Zootopia Taming Collar Novels & Stories

His hands wrap around my throat, gently and playfully, then are slowly removed. His hand unclips my day collar, as I call it. After removing it, his hands wrap around again, but this time they are replaced with a big, thick collar: a play collar. A smile spreads across my face as I remember admiring this collar, him watching me from a distance. I can just tell it is that collar, thick and wide, with spikes on, and a big hoop at the front for the lead and one at the back. My body jumps at the sensation of the whip hitting my ass.

She couldn't scent anyone following her. "As I said, that depends on you." He spotted Samuel returning. "Your father issued a decree. Whoever found you and captured you could have you." He held his hand out to Samuel and gripped the custom-made collar. It had six three-inch spikes attached to a three-inch metallic strip with a padlock over the clasp. He leaned into her, scenting her. He could smell the other wolf's scent all over her. He growled, leaning to her center and scented. "At least he didn't spoil you for us."

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.

Wren’s arm brushed against his as they walked. “Rich boy!” Jackson laughed and waved at the figure in the distance. “I said to tell me when you heard them!” He nudged Wren with his shoulder. “Zain told me not to.” Jackson pulled out the tool for the collar as they grew closer. Liam and Zain’s noses and cheeks were red. They wore thick, but clearly old, coats. “All right, tilt your chin up.” Jackson found the hidden latch, applied the machine, and slipped the collar off. He snapped the collar shut and handed it to Wren. “Toss it as far as you can.”

She really wanted one. But she couldn't speak up. Logan went towards a box in the wardrobe and pulled out an electrical ring. Ellis only realized it was a high-tech leash for the Koln when Logan put it around his neck. "You can't do that," she protested softly. "That's... not right." She gulped when Logan turned to her with confusion. More than confusion, she saw discomfort in his eyes. "It's the law to collar them when they are on the surface," he said carefully. "I can take it out if you want," he compromised.

Damien’s belt, probably. “Ponies don’t talk. They neigh, they snort, they scream. That’s it.” Another lash, harder. “Say thank you, Owner.” “Th-thank you, Owner,” she choked out. He yanked her up by the hair and started fitting the harness. Thick leather straps went over her shoulders, under her tits, cinched brutally tight so her breasts bulged obscenely between them. More straps around her waist, between her legs, framing her dripping cunt and the base of the new tail. He buckled a wide collar around her throat, then forced a metal bit between her teeth, buckling it behind her head. The bit pulled the corners of her mouth back into a grotesque smile.

“I'm not wearing that, Zurie!” Zurie, unfazed, proceeded to strap the black leather collar to her neck. “If your stay here has taught you anything, you should know vampires care less about clothings for pets. I barely managed to get you this to protect your decency.” “Protect?! Do you not see my cunt and nipples on display?! This will only draw too much attention and I might just get noticed by an evil bloodsucker.” She chuckled a warm reassuring sound, clicking the leash to the collar. “That would only be a problem if you're taken to the barn.”

Thick metal bands circled my wrists, ankles, and waist, bolting me to what felt like an examination table. And around my neck, I felt it. A collar. Smooth, cold, humming with energy that felt wrong against my skin. The moment my consciousness brushed against it, trying to access my wolf, pain lanced through my skull so sharp I gasped. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," a calm voice said from somewhere beyond the lights. "The neural inhibitor collar responds to attempts at supernatural ability usage with increasingly severe pain. The third attempt usually causes temporary paralysis. The fifth can cause permanent brain damage."

Maybe pile – Nipple clamps, clitoral clamps, and butt plug. “Ok, so these are the last things in the bag,” Isabella stated. “Strap on.” “That is definitely a hard no,” I disclosed. “Exit only for me.” I giggled. “Collar and leash?” Zander asked, holding them up. I teared up at the sight of them. Zander quickly dropped them and hugged me. “What’s wrong, Izzy?” He questioned. “Antonio,” I sniffled. “Antonio made me wear a collar in Italy. Then, when we were at his house for supper.”

She looked like the Izzy we had fallen in love with, healthy and glowing, not the woman we had rescued, barely clinging to the back of a werebear. “Troi healed her,” Caleb said, in wonder. “Right after you left, she started chewing on the collar. We were going to stop her but then we realized that it was coming off.” He indicated the collar that was laying at the foot of the bed. It had most definitely been chewed. It looked like a lion mauled it, teeth marks in the silver and chunks of it missing.