Zootopia Taming Collar Novels & Stories

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 chin lifted as he eyed her. She quirked him a dark half-smile as though he’d complimented her. “I’ll give you tether, Little Harpie. But its length depends on you. Behave and you get more to roam.” “Who are you to collar me?” His tone was honeyed. “Well, obviously I cannot trust you, as you are. Fantasies of eviscerating me and all...” “More of a goal, really.” My, my, she’s quick witted.

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.”

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

Yes, definitely still cat, thought Ilyria with some relief. “What now, little Fierce,” said Ilyria, grateful for the comfort of having her there but still no better off than she was before. “What should I do now?” Fierce scratched again, this time at her neck which set off a rattling tinkle. Ilyria looked closer. Someone had put a collar around Fierce's neck. It seemed strange and out of place on the wild little creature. It was a pink collar with a small box attached to it. Ilyria took it in her hand and something rattled inside. She looked at Fierce.

No matter how hard he tried, no sound came out. "The collar you're wearing is an amazing device. I have no idea exactly how it works, but it is effective. Besides being used for identification, it can deliver a substantial shock. You've experienced that already. It can also temporarily paralyze the vocal cords, which is what you're experiencing now. I assure you it's completely harmless. We have much to discuss. When you're ready to listen and cooperate nod your head." Rob nodded. "You're able to speak now. Keep a civil tongue and attitude or you will, once again, lose that ability. Is that clear?"

She cooed softly and bounced me lightly in her arms. “See?” she murmured, voice gentle. “He’s not angry. He’s just talking.” I buried my face in her neck to stop myself from yowling. My ears twitched in anger, my tail flicked in exasperation, and my fur practically bristled with every ounce of dignity I had left. Katia, if you don’t come back soon, I might actually lose my mind. Bob wasn’t done. “You know what we need? A little bell collar. Bright red. With rhinestones. That way, if he tries to sneak up on anyone, we’ll hear him coming.”

They didn’t need to. They landed like the truth. Not a question. Not a declaration. A fact. There was no hesitation. No permission sought. Just the full weight of Milo’s claim dropped like a stone into still water. My breath caught. Something twisted low in my belly, sharp and fierce. And then he reached into his coat. No box. No soft presentation. Just the cold glint of silver and black against his palm. A collar. Smooth leather. Polished. Black as midnight. At the center, a jewel,round and dark, catching the overhead lights with a glint that felt more dangerous than pretty. It was too large for subtlety, too perfect for coincidence.