Zootopia Taming Collar Novels & Stories

Pulling something out, he walked towards me, his strides long, closing the distance with only a couple of steps. I frowned at what he was holding. It was a collar. “You need to hide that tattoo,” he told me, stepping closer. “Put this on.” I stared at the collar, my cheeks heating. I didn’t like the idea of wearing something made for pets. As if he could read the expression on my face as easily as he was reading a book, he continued to explain. “It’s for your protection,” he explained. “You need to hide that tattoo.” I was at a loss for words as he put the collar around my neck and fastened it tightly.

Ben corrected, pressing a single button on his tablet, "of employment." BZZZ-CRACK. The sound wasn't loud, but the effect was instantaneous. The metal collar around Valerius's neck—the one he had worn since the beginning, assuming it was a communication device—lit up with a blinding blue arc of electricity. It wasn't a standard shock collar. It was a neuro-synaptic disruptor designed to pacify riot elephants. Valerius's eyes rolled back into his head. His mouth opened in a silent scream. His muscles locked up, turning him as rigid as a board. He convulsed once, violently, and then collapsed face-first onto the metal grating with a heavy thud.

However, I couldn’t see anything. My lips trembled and I shouted, “Tell Thor the Tiger not to resist! Humans will only sedate him with a tranquilizer!” The animals looked at me blankly. They didn’t understand a word. I thumped Tucker the Elephant’s ear and tried again. “Can you understand? Tell the tiger not to fight!” Tucker the Elephant didn’t truly understand my words, but he seemed to get the idea as he told the group chat.

she barked, voice pure authority. I dropped instantly, heart racing. She circled me, boots thudding. “You’ve been a good little soldier this week. Time for your final test.” She pulled a thick leather collar from her pocket — black with a silver ring and a tiny padlock. My clit throbbed at the sight. “Head up.” I lifted my chin, and she buckled it around my neck, the click of the lock echoing like a vow. “Perfect,” she murmured, attaching a leash. “Crawl.”

She lifted her ponytail, pushing it ahead, giving a free access to the boy. Troy gazed at her backless dress and then at the tempting knot at the back of her neck. His hands itched to pull open the knot, and throw her dress at the floor. Troy opened the tiny lock of the pendent, and planted the pendant on top of her cleavage. "I am so happy that you are wearing this pendant Eva. This is the most precious thing I have kept as mom's memory." He locked the chain at the back of her neck, lightly touching the smooth skin.

She caught me glancing up at her and my eyes widening “Tsk. Tsk. Puppy, I didn’t tell you to look up did I?” she was shaking her head as she walked toward me . The bag was still on the couch that contained the other things she had purchased. She pulled out a black leather collar with a silver ring in the front “Puppy, I’m going to put this collar on you for the next twenty four hours. You are not to take it off unless I tell you to. Do you understand?” “Yes Mistress” I said

It was dominance reinforcement—a ritual designed to break insubordination by stripping the offender of autonomy in front of their peers. Zade’s fists clenched. Two guards approached Xander, restraining his arms. A suppression collar was produced—heavy, metallic, etched with control runes that hummed faintly as it activated. Zade’s breath caught. That collar wasn’t meant for punishment. It was meant for submission. “Wait,” Zade said before he could stop himself. The word ripped from his throat, loud in the sudden silence. Every head turned. Hale’s gaze snapped to him. “Cadet Varyn,” he said mildly. “You will remain silent.”

London ignored both types of comments in the chat and informed them that some sponsors had made a new request. “Before I start the timer and unfreeze the tip jar, there is one more restraint that you will see me wear for the second product trial. This collar can be hooked to the backrest of the throne I’m on. Some of you missed my ugly expressions from earlier at the later stages of testing, and the kind sponsors decided on a solution for it. I hope you’re proud of your decision because I regret it. I hope this thing breaks.” Laughing at her comment, the chat spammed meme that London rolled her eyes at as she fastened the new restraint. Hooking the back of the collar to the backrest of her s

[“Let me take this one.”] Anders requests as he grabs something from a cupboard. “We have to wear a tracking collar when in this form; a little fur is shaved off so it’s resting against bare skin and the module on the collar then transmits the information here to the console.” Anders steps up, grabbing a new collar and giving it to Thomas along with a tablet. “Here you can take this one for Wills, the tablet is set up, all you need to do is use the QR code on the collar to start tracking the vitals in the tablet. Oh, and keep the collar charged. If you want a spare, let me know.”

he asks her, instead of replying. They’re on the porch, and she’s brushing the wolf dog with some de- shedding tool she bought online. He now sports a collar, equipped with a heart-shaped charm that sparklingly proclaims: Twinkles. Zane keeps expecting to see betrayal in the beast’s eyes, but he seems genuinely happy to have been domesticated and bedazzled. Zane can relate. “No,” Anna tells him. “No. I’m not. This is everything I’ve ever . . . It’s just, you’re an Alpha. Maybe you like adventure?”