Pickpocket Hug Novels & Stories

“We’ll just get paid and be, ah, on our way . . . ” “Fine, fine, calm the fuck down.” Yanking off his three-fingered paw, Pink Bunny jams a wrinkly hand into a hidden pouch in his costume’s chest. “Look, pizza people, you didn’t see any of this, okay? Total silence.” Neon-pink condoms, a chicken nugget, and a small bag of pills spill from the pocket as he roots around, his hand finally appearing with a moist wad of twenty-dollar bills. “Here. For your trouble.”

I slide over to her putting the dummy in her mouth, which makes the small guy shout once again. "What are you doing?!" He shouts towards me, I hold my hands up in surrender once again, last time I try to help someone. "I was just helping the baby," I mutter, does this guy need to show us he's tough even with his size? The taller guy pulls Rick over the counter and to the floor to join our group, he proceeds to pace around the shop floor for a little while, his eyes looking over the group than down and something in his hands, from afar it looked like a little photo that you could fit in your wallet.

I remember I will need that little key and ask Hikaru to help me find a spot for it and they giggle. “In the lock of course! But for now, there is a hidden pocket in your skirt,” they say. I am about to ask what lock when they lift their skirt and pull their panties off revealing a little pink chastity device with a small lock, Hikaru’s big dick and balls are in the restrictive device that makes it seem small. I have heard of such devices being used in the act of sissifying feminine people with dicks, but I have never seen one before. “You have the key and this is the best way to wear such a short skirt without everyone seeing my cock,” they giggle.

All the objects were taken out and then spread out in a mess on the furniture. I take off the t-shirt to quickly put on jeans and a sweatshirt with a hood and a kangaroo pocket. I still don't have shoes, but I'll have to do without them. I'm about to put my other things back in my bag when I remember what I put in the inside pocket of it. Unfortunately if they searched the bag they probably found it, however, as it is a hidden pocket, I remain hopeful. I feverishly slip my hands in, feeling a small object. My heart jumps when I pull up the special Swiss army knife I won in a poker game against a man who hated nonhumans.

He carefully stretches a finger and feels my hole. “At least he’s lubed you up. You’re still soft,” he says. Carefully manoeuvring the plug in place. “Is this right” he asks, the doubt evident in his voice. I nod and get up. He helps me with the belt. Locking it in place. He puts the key in his pocket. Looking at me with pity in his eyes. He carefully pulls me in for a hug. Safe in his arms I feel myself relax a bit. I feel his chin rest on my head.

I take a hop backwards. “Don’t do what?” He scrunches his face, trying not to laugh. “Do NOT tickle me, Keller! Get me out of here!” I feel myself trying not to laugh with him. “Come on. It’s not funny!” “Are you sure, Pocket? Cause it looks pretty funny and you’re laughing at yourself.” He snorts as he puts his hands under the lights around my waist and squeezes, making me squirm. I squeal at the ticklish sensation. Keller raises his eyebrows and tilts his head at me. Just when I think it’s safe, he tickles me mercilessly, making me slip into his arms. He falls back on the floor, using his body to buffer my collapse.

The woman answers. Hugo presses the number 17 button obediently and stands straight again from where he stood. I stiffened when I felt his hand holding my hand. My head moved down to it and stared at our hands entwined to each other's. I sheepishly smile while I kept staring at it. Now, he can hold me in the streets. He tightens it a little bit and it made me hold him back a little tighter. I move my head up to him and he smiles at me.

“Keep talking baby girl, and see where it gets you.” Her smile was slow and wicked. “Empty promises.” I chuckled. She was doing this one purpose and she was going to pay for it. I held out the box. She arched a brow. “For me?” “Open it.” She handed me her clutch and mask without breaking eye contact. I took them, amused. Her fingers lifted the lid. The velvet parted. Nestled inside lay a wearable vibrator—sleek black silicone, curved just right, remote-sync, waterproof. Her sharp inhale cut the silence.

Hugs me. "Thanks."

This looks wierd shouldn't it have a zip or clip to hold the content inside firm, I tried to open it but it won't budge. "hmm what do you think child maybe I should use a knife to pry it open" I said as i touch the outside of it ,feels like fur of a kind, I'm not sure yet" but it looks so expensive and its the only thing connecting you and the person who bought you here. Maybe I should try it later when I rest."come on, I pat her butt let's go take a nap", as I turned to leave, florest body touched the bag and immediately it opened