Zootopia Taming Collar Novels & Stories

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.

She cooed softly and bounced me lightly in her arms. “See?” she murmured, voice gentle. “He’s not angry. He’s just talking.” I buried my face in her neck to stop myself from yowling. My ears twitched in anger, my tail flicked in exasperation, and my fur practically bristled with every ounce of dignity I had left. Katia, if you don’t come back soon, I might actually lose my mind. Bob wasn’t done. “You know what we need? A little bell collar. Bright red. With rhinestones. That way, if he tries to sneak up on anyone, we’ll hear him coming.”

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!!”

Oliver says, clicking to another tab. "Those silk ties you used in Argentina look very sexy and it was hot as hell, but they’re not actually ideal. I want heavy leather cuffs lined with sheep wool. And a collar." I raise an eyebrow. "A collar." "A training collar," he clarifies quickly. "Not for public. I’m not walking around Amsterdam with a leash. And a permanent collar is a really big deal, but I want one for when we play. When you put it on me, it sets the boundary. It tells my nervous system the rules have changed."

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.

She tried taking off the collar but she got electrocuted. Both Cassie and the dog yelped loudly in response. Bethany had clearly been mistaken about the collar’s batteries dying. Cassie fished around the house for a pair of scissors, a discarded shopping bag and a pair of rubber gloves. She slipped on the rubber gloves and placed the nylon in between the collar and the dog’s skin to act as a form of insulator. She cut off the collar and tossed it across the room. She might have been imagining it, but she thought she saw relief in the puppy’s eyes when the collar came off. She cradled it in her arms and took it to the bathroom sink and gave it a long, warm bath with the twin’s lavender scente

He opened a small velvet box with steady hands. Inside rested a stunning diamond collar necklace — elegant and delicate enough to pass as high jewelry in public, yet unmistakably a symbol of ownership. A thin platinum band studded with diamonds, with a discreet locking mechanism at the back and a small hidden ring for a leash if he ever chose to use it.

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.”