Brakka The Human Chaser (Part 2) [Human(f)xYinglet(m)]

All Characters and setting were inspired by the Out of Placers webcomic (OOPS) and world created by Valsalia
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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 (Part 2) by Teether


>After ‘indulging’ the human for the rest of the night and waiting for her to fall asleep Brakka makes his move
>He gathers up his gear, donning his clothing quickly before making his way to the bedroom window
>The early morning sun begins to peak through as he climbs up onto the window’s ledge
>He takes one look back at the naked human, sprawled on top of its covers, lightly snoring, her long, messy brown hair spread out across the pillows
 >The yinglet feels a small tug in his gut telling him to stay but he quickly shoves it back down
*”I am not a damn human chaser, dhis was a mistake” he quickly assures himself
>Brakka leaps through the window and down into the alleyway below, quickly scurrying off into the dim morning as the sounds of early hustle and bustle begin around him
>The yinglet feels his heart racing as he darts down and zig zags through many more alleys until he finds a secluded nook
>He sits down with his back to the uncomfortable rocky nook, leaning his head back against the cold wall and closing his eyes
>Brakka tries to drift off back to sleep but his mind is only filled with the images of the night before
>He sniffs deeply, still smelling the woman’s strong scent in his nose
>He leans down and sniffs his shirt, her scent absorbed into all his clothing
>Brakka bangs his head back against the wall in frustration
*”Dhat damn woman! Stupid smelly humans”
>Brakka tries to focus instead at the task at hand, finding lil bitch Lopin
>Eventually he drifts off to sleep, focusing on images of strangling the annoying blonde boy

>Brakka gets up in a couple hours and quickly heads down to the shoreline
>He pulls off all his clothes and washes them in the cleansing salty water of the ocean
>Laying the clothes on a rock to dry, Brakka tries to remember where him and Layla left off on the trail
>They had found that Lopin had been taken and banished by the Valsalian enclave but he’d been spotted since then, wandering the city, which left Lopin without protection and still within his grasp
*”I’ll need to act fast, while he’s still in dhe city, before dhat idiot gets snatched up again” thought Brakka as the sound of human laughter and chatter catches his ears
>Brakka looks over to see some of the poorest residents of Valsalia down by the water also washing their clothes
>One of them in particular catches his eye
>A young red headed woman in thin, revealing tattered rags trying to wash her clothes
>Brakka can’t help but become entranced by the way the thin wet dress hugs her curves or how her nipples resiliently poked through the fabric
>The yinglet feels a familiar warmth grow in his crotch
>The woman turns in Brakka’s direction with a beautiful, radiating smile and entrancing eyes full of joy
>The tightness in his crotch grows as Brakka looks down in shock
>His member had grown completely erect, standing tall and red from his crotch fluff
>He quickly grabs his clothes from the rocks to cover himself before getting up and running away from the shore into another back alley
>Brakka feels his heart racing in his head, hoping that the woman hadn’t caught sight of his arousal
>The yinglet tries waiting for the erection to die down but its hunger claws at him
>His mind is filled with the images of her round ass and perky breasts
>It’s too much for him to handle, feeling the overwhelming arousal hit him like waves crashing over and over on the beach nearby
>Brakka drops his clothes before quickly wrapping a hand around his shaft
>He strokes as fast as he can, trying to free his mind from the torment of the young woman’s bosom
>The roundness and perkiness of her breasts, the wondrous size of human’s chest fills ever corner of his mind
>Brakka’s toes curl as he starts to shiver
>String after string of his essence shoots from his sensitive tip, painting the alley wall in front him
>Brakka lets out a sigh as he’s freed from the images torturing his mind
>Soon the feeling of calm is replaced with crushing guilt and regret as Brakka bangs his head against the wall
>”Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid woman! Stupid humans!” growls Brakka with each head bang making his skull ring
>Brakka leans his forehead against the wall and looks down at his hands and the trail of semen running down the wall
>”Dhat woman Layla has poisoned my mind. I am not a human chaser.” Says Brakka clenching his hands into fists
*”but izzn’t we all a little?” chimes lil bitches’ voice from inside his mind
>”NO!” Shouts Brakka, pounding a fist on the wall
>”Are you ok little one?” comes a beautifully soft voice to Brakka’s right
>Brakka looks over to see the young red headed woman leaning over, still wearing the water-drenched dress
>”I heard shouting and banging, is everything ok?” she said looking over the yinglet’s pile of disheveled clothes on the ground
>”Everydhing’s fine” Brakka growled at the woman as he quickly gathered up his clothes
>”Are you sure? Your head is bleeding. Were you mugged?” said the woman in a concerned voice, as she got closer to him, reaching out a hand to the trickle of blood forming on the yinglet’s forehead
>”I SAID I AM FINE!” snapped Brakka, smacking the woman’s hand away before running down the alleyway in the opposite direction, determined to put as much distance between him and the woman
>The woman stands awkwardly for a second rubbing the back of her hand where the yinglet smacked her before quietly walking back to the ocean to rejoin her family

 >The following week of searching felt as fruitless as when Brakka first began his search
>Dead end after dead end had Brakka all but convinced that Lopin had but vanished into thin air
>Brakka knew from the first second he met Lopin that he was shallow in the head, so how the fuck was he so good at evading attention?
>The yinglet now felt like there were only two options left
>Admit that Lopin vanished without a trace (not an option, not fucking likely)
>Or find another tracker to help him
>Brakka didn’t like either option but one was infinitely worse than the other
>He began shopping around bars and taverns seeing if any trackers would take his case
>Time and time again he was refused or laughed out of the room
“A yinglet trying to find a yinglet, you want me to waste my time on that?”
“Eh, why would I help scum like you, get dah fuck outta my face!”
“Phhffft yeah, and what are you going to pay me in? Clams and seashells? Hahaha!”
>Anyone who didn’t immediately laugh him out of the room always gave him the same solid recommendation
>Layla
>Every time one of them would mention her name, Brakka’s heart would sink
>He’d run out on her, there’s no way she’d take him back to finish the job
>And anyway she’d probably just tease him into getting with her again
>But, the mission needed to be complete; Brakka couldn’t let his feelings get in the way of finding Lopin
*”What are you worried about? Just use her for tracking and just tell her no if she tries anydhing funny” thought Brakka reassuringly to himself
>Brakka takes a deep breath and tenses his muscles as he begins to walk towards the tavern

>Brakka enters into the familiar, musty tavern and quickly spots the familiar figure in the corner
>Layla drinking to herself as she looks over a pile of parchment maps with a quill in one hand marking destinations and targets
>Brakka walks up to the opposite side of the table and climbs awkwardly onto one of the stools
>Layla glances briefly up from her work before returning to the maps
>”Huh, didn’t expect you to show your face around here again” she said mootly
>Brakka sighs, “Look, I am sorry I left before we finished tracking down Lopin. Can we just finish where we left off? I am on a very short time limit here”
>”Oooo, look at you making demands. I think there’s something else you need to apologize for first,” said Layla looking up from her papers and resting her head in her hands
>”What?” sneered Brakka
>”For leaving me without a goodbye kiss” Layla said with grin
>”You gotta be fucking kidding me” said Brakka crossing his arms
>”Nope! Give me a kiss and I’ll agree to finish your case” said Layla
>Brakka sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose
>”Aww, come on, a simple kiss can’t be too much to ask of a human chaser”
>”I AM NOT A HUMAN CHASER!” yells Brakka, slamming his tiny fists on the table
>Layla leans back with a grin as Brakka looks around at the handful of patrons looking their way
>Brakka sighs again, leaning forward with both hands on the table
>”Look, do we have to do dhis here? In front of dhese people?” said Brakka
>”Why? You already raring to go back in a room and-“ said Layla before making a “v” shape with her fingers and flicking her tongue between them
>It took Brakka a second to get the connotation; soon his mind began swirling with lewd images but he quickly shook them from his head
>”No! Now come on, let’s just get dhis kiss over widh” said Brakka feeling a warm flush in his face
>Layla smirked and leaned forward coming to within an inch of Brakka’s face
>Brakka makes a small peck on the side of her cheek
>”Dhere” he says wiping his mouth
>”Uh uh, that wasn’t a real kiss. Its gotta be on the mouth” said Layla
>Brakka growled lightly before leaning back in and pecking her on the mouth
>Layla grabs the bottom of Brakka’s chin and forces her tongue into his mouth as he struggles to break free from her grasp
>Brakka tenses at first but eventually feels a warmth come over him, his mouth muscles relaxing under Layla’s passionate tonguing
>The yinglet’s mind begins to wander back to the night Layla first kissed him with a tingly warm fondness
*”Dhis isn’t right! She’s just trying to trick you!”
>Brakka snaps back to reality, slipping free from her hand. Sitting back on his stool and spitting
>”Now that was a kiss” says Layla licking her lips and showing her teeth in a smile
>”Your fucking crazy” spits Brakka as he looks around the tavern at the few people shaking their heads in disbelief
>”Yep, crazy enough to work for a yinglet and kiss one” said Layla with pride
>”So are you going to help me or are we going to sit around knocking lips in front of strangers in some shithole tavern?” Brakka barked
>Layla leans forward on the table, her head in her hands with a day dreamy face, ”I dunno, both sound pretty good to me”
>Brakka slams his hands on the table again, “Dammit! I am serious!”
>Layla brings a finger up to Brakka’s face and boops him on the nose, “You know, you’re really cute when you’re angry”
>”AAAHHHHH!” Brakka yells as he climbs onto the table violently kicking over papers and empty cups
>Brakka grabs either side of Layla’s head and stares her face to face in the eyes, panting with frustration
>”Are you going to help me or not?” he growls as Layla’s green eyes stare back into his own orange globes
>A couple moments of silence pass, as the only sound is Brakka’s heavy breathe
>Brakka suddenly feels a pang of guilt in his gut as he murmurs out “….please, you’re my last hope”
>Layla grabs Brakka’s arms and lowers them down by his sides as she stands up from the table
>”I’ll help you, no need to pay. I’ll help you find who you’re looking for” she says quietly before gathering her things from the table and stuffing them in her travel bag
>”Wait, your actually going to help me? For free?” said Brakka in disbelief
>Layla slings her bag over her shoulders and turns towards Brakka
>”You already paid me, remember?” says Layla as she blows a kiss at him
>Brakka feels like he should be repulsed but instead all he feels is a yearning in his chest as he sits dumbly on the stool
>”Now come on, if your on the time limit you say you are then we need to pick up his trail quick” says Layla turning and walking towards the tavern door
>Brakka feels a renewed sense of energy as he quickly hops off the stool and follows behind the human, ignoring the icy stares of the patrons

>Brakka is amazed once more at the quickness at which Layla is able to pick up Lopin’s trail, talking around to locals and findings strings of gossip here and there
>He watches intently as the human goes about her business as he shadows along
>As the day goes on his eyes drift more and more to her physique
>Watching the way her hips move, her breasts bounce, and her ass curves around in her garb, fills his mind with all the dirty things he’d like to do to the human
>Feel her hair, smell her scent, taste her mouth, touch her smooth skin
*”Dhis woman has poisoned you. Her affection isn’t real, you’re not some cross-species pervert! Remember it was HER who came onto you!” thought Brakka as he tried again and again to free his mind
>But try as he might, he couldn’t break free
>Throughout the day Brakka hides his burgeoning erections, holding them down through his skirt with all his force or running into a nearby alley till it goes down
*”You are not a human chaser”
*”You are not a human chaser”
*”You are not a human chaser”
*”You are not a human chaser”
>”Brakka?”
>Brakka opens his eyes, realizing that he’d spent so much time focusing on trying not to get an erection that he completely forget to ask Layla what she had learned so far
>The yinglet looks up at Layla’s frowning, worried face
>”Yeah Layla, what is it?”
>”I think I have some bad news for you”

>As soon as Layla’s words hit his ears, Brakka immediately feels a sensation of rage quickly followed by an overwhelming ringing in his ears before everything goes to black
>Nothing seemed to flow into his conscious for a while before slowly coming to, laying in a bed in a small room
>Brakka looks around and immediately recognizes the room
>Its the small shitty bedroom from the small shitty tavern he had first met Layla
>Brakka looks to his left to see Layla sitting in a corner chair, arms crossed and head drooped to her chest in a light sleep
>The yinglet looks down, surprised to see he has all his clothes on and a wet clothe draped across his temple
*”She’s….been taking care of me?.....but why?” thought Brakka as he peeled the room temperature moist cloth from his forehead
>”You feeling any better? You gave me quite the scare,” said Layla lifting her head from her chest
*”She was worried about me?”
>”Why? What happened? One second I was on dhe street widh you and next second I am here” said Brakka still confused
>”You had a convulsion, a violent one at that. I scooped you up and brought you back here. Been dotting on you most of the day” said Layla unfolding her arms
>”D-dhank you….I don’t know what to say” said Brakka holding his woozy head in his hands
>”You don’t got to say anything. I am sorry enough the news you got was bad. Let alone what it did to you” said Layla standing up and stretching her back
>Suddenly, Brakka remembered everything Layla had told him about Lopin
>A pressure rushes into his head as he begins to rock back and forth, feeling a similar feeling to before his last convulsion
>Layla sees Brakka coming apart and sits down on the edge of the bed, wrapping her arms around him, rocking with him as she shushes soothingly into his ear
>The harsh feelings subside as Layla unwraps her arms from the shaking yinglet
>”Dhank you” Brakka says again staring up at her face with his watery eyes
>Layla smiles and stands up from the bed about to go back to the chair before Brakka grabs her right arm
>”Please, stay widh me. I-I just need someone right now” Brakka says
>”You know I sleep naked though” said Layla jokingly
>”Dhat’s fine, so do I” said Brakka with a tired smile
>Layla chuckled as she takes off her clothes, watching the yinglet’s interested gaze as she teasingly peels the layers away
>Brakka soon follows, stripping out his clothes as he watches Layla’s equally interested gaze falling on him
>The yinglet feels a shiver up his spine, as Layla looks him over intently before climbing into the bed
>Layla quickly takes the position of the big spoon, wrapping an arm around the yinglet and holding him close to her chest
>Brakka nuzzles his face in the caring and secure arms, feeling a sense of serenity come over him despite his mission being in jeopardy
>The anxiety once again boils in his temples
>Layla pulls her head forward and nuzzles her face into the back of Brakka’s neck fur, soothing his negative thoughts once more
>”Goodnight Brakka” whispers Layla in his ear
>”Goodnight Layla” mumbles Brakka
>A feeling of loving warmth comes into Brakka chest as he begins to drift off to sleep, a love for a human female

*”I am not a human chaser”
*”I am not a human chaser”
*”I am not a human chaser”

*”………..”

*”Who gives a fuck”