Zootopia Taming Collar Novels & Stories

Zara muttered, opening the box. She froze and her smile dropped from her face. “No,” she said. “What’s wrong?” I asked, leaning over. There was a piece of jewelry in the box, a necklace. “I am not wearing a collar for you!” Zara snarled, throwing the offending box at Kieran. “It’s not a collar,” he protested. “Looks like one to me,” Zara said. Kieran held the necklace out. It was a wide band of black ribbon with a green stone which I thought would set off her eyes nicely. It was nothing like the dog collar Kieran had made her wear previously, although it would fit her throat the same way.

Red said wearily. I sighed. “But, for now, I need to. It’s not about me. There’s other people involved in this - this is all much bigger than just me. So yes, whether I LIKE it or not, I need you to put the stupid collar back on me. But you’re still not to use the Zapper on me ever again, understood?” He nodded solemnly, then he showed me how to release the collar. It dropped off of him and he caught it, then I turned my back to him and lifted my hair so he could slide the hated thing around my neck.

Zurig looked at Troy and he was frowning at my neck. “No one came to take it off last night?” Troy asked shocked and I shook my head no. I noticed the blond toy whispering something to someone with a smile of joy on her face. Oh, she probably had something to do with this not getting off. Zurig growled, causing the toys to jump in fright again. Troy walked over with his son who got the materials to get the collar off with him. A human appeared from the shadows and quickly took the collar away. Urg, my neck is sore and raw. I will need to go see the damage that has been done to it later.

Just when I thought he was going to refuse his subordinate's request, he suddenly retracted his claws and turned away. “You have only two minutes, Colin,” he warned, his voice low and rough. “After that, I'm going to put those collars on them whether they like it or not.” As soon as he walked away, Colin immediately reached for Kianna and pulled her in his arms. I gave them a few seconds of privacy before approaching them. “Hey, do you know what your leader was talking about? What are those collars you are holding?” Colin lifted up the silver collar in his hand. It looked like a piece of jewelry with intricate designs with a blue gem in the middle. But there was something about this collar t

Something strange is going on here. As I gazed down at her unconscious body, I noticed it, an item that I was very familiar with. A piece of equipment that I could never forget about. It was a shock collar. The same kind of one that the hunters used to use on me during my training. How did her father get one though? I know all about this device. Pasha used to tell me all about it as he used it on me. A device of his own creation, he would tell me. Intended to weaken the beast side and cause insurmountable pain. He was always so proud as he spoke about it. If the subject does somehow become able to initiate a change during the process, the electricity would burn the fur right off. I know firs

"That scent is going to get someone killed if we don't shut it down." Kai joined us then, his face set in hard lines as he carried something in his hands. A thick silver collar, heavy looking, with intricate locking mechanisms that glinted under the chandelier light. My stomach dropped. "No," I said immediately, backing up until my back hit the wall. "Absolutely not. You're not putting that thing on me." Elias sighed, but his eyes stayed locked on me. "It's temporary, Avery. It suppresses pheromones. We'll figure out something more permanent later, but right now...."

He reached out and grabbed my chin, forcing my head up. "This weekend, you are not Jaden," he said, his voice a low growl. "You are mine. You are a thing. A toy for me to use." He let go of my chin and held up a black leather collar. It was simple, with a silver ring in the front. No fancy designs, no buckles. Just a symbol of ownership. He put it around my neck, the leather cool and stiff against my skin. He buckled it in the back. It fit perfectly. "This is to remind you of your place. Now get on your knees and crawl to my bedroom."

They didn’t need to. They landed like the truth. Not a question. Not a declaration. A fact. There was no hesitation. No permission sought. Just the full weight of Milo’s claim dropped like a stone into still water. My breath caught. Something twisted low in my belly, sharp and fierce. And then he reached into his coat. No box. No soft presentation. Just the cold glint of silver and black against his palm. A collar. Smooth leather. Polished. Black as midnight. At the center, a jewel,round and dark, catching the overhead lights with a glint that felt more dangerous than pretty. It was too large for subtlety, too perfect for coincidence.

The other relatives sniffed the air and covered their noses. "Yeah, it smells like it's gone moldy." Mom's face went pale, and she quickly said, "You don't get it! That's the smell of the high-tech fabric! It's a special coating! "The more expensive the fabric, the stronger the smell! Edmund's smells too, he just sprayed cologne over it." Just then, my little nephew, who was playing on the floor, ran over and hugged my leg. He was short, and his eyes were level with the open pocket of my jacket.

In the end, if he wants to jump on me, I won't have a chance no matter what, so you might as well take the risk. In disgust, I pull off the leather collar that still hangs around my neck, covered in Ryley's drool. Happy to get rid of this horror, I go into the cabin putting the hot water on full. I want it hot, I need to disinfect myself. Relentlessly, I almost rub until I tear my skin off.