Zootopia Taming Collar Novels & Stories

“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 warned him. Ok, let's talk about the outfit.... It's a pink t-shirt with baby panda drawn all over it. "It's a bit too girly, don't you think?" I shake my head. "No, I don't see anything girly about it.... It, in fact, brought out the uniqueness in you, it makes you even more handsome!" I wink at him. What I just said doesn't make any sense, but simply because I want him to wear it I'm ready to say anything.

I turned my head right and left. "It's a bit tight," I said in a low voice. He loosened it a bit and locked the collar with a click. "Don't try to run away," he said, "This collar has been processed in the wolfsbane. As long as they were touching your skin, you couldn't shift into a wolf." "Have you done these to other girls or am I the lucky one?" I asked, battering my eyelashes at him. I was trying to sound as flirty as I could.

'He should be alive. I muttered to myself as they continued to circle the truck looking for something useful. I heard noises of mutters indicating they have found something and I watched them attempting to drag someone out of the driving seat. The headlights of the truck was still on as they provided enough light to see the figure who was being dragged by my men towards me. They dropped him in front of me who was dressed in casual black with a jacket over him. I stepped towards him and crouched down to his level meeting his down casted head. I grabbed his jaw and was about to lift his head when all of a sudden he jerked my hands off and tried to bite the pendant of his necklace but before he

“Watch closely, Alzna. This is what happens to those who cross me.” One of his guards handed him two remotes. “This collar,” he began, holding one of the remotes above, “is designed for rats like you. It electrocutes, burns, and beheads its victim and one of its amazing features is it will kill you instantly if it is tampered with. Let's start with electrocution,” he said, his gaze never leaving mine. I gulped down hard as my heart thudded in my ribs, but I wasn't going to let him see I was scared.

"Is that a tracking tag? Are you going to put us in a zoo?" "No zoos, child," Nyosi said, taking one of the collars. "A zoo is for animals we want to look at. You? You are far too useful for that." She leaned forward and clicked the collar around the girl’s neck. It adjusted itself, the segments tightening until they were flush against her skin. Beep. The girl let out a choked gasp, her hands flying to her throat. The silver shimmer in her hair died instantly, turning to a dull, matted grey.

"Aww... do not cry, my little bunny. Stay right here, I have a prettier collar for you." He started with the new collar, carefully unlocking the one from before. He stared at the old one and smiled in a sort of fondness at the same time as I watched in dazed horror. "That old collar is adorable but I have to put a new one on you, one that is tougher." More tears fell when he held the large band of black collars. Doctor Great fixed it around my throat, his eyes darkish in a sort of lust that was deeper than the maximum varieties of arousal I had ever visible. It was possessive, packed with a sort of absolute ownership.

I backed off. “Excellent. He will then put a collar around your pretty neck and you will not resist. That collar, my dear, is not for decoration. It is similar to the ones used to train dogs.” He chuckled, “You are not a dog of course. But try anything, to shift or to attack us, you will soon find out what happens.”

That had been the beginning of the collars. To achieve equality and fairness as the jealous folks had termed it, they had created collars with little bits of grinded silver designed in a way to keep their wolves at bay. Kaden had rejected it at first, but when some of them had been taken captive by the rings, he had succumbed to the plan. So, they couldn’t shift nor could they remove the collars. The pain that accentuated from that numbed them for a while.