could show me how the rest looks later, hm?~” As she says that, she notices even more of Casey. He is sitting with great posture, regardless of how shy he has felt. The clothes he is wearing fit his body almost perfectly, forming out his figure, which leans towards more feminine than masculine. Jenn noticed as they walked to the table earlier at how Casey’s pants, what seemed to be dark colored jeans, also form to his body almost perfectly. His legs toned and slender, his rear defined and definitely being held back by the jeans. Overall, if one quickly looked at him, they could mistake him for a girl.

Tending to the silence that has been hovering over the two after Jenn said her previous statement, Jenn asks, “Are you busy later? I need to go grab a few things from my place before finishing some shopping, you could come with me if you wanted, actually.” She smiles at him, and he smiles back sheepishly. “I’d love to, Jenn.”

“Great!”

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“So yeah, this is my place while I’m up here.” Jenn says as she opens the door, revealing her small, yet cozy, room within the studio apartment she is inhabiting.

Casey is right behind her, eager to see how she has decorated the place. Jenn is the type who goes through varying stages of decoration, changing from one theme to another. One year it was pink, everything had to be a type of pink. That means everything. Another year it was boy bands. Once she had a fascination with 1 singular movie, just the one, nothing else...but that didn’t last too long. Regardless, Casey was excited to see what has become her new thing.

As the door swung open, a strong smell of chamomile and mint hits Casey’s nose. He immediately sneezes, an unflattering facial expression coming across his face.

“Bless you…”, Jenn says, followed by another “bless you” right as Casey sneezes a second time. “Well that hasn’t changed, you still only sneeze in pairs.” She laughs to herself, poking Casey in the ribs.

“Yeah well, I see you are on another yearly binge of...what exactly?”, Casey asks. He scans the room, his blue eyes darting around. There are bottles of incense around with varying amounts of sticks poking out from them. The windows are wide open, despite it being nightfall, the light breeze moving the curtains ever so slightly. Clothes are strung about, shirts, crop tops, bras, panties, they find a home on every piece of furniture. Speaking of, there lies a queen size bed with purple sheets on it in one corner, across from there is a desk made from wood sprawling the length of the wall. On top is a computer, tower below, various desk toys, and one singular gaming chair. No posters dawn the wall, no figurines of characters about either.

How odd…Casey thought to himself.

However, there is a beanbag chair that is way bigger than Casey’s 5’6” frame that catches his attention almost instantly, his eyes go wide and he runs over to it. He tosses his bag onto the bed just as he jumps onto the beanbag chair, a splitting image to how Jenn tackled him earlier in the day. He lands with a “ploof” on his stomach, his tail being the only thing protruding from the chair for a second, the material sinking inward as it almost swallows him whole. His tail flails happily.

“AWW YEA~! Best...seat...ever.” Casey exclaims, in total bliss.

“Is Cas all comfy now?” Jenn asks, in almost a mocking voice, placing a hand on her hip. Almost rolling her eyes, she chuckled.

“Yus.” The tiger’s face is of complete glee, he twists his torso to face her, fluttering his eyes at Jenn cutely.

“What a dork.” Jenn walks over to her bed and flops onto it herself, albeit not as intense as Casey’s show.

After taking a second to enjoy his placement, Casey flips around on his back. After taking in the sight of Jenn’s room, he asks her, “So what is Jenn’s Yearly Obsession? This honestly is the most normal looking room you’ve had.” He tilts his head to the side slightly, subconsciously.

“Exactly. That’s it, ‘normalness’.” She sits up on her bed now. “Or rather, a cleansing, I guess.”

“Huh, so that explains the hard hitting smell then? And open windows?” Casey, too, sits up more, or at least as much as he can in the beanbag chair. His jacket is open more, revealing the simple black v-neck shirt underneath, which is just as form fitting as the rest of his clothes.

“E-yup. It ‘freshens the soul’ or something, I don’t know, I like the smell. Makes my room feel open.” Jenn’s hands extend out in front of her and make a wide arc as she says that. They then reach down, grab the bottom of her shirt and begin to pull it up. As she lifts it up over her head, it reveals that her black fur does reach around her torso, with spots of gray fur accentuating her stomach area. The pants she is wearing hand a little low, and as she stretches up when lifting the shirt over her head, he lower stomach area flexes and lifts up, her pelvic area pushing out along with a tease showing of her panties underneath the pants. A red bra is revealed once she finishes. Her breasts, which were hidden pretty well, are on almost full display, pressing against the fabric.

Casey stares for a second, taking in how well she looked. Her velvet fur is almost shiny against the light of the room, and as it gets thinner the closer the middle of her torso, well toned muscles can be seen. He averts his gaze after a minute, “Ah, I-I’ll just turn around while you do that.” He twists his head away from Jenn, putting up his hand against his face as a sort of “wall”.

“Silly~. We’re long time friends, it’s nothing you haven’t seen.” Jenn stands up while saying this, then she reaches down to unbutton her pants.

“I mean, I guess you’re right. Just took me off guard is all, it’s been a while.” Casey exclaims, his hand still up near his face though.

Jenn continues to unbutton her pants, and in one fell swoop, she does so, unzips, and pushes them down. “Plus, I need to change for our plans. You should too, I have something for you!” She lifts her legs individually, removing the pants from her feet and tosses it aside as she did with her shirt.

“Wait, what plans?” Casey turns his head back around, and as he sees Jenn his eyebrows raise up in excitement. “Oh wow…” Casey let’s out a soft gasp as he sees Jenn, shirtless and pants-less. White garters don her legs, reaching up and clipping onto her white panties. Against her black fur, it’s a sight to behold. “Jenn...you are simply beautiful.”

“Aww, you’re too kind, fluffbutt. You like ‘em? Guys will go crazy for them later~.” Jenn twirls around quickly, her tail following behind her. The garters push up her butt, making it stand out more, which Casey notices as she spins.

“Oh, I bet they do.” I wonder what they’d look like on me? Her butt looks amazing! Ideas for future me, heh…

Casey, now sitting pretty straight in the beanbag chair, asks again, “Ok, what plans do you have? Garters, guys, later….are we-?”

“We are going to a club! A perfect way to celebrate you being back from Hyde. Plus..” Jenn crosses her arms across her bra covered chest, one hand free pointing at Casey. “You can get some good dick.”

Casey’s face instantly goes red. While his fur is mainly an orange color, as it moves towards his face, specifically his, it’s replaced with a lighter color, almost tan. This is accented with the red glow, his mouth opens slightly as to say something, but nothing comes out. His ears, which are tipped with black fur, go back in shyness. His hands are between his legs, which almost are crossing at the knee at this point. He shifts his body slightly.

“O-Oh really?” He barely gets the words out, the blush on his face fading away slowly, but not for long.

Jenn motions with her hand, holding one finger up, then walks over the the dresser that Casey didn’t even notice was built in under the desk adorning the far wall. After searching around for a second, Jenn happily turns back around with something in her hands.

Casey’s face blushes a deeper red as he sees what she is holding. A pair of panties, or rather a thong, one would say. Black mesh front in the shape of a V with black straps that go around the back, two for around the thighs and one that goes across the back.

“You will be the hottest piece of ass there~” Jenn states, biting her lip.

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Hiya!

My name isn't important, but his is. Casey, a new character of mine I'm working on, fleshing out and creating stories of his. One might say he's an extension of me, of how I feel sometimes on the inside but can't act upon, so I made Casey to be that.

He's a tiger, golden orange fur, faint black stripes on his legs and arms, his ears tipped with a darker black. Bright, blue eyes, cute nose, a smile that can melt an iceberg. A more girlish figure, although he hides it sometimes, but he can be a slut for confusing guys when he wants to.
I would have a nice picture to go along with this description, to fully see Casey in all his glory, but I am no artist, no better than Ringo. One day I'll have some artwork to share, but for now it's a text adventure.

I'll be posting some stories soon, I already have some on my Reddit account that I will paste here! I hope you enjoy them, and I hope you enjoy Casey~


Cheers!