Zootopia Taming Collar Novels & Stories

Primrose laughed and walked up to me, holding up a collar. "I found something better for him," she told me and slipped it into my hands. "I thought a shock collar would do the job better than a taser. The collar has better range and we wouldn't have to worry about accuracy, just pressing a button... and this one doesn't allow the collar to come off till it's been deactivated. I have multiple remotes for it too if you want one." I purred and walked up to Dmitri with it and slipped it around him. He tensed up and looked towards it then yelped, shoving me back before I could fasten it on him. He pulled it off and then looked it over with a frown then at me before he narrowed his eyes and tossed

"Then Hazel will decide what to call her" "I love you mum" "I love you more son" she engulfs me in a warm hug and damn! I feel so safe in her arms. Mum is magic! "Oh please!, You both are just being melodramatic right now" That's Craig. "How about the toilet?" She asks and Craig shuts up. That's mum's best punishment. I've been locked in up in toilets at home countless times. Trust me when I say it's a very unpleasant punishment. "You need to clean up yourself and change your clothes, you're all bloody"

I whimper and fold my whole body around the quiet baby in my arms. The vampire somersaults into the back of the truck and leans over me. “Why is the baby so quiet?” “I don’t know.” “She doesn’t know anything,” Tully says. “The collar…it’s doing something to her.” Another round of gunfire starts up, and the man throws himself across my body while also dragging Tully toward him. When it stops, he examines the collar, running his long fingers under the tight leather, almost choking me. “Silver,” he says. “And magically enforced. I don’t know if I can break this thing off.”

I couldn't take my eyes off my treasure. I made my way to the cupboard where I swiftly grabbed an item I'd been anticipating using for the past seven weeks! It's a pure platinum collar necklace with a large, rare fire opal pendant. Delicate to the eye, yet thick enough not for her to be able to break it so easily. I had a GPS tracking chip nestled in the metal side of the pendant.

I then hear his rough voice behind me “I’m not making that mistake again. I will unlock them again when I can trust you not to run, or I could always put one of these on you...” I turn and face Zachariah. I see that he has changed as he holds up one of those collars, “And what do they do?” “It’s something we used to enforce our commands..” “You will not be putting one of those on me ever!” “Really??” “Yes! Really!!”

Therefore, there was nothing he could do even though he almost exploded in indignation. Naturally, the best product would appear at the very last. The biggest product for this launch ceremony was a galaxy collar, and it was worn on a female husky's neck. That female husky had a light coloring and she looked gentle, even her temperament seemed gentle while she was brought up the stage by a male model. The dark colored collar almost blended with her coat while delicate jewelry dangled at the end of the tassels, embellishing her with bits of starlight. Everyone was stunned at the galaxy that appeared on the dog's chest.

Boxers last, slow, because I knew he liked watching the hesitation, the way my hands shook just enough to betray how badly I wanted this. When I was naked, he circled me once, slow appraisal, eyes dark and possessive. “On your knees.” I dropped. He disappeared into the bedroom for a moment. Returned with the black leather collar, simple, butter-soft, no studs, no flash. Just a slim silver ring at the front. He fastened it around my throat with careful fingers, then clipped the matching leash to the ring. The weight of it settled immediately, cool metal against heated skin. He gave a single, gentle tug.

Bella had already started to clap for Maverick when he announced her name. Her smile turned into a stiff grimace, and her hands hung limp in mid-air. “What?” she choked out. The announcer came back over to her, holding a coiled leash and collar on a satin pillow. The collar was made of red leather with what she really hoped were just very convincing rhinestones rather than diamonds encrusted along one side. This couldn’t be happening. Bella leaned away in case he planned to put that thing on her, still convinced there was a mistake. Unfortunately, the panic-induced bout of nausea and vertigo she’d been fighting off all night kicked in, and she wobbled.

I reach to press the speaker button to hang up on him. “Wait wait wait. Sir, my apologies, Mister Mason. I-uh, it was careless of me to speak so casually. Gimme an opportunity to elaborate on my request.” His voice is slimy and uncomfortable. “I need high-tech collars. Trackable with remote shock capabilities, over a hundred acres of indoor, outdoor space. Ideally, control over a five-mile radius.”