Zootopia Taming Collar Novels & Stories

“Aiden? I thought I told you to call me Sir.” “Sir.” I breathed out and watched the reaction it had on him. “Good,” Aiden responded. “I want your obedience and your trust. I want to guide you, Diana. Slowly. If you’re willing.” He pulled a small velvet box from his pocket and opened it. Inside lay a beautiful collar, it had a delicate silver chain with a small, elegant pendant that looked like a simple teardrop but had a discreet locking mechanism at the back. “This is the first piece,” he said softly. “A collar. Something discreet you can wear under your clothes. A reminder of who you belong to while you work. Will you accept it, Diana?”

It was tight, pressing against my skin like a shackle. Panic surged through me. I grabbed the collar, trying to yank it off, but Damien’s voice cut through my panic. "Now, listen to me very carefully," he said, his tone calm—too calm. I froze. My heart pounded against my ribs as I lifted my eyes to meet his. He was watching me with a dark, satisfied smirk. "This isn’t a normal collar," he continued. "I made it with the help of witches, especially for you, Sera." I swallowed hard. Witches? He went to witches for this? "No werewolf can remove it," he said, leaning in slightly. "If any of our kind tries, it will burn their hands—badly." A chill ran through me. Wolfsbane. Silver. My breathing gr

Kat gulped audibly when she saw that his dark eyes were also focused on her lips. Reality came crashing down like ice water. In the next instant, she flipped him onto his back, catching him off-guard. She scrambled to her feet and was making her way towards the exit when the room erupted into boisterous cheers. The onlookers were congratulating the man who had managed to best ‘The Beast’…if only for a few minutes.

“Baby, what happened? Did she hurt you?” Darlington finally spoke, his tone suddenly calm. “She didn’t hurt her. She just put a delicate piece of jewelry on her waist.” My stomach tightened. “What do you mean, delicate jewelry?” He met my gaze, unflinching. “Something like a waist bead.” “She’s not old enough to wear that,” I snapped. “Then relax,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “It’s a shock collar. Nothing harmful, unless you give me a reason.” “It’s a what?! She’s just a child!” My voice broke. “How many times do I have to beg you not to involve her?”

"I can't believe he actually thinks he's superior, even when he's living off her. That's next-level pathetic!" Seeing the tides turning against him, Jack pointed at me and shouted, "Recording me in secret is a violation of my privacy, Suzanna!" I slipped the voice recorder back into my bag and shrugged. "What would it be when the security guards pinned me down and tried to take my recorder earlier? Was it considered false imprisonment or attempted robbery?"

the woman replies, spitting on his face. Chris’ eyes darken at the woman’s actions, his wolf almost coming close to the surface. He breathes in calmly, an attempt to relax his nerves. He lets go of the woman before grabbing a magic-powered collar that one of his men prepared. Once put on someone’s neck, the collar will weaken the state of the wearer. It is imbued with magic essence, and comes with a ring. Whenever the bearer touches the crystal on the ring, the one wearing the collar will be slightly electrocuted enough to cause them pain or to subdue them.

We cling to each other for a long time. Zach clears his throat, making us let each other go. “In addition to this fabulous slide show, I do have one unapproved gift, but I don’t think anyone will really object,” Tony hands me a small box. I open it and it looks like nothing but pink glitter, but then I see a collar. It’s pink and has a pink jewel hanging from it. Werewolves aren’t fans of pets. So, this is confusing. But from behind Tony’s back, he pulls out a certificate. He adopted a Koala in my name. I love Koala bears.

"I don't need it." Clayton clasped my hand tightly. "I can eat anything. There's no need to spend money on me. I won't die." This amount of money was nothing more than Salem's monthly snack budget. "It's fine." I ruffled Clayton's head and held out the newly selected collar and muzzle. "Do you like them?" It was a slender black metal collar paired with a custom-made black muzzle. I'd initially decided not to have Clayton wear such things anymore, but the doctor insisted on it.

He pulled out a spiky collar from a place within his regalia. "Now for your punishment, you are to wear this collar around your neck until I am sure you will behave next time. This is a magical tool, and it will suppress your wolf spirit for the time being. Once you can prove that you have changed for the better, I will take it off and free you. If not, you will wear it for, well, forever. " He grinned maliciously and unlocked the latch behind the collar. "Guards, hold her down nicely for me," he ordered breezily, and I was immediately held to my knees, beefed arms pressing onto my shoulders. The memory of my mother being held down by those lycan warriors flashed through my mind.

Harlan fumbled with tarp, pulling out a box, black wood box, Council seal on it, silver seal that glowed faintly even in northern lights. Inside box, a collar. Thick, heavy, silver, not pretty silver like jewelry, ugly silver, dull, with spikes inside and a lock shaped like moon. My mother saw it and made a sound like animal caught in trap and tried to push me behind her, even though she is smaller, even though rope had cut her wrists and tape had burned her mouth. “No! No, you will not put that on my daughter! That is what they put on Mara when she was young! That collar made her bleed for a month!”