Zootopia Taming Collar Novels & Stories

he rumbled softly, his deep voice cutting through the ambient hum of the club. I froze instantly, holding my breath. He opened the box to reveal a stunning, delicate silver chain harness. It was crafted from fine, weightless sterling links designed to drape gracefully over the shoulders, crossing over the chest, and anchoring directly into the silver ring of my leather collar, dropping down to wrap snugly around my waist.

“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.

"You'll get used to it when you see it in the mirror each day, my little slave bunny." He clicked the lock close and I shuddered before realizing something. "Is the collar difficult to take off?" I asked. He adjusted it how he liked it and then fixed light over me with a smile. "Before you ask me a question, you need to ask for my permission." I sniffled, frightened of the punishment coming to me. "It's okay for now. You will learn after you've suffered a bit more for me." Doctor Great turned around and began tugging an extension cord already set up. I quaked with the sight of the soldering gun in his hand. "I'm going to make adjustments to this already cute collar for you."

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.

Inside was a collar. "What is that?" I stepped back. "Your punishment," Lucas sneered. "Since you made Ella lose her wolf, you should feel what it’s like to be powerless. This collar is laced with silver powder and wolfsbane extract. Once it’s on, you’ll feel a constant burn, and your wolf will be suppressed." "You can't—" Lucas didn't give me a chance to fight. He lunged, pinning me down and snapping the collar around my neck.

Something strange is going on here. As I gazed down at her unconscious body, I noticed it, an item that I am very familiar with, something that I could never forget about. It was a shock collar. The same kind of one that the hunters used to use on me during my training. How did her father get one though? I know all about this device. Pasha used to tell me all about it as he used it on me. A device of his own creation, he would tell me. Intended to weaken the beast side and cause insurmountable pain. He was always so proud as he spoke about it. If the subject does somehow become able to initiate a change during the process, the electricity would burn the fur right off. I know firsthand though

I declared, folding my arms. "No, that's out of the question, you are being punished, remember?" He smirked. "Yeah, the punishment," I replied toying with the silver collar placed around my neck. As promised to Rick. I was forbidden from venturing out of the compound, and a silver collar with a GPS tracker was placed around my neck to prevent me from shifting and making a point to the pack. "Rain loved the collar, she thinks it's quite kinky. She has asked Damon to get a similar one for her." I grinned.

"Next, you would advance your submissives to where you are today, commitment collars. Where they are fully trained and are now willing to make a lasting commitment to you two as Dominates. You've already gotten your ceremony worked out and you realize that locking the collar on is a large part of that. Locking symbolizes the seriousness of a lasting commitment. I can order a version of these collars for that with normal locks. She pointed to the ones she had on display. "These, however, are of a different variety These are the last type of collar, a permanent collar." Each collar was a choker style collar with rings of yellow, rose, and white gold. Yellow of the bottom rings that were offset