Zootopia Taming Collar Novels & Stories

"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.

A warm breath brushes his ear. “I’m here,” Damian murmurs. “Watching how well you obey.” Eli shivers. “You’ve earned your first reward.” A soft click breaks the silence. Metal. A buckle. A clasp. Eli’s breath catches. Damian lifts something, and Eli feels cool leather brush across his collarbone. A collar. Not tight. Not aggressive. A soft training collar—sleek leather, smooth inside, expertly crafted. Damian holds it lightly against Eli’s throat without fastening it.

“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.

It catches my arm with its teeth. Pain explodes through me, but I don't let go. I punch it in the snout with my free hand, hard enough to make it release me. We separate, both bleeding, both wary. The rogue is panting, foam dripping from its jaws. And that's when I see it. Around its neck, barely visible through the matted fur, is a collar. Not a normal collar. This one glows with faint symbols. Magic. Someone put a spell on this wolf. Someone made it go rogue.

He mumbles to himself and walks upstairs with the collar. We wait for a few hours in silence before Dr. Spine returns with the collar covered in Silver. He where's big brown gloves that keep the Silver from touching his skin and burning him. He holds the collar in front of us and turns it in the led light above us. The Silver shimmers in the light and you can see a few spots of steel peeking through. " It's not perfect but it might just be good enough." He says proudly. "GRRR". The sound of growling behind us makes me jump. Hunter has transitioned into a wicked wolf but is still laying down on the ground.

His animal instinct wanting him to pursue that delicious scent. But an eager young voice speaking fast drew his attention to the parked carriage. A little boy’s voice. An excited one. The coach stopped behind it. Boots slid from the driver’s bench to crunch over gravel. Cimmerii stink rose off the man dressed as a Grier Guardsman. Rising off him like steaming decay. Bast found the smell nauseating in its sticky sweetness. The man was yanking stuff from atop the coach. Opening the door of it to toss a doll on the ground before reaching back inside.

A beautiful woman in a leather harness appeared beside us, holding a black leather collar with a silver ring. Master Kane took the collar and held it in front of my face. “Last chance to walk away, little lamb,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “Once I put this on you… you’re going nowhere for the night.”

More than once, when I was dying, that pendant had been the one thing keeping me going. Yet at this moment, she wanted to take away the one treasure I had just for Peter’s dog. As if it was not a big deal, she looked at me and said, “Will, it’s just a pendant. Buddy got bullied by other dogs because he didn’t have a collar, and now he’s too scared to even go outside. Just give him the pendant.” Before I could even speak, a vicious look flashed through Peter’s eyes as he grabbed my collar and yanked it open.

“I will keep the keys with Morgana’s around my neck.” “Cool,” Rhett went to one of the mirrors along the wall to examine himself in the reflection. “Looks sexy as all hell.” He approved. “I’m glad that you like it. Heath,” Talen opened the second box. Heath walked around the bed and took his place before Talen waiting for their mate to place the collar on him, before joining Rhett by the mirror to admire the result. “And Cameron.” Cameron released Aislen and stood, stepping over her in order to drop to his knees in front of Talen. “This is like a wedding ring?” He asked as Talen put the collar around his neck. He reached up one hand to explore it with his fingertips.