Four: The Mad One

**Warning - Contains references to scat**

Elsewhere in the emperor's palace, there was a small tower that had once been where the emperor's adored executioner had stayed, but now the barred doors were for someone else. It was only at night that the bars on the doors were employed, turning it into a prison against the madness of the creature that dwelled within, but during the day they were open. The creature that lived here was not exactly unfavoured... more just unsettling and only useful in scaring others into obedience. In this family, there was always someone who was mad, someone who had no clear mind and that was the being that lived here.

One of the gazelles was bringing in the news to him, the minister had been chosen by a random lot to go and visit the child that had been born with such promise, but had terrified them all early. The figure gulped and swallowed back into the swollen sac in his throat, terrified that he might be bringing unwelcome news and it might result in him being abused. The prince he was going to see was known for abuse... he did not kill but instead he had other methods of disgusting and humiliating those who did not do as he wanted them to do.

When the minister reached the door half-way up the tower that led into the prince's room, he froze and looked to the guards. These guards were not exactly the most pleasant either, they came from a mountainous region to the north east, an area where there were only high mountain cities, rarely prey and where only once a month did any families mingle and greet one another. Their fur was plush and beautiful, but they were not the Markhor of their region that would be more acceptable to most in the empire... instead, they were snow leopards.

"Uh... guards... uh... it's Radhi and Salih, correct?" The nervous minister questioned, pulling the document to his chest and almost cowering before the big cats in their strange spike-topped little domed helmets. They looked more nomadic than stationary, more like the wild horses and camels to the east that had centuries ago ripped through these lands to dominate them. But at his words, the beasts with their thick whiskers, square jaws and sharp eyes, turned their heads to him. They awaited him to ask the question and the minister had no idea if his assumption was correct or not. "I... uh... well... uh, is Prince Ozan uh... is he, present?"

It seemed like a stupid question to ask and the two cats turned to look at each other, feeling that the question really was ridiculous. However, they turned and bowed their heads to the minister, agreeing that he was there. This did not helper the minister too much though and rather swiftly he asked of the prince's mood. This made the thick tails of the cats twitch about and their eyes glitter in both excitement and a little disgust. The snow leopards had been chosen to be Ozan's guards for two reasons... firstly, because they were fearless and secondly, because they were the only ones that the emperor believed would be able to slaughter the prince when he finally dared to kill his father. No one was quite sure the sickness that ailed Ozan... he did not hear voices, he did not believe that he was a god... he just did not... he did not really feel or believe anything!

There was a word similar to some if that the empire did not know, solipsism, a strange mental thought where one believes that everything exists only as it applies to them... others cannot be comprehended because they were not them. In Ozan it had developed into a form of nihilism... nothing held consequences because there was no respect for others... and it meant he did things and acted in ways that had meant he could never rule, because his belief on his position in the grand scheme of things had dripped into his views on taboo matters and for Ozan, terrible things could be done to others that no one would dared to even imagine... because he felt no one should tell him he could not do it.

"He's... in a decent mood... he has requested his favoured toilet... so his mind will be elsewhere." One of the cats growled softly, but it was enough for the minister to gag suddenly in shock. He really could not accept the thought that he would be stepping into that room whilst something so unpleasant was happening. There were rules and manners and a thing as decorum within their world, within the palace that meant such things were beyond taboo but utterly wrong! However, Ozan's object was a muted, castrated enemy... a massive leopard with a scarred up body that had survived the torture of the executioner and had been about to be decapitated when Ozan... in a seeming moment of clarity, had informed his father of an interesting idea of punishment. The leopard was named Kourosh, the favoured son and assassin of the leopard kingdom to the west who still argued with his father's empire over territories near the western mountains.

Kourosh had failed in taking out the emperor, but he'd almost done it... the concubine in bed with the emperor had instead pushed back and lost her life... she'd been honoured for her sacrifice. When Kourosh had been aware that he would be captured and tortured, he'd cut his tongue out, hoping to die from the loss of blood but, it had just rendered him mute. He'd been so beaten and tortured down into nothing, that by the execution he was a numb, mindless creature without any understanding or language. He'd been so ruined it had been pitiable and death would have been kind... but the empire was not a kind one.

Now, Kourosh was Ozan's play thing, his favourite toy and in some disgusting, twisted action, he had decided that whenever he needed relief, the leopard would be the source of it. There were mentions from the servants who had such fear to enter Ozan's chambers that the leopard was used both to catch the urine but also to contain the... other matter. In fact, one servant had sworn blind that he'd seen the wretch being used to 'lick him clean' afterwards. No one wanted to walk in on such an event, especially when afterwards Ozan would do other unpleasant things and was indeed, the only member of the royal palace permitted a same-sex concubine... if only because Kourosh was so battered he did not even know what he was... just a pet.

"Ugh... well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt if I relay the emperor's decree if he's... content." The minister had no idea what to say, this was not a pleasant situation and yet the snow leopards bowed their heads and turned. They opened the door and let the minister in, the gazelle shaking visibly as he stepped into the room and thankfully, Kourosh was back sleeping in the actual cage at the end of the prince's bed! It was a little more relieving as the minister turned to see the rather handsome and beautifully horned ram sitting at his table and having that rather silly Tutku was holding out a paper for him. The minister was a little peeved, that altered creature should have been the one to deliver this news, he'd overheard it all like all the other servant after-all, but Ozan then turned to look towards the minister with a sweet smile.

"Aaah... you are here because there is something that doesn't matter to me, that you think should matter to me... am I right?" Ozan chuckled softly, his tone high and sweet, but slightly twisted with his growing irritation. It was clear that he did not like the gazelle being present in his view... especially because anyone that came in from outside, was not what Ozan had commanded and thereby might not even be real. Ozan liked things to be real, to be tangible to him, because if they were not under his control then was he even within his own world... could someone else be affecting his mind?

"Yes... your highness... no doubt you guessed your father would be sending a message to you soon... you are always aware of the happenings in the palace." The minister, like all the others, had learnt too that when speaking to Ozan, it was best to assume that the prince knew everything... even the future... so one what to speak in a way to intrigue and soothe him. He was omnipotent when not around his father and the minister gulped heavily as he watched the prince give a soft snort of frustration and turn to look towards Tutku as he then instructed the lynx what to write upon it for him. "Oh... I did not know that cat could write... no doubt, our great prince taught him."

"Well... I could hardly be able to reach my full potential if there is no one I can trust to write down my noble thoughts... all my servants read and write because I taught them to... it is a gift don't you know." The figure lifted up his regal head, his beautiful horns had golden bands drilled into them that bore garnets and rubies, the longer they got the more the bands were added. He looked truly glorious and yet, there was always something in his mouth that made everyone uncomfortable... the canine teeth he'd had glued into mouth. They actually hurt and cut the bottom of his lip, but he had them just for show, he still ate and ground his meals with his back teeth. "What was it you wanted to ensure I already knew... minister?"

"Oh yes... forgive my distractions over your majesty, great prince. You father has released a doctrine to state his concern that there are not enough worthy sons to be put into place by yourself, has meant he will breed indiscriminately with the harem... including daughters and granddaughters..." The minister felt himself almost vomiting over the statement, but the emperors had the blood of gods and heroes, they were not truly mortal like others, so breeding with others to rebuild the godly blood would be suitable. But the minister noticed the way that Ozan froze.

"Heh... to think he scolded me for doing the same and locked me here... very well..." The prince chuckled, the minister shivered, there were stories that even as a young boy he had been too aware of breeding and attempted it with a half-sister who had been far too obedient to her brother to ignore him. He sickened them all for such behaviour, but he had been permitted to live and the sister he'd ended up impregnating had been drowned so no child by this being could ever exist. Ozan just smirked as he then turned to the minister with a smile. "I wish my father good luck... I will be the heir though, so I suppose he's just trying to encourage me to work harder. Off you go."

With that, the minister bowed his head and then the gazelle turned and hurried off as the prince beckoned the lynx to go and give the letter to the snow leopards. Salih bowed his head and stepped off, but then Tutku was beckoned back in and told to get onto his knees beneath the desk. Tutku bobbed his head, kneeling down and his soft paws grasped his masters long length, stroking it to life as Ozan lounged back and stared off into space for a while. Tutku then opened his mouth wide and took in his master's fat head, suckling at it eagerly and then drawing it deep down into his throat. He shivered in pleasure to be able to please such a dangerous being like this as he sucked in and took his thick cock in and out for his throat. It was enough to please Ozan and he dropped his head to the lynx's, patting his head in appreciation before he gave a soft cackle and lay back into the chair.

"Don't get me off yet... I'm waiting for my guest to return... to think, my father would get involved in this and yet he hasn't got a single understanding that two of his rotten sons had been practicing it for a while. But this will be very useful for me... I can now impregnate whomever he has slept with and as far as he'd know, it was his own child." Ozan cackled softly in delight, looking down at the lynx that continued to suckle and then drag his lips up and down the form. He knew to be careful, to take it slow so his master would keep his cock straight and be ready for whomever he had invited to come up and present themselves to him. But Ozan was smirking as he looked towards the door with a snort. "My father intends to kill me, I'm very much aware of that and I probably won't be able to stop it when it happens, but if I have a bastard chosen for his heir... that would be a better immortality. More importantly, the twins will come to me for help... especially because she'll either need medicine to kill what's in her belly already, or a way to convince father he'd been with her already and I'm the only one who knows all the secrets..."

Ozan loved to hear his voice, loved to say anything to the universe and did not except, or want, anyone to answer him as he had sighed and lounged back. His long ears flicked towards the door as Tutku continued and a smirk fell upon his face. One of the things he'd started to take enjoyment doing was reading the manner and relationships between the eunuchs in the palace, who were easy prey for anyone with rank to torture, kill and just abuse. He did not belief it was abuse though, what he did just confirmed two things to him... that person was under his control and that person existed as toy for him. Very few were ever very defiant when they met him, except for one particular being and this was arriving at the door.

"Tutku... come out for a moment, I might as well prepare to use you some more for my guests..." Ozan beamed, stepping out from behind the desk once the soft lips of the lynx were removed from him. He stepped aside, opening out his robes to show off his impressively long cock and his heavy balls... he was pleased he was endowed with something that suited his prowess and when he heard the doors opened, he smirked as Shahin stepped in along with Nermin, a very beautiful look wild she-goat who just so happened to me the Emperor's niece by his half-sister who'd long died and left her daughter in her brother's harem to be protected by the emperor's mother. The idea was that she should be married to whomever the emperor had deemed worthy of her and she had been one of Ozan's favourite toys in his early teens when he'd snuck in to see her. But he was grinning as she was brought in and Shahin looked nervous.

"Uh... my prince... we're here as you requested, what can we do for you?" Nermin and Shahin both bowed in front of him, the caracal sensing the nerves coming off the anxious ewe that wanted nothing to do with this wretch. They both felt uncomfortable at the panther within the cage nearby and the way its eyes were upon them in utter fascination. Nermin was particularly scared of the creature, it always licked its lips when it saw her and most of all, she hated coming here to see her cousin and was trying not to make a note of his prominent erection.

"Good, good... dear cousin... I have guessed that my father's news has reached your ears. I was very worried that someone might have taken advantage of it... in fact, I'm quite sure my father has already used you... so tell me the truth and I'll let you leave without hurting you." Ozan stated firmly, but to this, Shahin gave a hiss of fury, his face looking vicious until the panther gave a more violent hiss from his cage. It was enough to make Nermin grasp her little protector's shoulders, suddenly terrified and even Tutku was looking to his dearest companion with anxiety as Ozan gave a soft chuckle. "I'll keep my word..."

"Very well... the answer is yes... I was informed of this idea before it was made public. The emperor has insisted that he would aid me in finding a suitable husband so long as I helped produce an heir from him. He only seeks one and then... then I can marry whichever prince I choose in his care." Nermin's long lashes fluttered, she had her heart set on a certain wolf that everyone was very hateful of, but he was so brave and brash. He'd been the one to stand up when Ozan had bullied her before and knocked him out with a single punch... no one else dared to protect her but Shahin and yet, he was a powerless unique. It was enough to make Ozan chuckle in amusement as he turned to Tutku.

"Then I will aid your endeavour... father may not be as virile as he appears, but I am and so, for being with him, I will lend you my seed to fill your womb with the heir he wants... as I cannot be his heir." Ozan beamed in delight, his words rather jovial as if he were doing her a favour and she trembled at the thought of it. She had not even considered that the figure that had taken her recently, might not be able or perhaps even as willing to give her the freedom she had been promised upon her entry into the palace. She looked towards the caracal snarling beside her, but it was then that Ozan gave a chuckle and grasped Tutku by the scruff. "Don't worry, just lie down with your leg's spread... you won't be hurt I promise."

She was too scared to question or argue about it and swiftly she stepped onto the nearby bed and spread her legs. She pulled her clothing down and waited, Shahin hurrying to her side to help her. But his eyes were narrowed upon Tutku, a pain in the pit of his stomach and his teeth gritting as his whiskers pulled back. His hackles were raising too because he knew damn well that his beloved, altered and mutilated companion, was being used by this damn bastard.

Ozan pushed the lynx over the desk, pinning him down and then taking his form, sitting it between the legs of the cat that had little more that a tiny nub where he urinated from, everything else had had made him appear male long ago hacked off! Ozan told him to keep his legs tight, his erection was still firm enough and he was smirking in amusement as he thrust his hips firmly between the lynx's legs. Tutku squeezed his thighs around the master's form tightly, making sure he got all the thrills he needed but feeling uncomfortable as that cockhead was bashing him in the groin and making him feel a little unsettled. He grit his teeth, just losing himself to a fantasy world with a dumb grin on his face as he let his master do what he needed.

Shahin curled his lips, gritting his fangs as the poor ewe beside him was trembling in terror for what was to happen. The caracal's eyes narrowed, his feathered ears pinning back as his reddish face wrinkled and he watch Ozan just rub himself so vigorously between Tutku's thighs that the fur was being rubbed off and the sore thighs were being coated in his precum. It made Shahin almost leap out to smack him away, hating the obvious pain that his companion was suffering as Ozan gave a firm smirk and looked suddenly very vicious. He turned around, his cock hard, throbbing, dribbling at the tip and so painfully swollen he looked ready to cum. He then whistled Tutku over and held his tip right by the ewe's vaginal opening.

Tutku hurried over, waddling because his thighs hurt but he knelt beneath his master, sucked at his balls and then licked and rubbed the shaft. Ozan was smirking, but looking right into Shahin's eyes with an obvious expression to say he knew exactly what the caracal thought. He almost wanted to dare him to react to it and yet, Shahin just held onto the female's hands as he watched Tutku rub his master into cumming! As Ozan gave a grunt, he'd pressed his head into the hole, just enough to stretch it open and gain a gasp, before his cum had spurted into her. It poured down her passage, aiming for her womb and Ozan smirked, stepping back and then dragging Tutku's head up to his cock. He let the cat's barbed tongue flick and clean his tip as he smiled down to the trembling, startled female.

"See... I didn't hurt you at all."