Brakka The Human Chaser [Human(f)xYinglet(m)]

All Characters and setting were inspired by the Out of Placers webcomic (OOPS) and world created by Valsalia
http://www.valsalia.com/comic/out-of-placers/oops-35-2/
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/valsalia/
https://www.patreon.com/valsalia

Brakka is a character created by Val in his comic and twisted here by Teether
Story takes place after Issue 71 of the Out-Of-Placers comic
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Brakka The Human Chaser by Teether


>Brakka is exhausted after another day of trying to track down Lopin all by himself
>He sees this is going nowhere unless he finds some extra help
>Brakka goes down to the closest tavern and hires on a human female tracker named Layla
>She has a wild look to her eyes and is closer to a merc in appearance
>Brakka despises the fact he has to ask a human for help but realizes he's not going to find competent yinglets in this shit hole of a city
>On there first day out Layla immediately starts to pick up bits and pieces of Lopin's trail
>Brakka tries his best not to look impressed, not wanting to inflate a brutish human's ego more than it probably already is
>Though as much as Brakka wants to hate his help, he can't but find her...charming
>Brakka begins to banter back a forth with the human
>At first Brakka purposefully tries to be mean and jabbing at the human but Layla is quick on her feet with her own sharp retorts
>Eventually, Brakka's comments become more complimentary without consciously trying
>He catches himself in these moments and mentally curbs himself
*Dammit! Stop it! Don't let dhe human play games widh your mind!
>After a long day of playful and mean banter, Brakka feels closer to Lopin's trail than ever before. So close he can taste it.
>"Hey, lets take a break. Feel like joining me for a drink?" Layla says with a hand on Brakka's shoulder
>Brakka winces at the touch of the giant beast.
*No!
>"Yeah" he says, feeling the words put into his mouth by an outside force
>Layla smiles a wild smile as she heads off towards the nearest tavern
>Brakka follows cautiously after the tall woman, unsure of what to make of this gesture
>Brakka and Layla climb into a booth sitting across from one another, Brakka's uneasiness is obvious as many of the bar patrons glance over at the yinglet visitor
>"What's wrong Brakka? Never been in a bar before?" says Layla as the server puts down two beers
>"No, why would I want to schmooze widh a bunch of drunk humans dhat hate my guts?" says Brakka trying to manage the large mug of beer
>"Come on, not all humans hate yinglets. Just like how not all yinglets hate humans" says Layla taking a full gulp of her beer
>"Phhhftt, dhe only like humans cause of perverse reasons, human chasers. All of dhem" says Brakka sticking his muzzle into his drink and taking a heavy gulp
>Layla gives a small laugh and leans over the table, stroking her hand along the back of Brakka's small paw, "Nothing perverse about it. It goes both ways Brakka. There are human chasers but there are also scav chasers."
>Brakka looks up into Layla's seductive looking eyes, realizing that she still has her hand on his
>Brakka snorts beer back into his mug and sits upright in the booth chair while trying to rub the foam off his mouth
>"You've got to be joking" spits Brakka still trying to take in what just happened
>Layla gives a little laugh before biting the corner of her mouth, "Nothing joking about it. Your a real pretty boy and quite the spicy attitude to go with it."
>Brakka feels the intense urge to tell the pervert off, to bring down all the rhetoric he's spewed amongst other yinglets against this woman
>Instead all he feels is an increasingly intense warmth in his gut and crotch at the wanting gaze of Layla
>"So what you say we finish these beers and I rent us a room? Thats unless your scared of a little human affection?" says Layla running a finger around the rim of her almost finished beer
>Brakka weighs his thoughts carefully. On one hand, he hadn't been laid in months. Refusing to stoop low enough to sleep with a Valsalian pretty boy. On the other, he didn't want to be labeled a dirty, disgusting human chaser
*but izzn’t we all a little?
>Brakka closes his eyes and grabs the sides of his head trying to shake the annoying voice from his mind
>A hand touches Brakka's shoulder as he opens his eyes
>"Are you feeling alright?" says Layla with concerned eyes
>"Iam fine" Brakka lies, brushing the human's hand off his shoulder
>Layla sits back in her chair and sighs, "I understand if I am not your thing, sorry for pushing the issue. Most yinglets i've met before were more than eager."
>"Yeah, well, were not all mindless and sex crazed" said Brakka sitting back with his arms crossed
>The two sit in silence for a moment
>"So are you going to finish that?" Layla says pointing to Brakka's beer
>"No" says Brakka curtly
>Layla leans over the table and chugs Brakka's half finished beer, slamming the mug on the table
>Brakka stares amazed at Layla. Many humans would rather drink poison than drink from the same cup as a yinglet
>Layla wipes her mouth, "Look, Brakka. I am going to rent a room. You're free to spend the night with me, no fucking required. I'd just hate to send you back out onto the streets"
>Brakka thinks about all the cold shitty nights he's spent on the street since arriving here as Layla quickly goes and gets a room key
>She jingles the key next to Brakka's head, bringing his attention back
>"Come on Brakka, let's get cozy" she says with a grin
>Brakka sighs, climbing out of the booth seat and following Layla to one of the back rooms
>Layla opens the door, revealing a small room with a twin sized bed on the left wall and a table with an oil lamp on the other side
>"Uhhh, Where am I supposed to sleep?" asks Brakka
>"In the bed" says Layla as she closes the door behind her before moving to the table
>"And where are you sleeping?" says Brakka
>"In the bed" says Layla as she takes off her shirt, revealing her bare breasts
>Brakka feels taken aback by the abruptness of Layla but feels pinned to the ground by the growing heat in his crotch
>"Like what you see?" croons Layla as she lays down the rest of her gear on the floor and slides out of her pants
>"N-no" mutters Brakka as his mind is flooded with dirty thoughts
>"Well, it seems your soldier says otherwise" says Layla walking up to Brakka and stroking the erection poking out through the front of his skirt
>"No! I just...I am just...." stutters Brakka as Layla gets down on all fours, still stroking the underside of his redden member
>Layla kisses the tip, sucking up a bead of Brakka's pre with her lips
>Brakka feels frozen as she continues her way down, swallowing the yinglet's prick deep into her throat
>Layla moans slightly as she strokes up and down on him, running her smooth lips over ever inch
>Brakka feels pinpricks run over his brain, the pleasure of doing something forbidden
>He runs his small hands through her hair, feeling the alien fur, as the ecstasy of her lips makes him begin to buck
>Something about this whole deal speaks to his inner mind, the feeling of superiority over a human, being pleasured by a "superior" creature
>Thats all the justification Brakka needs to release himself from all self-judgement
*I am not a human chaser, I am just fucking a human
>After a couple more minutes, Brakka pulls Layla's smilling face away from his glistening member
>"On to dhe bed, now" commands Brakka as he begins to take off all his clothes
>"Knew you'd soften up" says Layla, licking her lips and crawling onto the small bed
>Brakka grits his teeth at the comment but quickly climbs into bed, straddling Layla's midsection
>Brakka goes to licking at Layla's breasts, curious to see if there any different than a yinglet's
>Layla squirms under the yinglet's wiry tongue and Brakka finds himself amazed at how different human breasts are
>Layla pulls Brakka's chin up after he gives her breasts a fare tongue bathing and inserts her tongue in his mouth
>Brakka feels a moment of revulsion, but his curiosity gets the better of him
*Human tongue is so soft and pillowy compared to a yinglet's stringy wiry one
>It felt far from unpleasant but Brakka was eager to get to the main course
>Brakka pulls away from the embrace only to find the human push his head down between her legs
>Brakka stares at the sight before him, Layla's aroused vagina inches from his face
>Brakka sniffs at the alien looking thing, so different from that of a female yinglet
>"Lick it" Layla lightly commands as she pushes her pelvis closer to his face
>Brakka growls at the command, about to jump up and yell at the woman for making him do something so demeaning
>Brakka feels the urge to yell qwell, as his mind is once again filled with lustful thoughts
*Just pretend its a yinglet's
>Brakka flails his tongue wildly over Layla's entrance, lashing it reluctantly as his mouth fills with her flavor
>Layla leans forward slightly and redirects Brakka how to do it properly
>Brakka about snaps this time, glaring before going back to Layla's arousal
>Layla gets into it, now bucking at the yinglet's precise tonguing
>"Brakka, Oh Brakka, Shit!" she moans as the yinglet continues licking away
>Brakka feels his ego swell as the human begs out his name
>Layla begins to shiver, seeming to get close
>Brakka pulls his tongue back into his mouth and sits up straight between the woman's legs
>"W-why? Why did you stop?" she huffs out looking at Brakka
>Brakka just greedily grins back at the woman's face as he grabs the base of his redden cock
>Brakka plunges his member completely into the woman's wet cave, pressed firmly against his crotch fluff, as he begins to thrust back and forth
>Layla throws her head back in renewed pleasure
>Brakka thrusts faster and faster, going faster than any human male could
>Layla begins to breath heavily and moan, once more in rythmn with the little yinglet's strides
>Brakka felt estatic, he was making this "superior" creature bow and moan, all because of his member
>"Brakka! Brakka! I am going to cum!" said Layla as her body began to shake
>Layla's cavern walls undulated over Brakka's cock as her orgasm hit a head
>Brakka's orgasm soon follows suit as he increases his thrusts, spewing string after string of yinglet seed deep into Layla's depths
>Brakka lets out a sigh of relief, rolling off Layla, next to her
>Brakka just stares at the ceiling, his head swirling with feel good chemicals
>Brakka closes his eyes and tries to ignore what he's just done, instead thinking about the relaxing, cushioned, bed beneath his body
>Layla rolls over on her stomach, head facing Brakka
>She moves a seductive hand over his chest fluff and begins swirling a pointer pointer finger through it
>Layla plants a couple kisses on the side of Brakka's neck and cheek
>"So, where do you want to go tracking tomorrow, my little human chaser"