Luther's eyes go hazy, the refocus and widen, "Oh, uh... yeah." He grins, "Sorry dude, must've spaced out." You cock an eyebrow, surprised by this reaction. "Oh?" You chuckle, continuing to pound your father. "Notice anything different about me?" Luther scratches his chin, "Uhh... new mane cut, maybe?" He snickers. You smirk, it seemed like the Anthro-Slob Light had affected reality too, to make it so you had always been a fat, slobby anthro lion. Luther didn't even bat an eye at you fucking your father now, acting like it was the most normal thing in the world. "Hey Frank!" He casually greeted him. Your dad belched, "Oh-BURRRRP-you're one of Russell's friends, right?" He chuckled. "Ugh, yes dad, yes he is." You say as your pace quickens.
"So, um, dude, what did you call me here for again?" You grunt as you suddenly cum again, removing your cock from the elderly lion's backside and panting, leaving him lazily rutting against the ground. You waddle forward, cum still dribbling from your leonine cock, "Just to catch up." You snicker. "As I'm going to be inheriting my father's pride now, I thought it was worth celebrating." You look at the fat slob of a lion, bubbly cum farts erupting from his flabby rear as he drools in ecstasy.
"Sweet dude!" Luther chuckles, "We going out to celebrate?" You smirk, "Hmm, I think that might be nice. What do you say dad?" You turn to him. He grunts as he tries to stand, "Whoof, I'm not in much of a position to be waddlin' anywhere in my old age, but yer' the king of this pride now, son." He chuckles wheezily, the old gasbag still letting out small belches and farts. "Hmmm, quite." You smirk as you lean to the side, blasting out a triumphant, flatulent roar from your behind and laughing about it, while Luther fans away the fumes, disgusted but laughing too. You can't fault him for that reaction though, he is still just a human after all, your gaze travels to the Anthro-Slob Light, and you lick your lips as you pick up it up. "Ugh, sick dude." Luther chuckles, "Mind if I, like, use your bathroom? I know you don't bother with it, but I really gotta take a piss, and uh..." He fans the air, "Maybe wash my hands first. Don't take it the wrong way but you are NASTY man!"
You grin again, "No offense meant, I take it as a compliment actually." You smile proudly as you fart again, your fat rolls rippling. Luther gags and covers his mouth, still smirking, "Gross dude, geez..." He sighs and, holding his shirt over his mouth, squeezes by you, trying to breath in as little of the polluted air as possible, "I know it's your culture and all, but I'll never understand you lion dudes." You laugh, "Believe me, it's not so bad once you get used to it. Why my people would consider that fart a work of sheer genius! You humans can't do anything like that, can you?"
Luther snickers as he heads into your disused bathroom, avoiding the trash littering your apartment, "Yeah, cause we don't want to." Your sinister grin widens as he turns his back to you. "Well, perhaps you humans could learn a thing or two from us.", you say with a proud, kingly smile. In spite of your size and smell, you stealthily grow closer to your unsuspecting prey, Anthro-Slob Light still in your greasy paws, Luther not suspecting a thing...