Zootopia Taming Collar Novels & Stories

“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.”

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.

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.

"You're a terrible liar." I put my hands on my hips. "And how, exactly, is some little trinket going to keep me here?" I studied the collar. It was actually quite pretty. Several smooth bluish-green stones were placed equal-distance around the black leather strap. Each stone was surrounded with swirls of silver and mounted into the collar. "The collar is embedded with Moonstone and a silver additive, making it impossible for you to shift. You also won't have the increased strength of your Wolf nature." He stated all of those things as if they weren't devastating to me.

Zoe patted her head and smiled. "No. I'm just going to make you shut that cocky mouth of yours." Zoe grabbed a fist full of hair and brought her face down while bringing her knee up. Crystal screamed as Zoe's knee connected with her face, and blood poured out of her mouth and nose as she fell to the ground. She had a silver collar on, so her wolf was of no use to her.

“Do you like her?” “I love her,” she whimpered as she put her face into the fur and breathed her in. “She’s so tiny.” “What do you think of her collar?” Cruz asked curiously. She held the mewling thing up in her arms and then blinked at the sparkling collar with a pendant on it. “It’s very fancy.” “Look really close at it.” Cruz encouraged her. “Might be hard to see in only candlelight.” He pulled his phone and used his flashlight to light it up.