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Anyone who has ever been to a fancy restaurant on the coast has been told to try the lobster. Surf and turf was always a popular combination, and a properly cooked, medium rare steak, still pink the middle and running over with delicious juices, paired extremely well with a boiled lobster tail, complete with a side of tasty garlic butter for dipping.

Joshiah still wasn't a big fan of lobster, no matter how often he tried it or how well it was made. Even if it was the catch of the day, fresh from the ocean water and kissed by the salt of the sea, he just couldn't get into the it. Seafood was never his preference, keeping him from wanting to live on the coast, but on his visit with Rosie to the Pacific Northwest, he decided to give things one more try, having heard just how legendary the west coast seafood scene was.

"It smells fishy, it doesn't look appetizing...it's just...mreh. I really don't see what the big deal is," the coyofolf muttered, looking at the piece of lobster meat that dangled on his fork, the golden coat of garlic butter dripping down to his plate where a steak used to be. "Not to mention that I have a really bad taste in my mouth about lobster after that whole...story thing."

Rose giggled and took a bite of her own lobster, her tail curling with delight at the flavorful morsel. "Mmmn...well, if you're not gonna have some, you're missing out," she promised, something that she'd told him time and time again when they were out for a meal. "And you have no one to blame for the lobster story but yourself. You didn't have to write it, you chose to..."

Joshiah rolled his eyes. "Because the pestering of nearly twenty people on a daily basis wasn't motivation enough for me to just do it and get it over with..."

"Just ignore them next time," Rose replied, taking another bite of her lobster. "Trust me, there's a whole world of flavor that you're missing out on here. If you're not gonna finish yours...that's just a waste."

"I haven't even started on it!"

"C'mon. Just one measly little bite...?"

Joshiah narrowed his eyes at Rose, before narrowing them at the piece of lobster that was starting to turn dry on his fork. Pasty white and misshapen, it just didn't look appetizing to the coyofolf, and his stomach was already full with an expensive steak, a house salad and some slices of fresh bread. There was no _need_for lobster, and very little desire for it. The only thing tempting Joshiah to even try it was Rose, and she was simply more persuasive than his stomach. It was rare that she steered him wrong as far as flavors were concerned, and it had been years since he actually gave the dish a try.

" Fine. One stupid bite."

It almost seemed suspicious to Joshiah that Rose was so determined for him to try the lobster, but she'd pressed on him for other foods before, so he just rolled his eyes once again, entirely despondent, and placed the mouthful right into his maw. Admittedly, the piece was plenty juicy, as it should have been, and all he could really taste was garlic butter on an otherwise flavorless base of flesh. In that aspect, Joshiah was a bit disappointed, but he gnashed away at the lobster and chewed it up until he could swallow it. In one gulp, he ate the whole bite, before giving Rose a rather plain look.

"Wow. I'm simply dazzled."

Rose stuck her tongue out at her boyfriend as she finished her own lobster. "You don't have to be a buttchunk about it," she murmured, taking the last bite of lobster from her plate and finishing it with a pleasant rumble of a perfectly full tummy. "Besides, you paid nearly twenty bucks just for half a lobster tail, you might as well finish it!"

Joshiah had forgotten that little fact, and it did suddenly make the lobster seem a bit more appealing, though he didn't really need to eat it. "I dunno...maybe I'll just get a box for it...I'm pretty full, honestly. Long as this stuff reheats well..."

"I dunno. I've never really had to reheat a lobster, but sweetheart, speaking of heat...do you feel warm? Your face is starting to look a little red..."

It was pretty typical for the coyofolf to put extra spice on his food, and he always suffered from the supposed Irish blush when he had even a couple drinks, but this was a deeper level of flushed that Rose didn't think was normal. Her eyes narrowed in concern as his forehead started to bead with sweat, and she came to a worrisome conclusion. "Sweetheart, are you allergic to lobster??"

"I'm not allergic to anything," Joshiah reminded her, though he did wonder if what he felt was akin to an allergic reaction. His paws were clamming up, his entire body felt moist, and despite that, his skin felt like it was cracking apart under his fur. There was no denying by now that Joshiah was having a reaction, and his skin wasn't just turning red from warmth, but clearly, something far more dangerous was happening to his body. "But I do feel really weird...really thirsty. I-I think I need a d-drink..."

Joshiah slammed his entire glass of water as the other people in the restaurant all turned to stare at him, his voice panicked and rising in pitch until it nearly shriveled away entirely. His neck was getting thicker, but meanwhile, his body was shrinking down, slowly but surely, giving him all of the attractive appeal of a dwarf from Middle Earth that spent too much time in a tanning bed. "That's no allergic reaction...Josh, you're shrinking! What on earth was in that lobster?!"

Karma was a bitch, as the saying goes, and it seemed that it was never truer for Joshiah than it was right at that moment. His distaste of lobsters, combined with the terrible fiction story that wrote about them in an act of blatant sarcasm was becoming his downfall, as his once vibrant, bright blue eyes shrunk down into tiny dots of black that looked like lumps of obsidian coal, and then, they bulged back out like airbags being deployed from the end of extremely thin, narrow cocks. Scaled plates of red were popping up through jet black fur and bright orange stripes until the fur started to fade entirely, replaced by the beginnings of a carapace that wrapped around the entirety of Joshiah's body. His tail, long, fluffy and squeezable started to harden fresh mud in the sweltering heat of the summer sun, crackling and shifting until it appeared to fall apart. There was almost nothing left beyond exposed flesh and bone, but red shells of the carapace started to cover all of it up, and everyone in the restaurant gasped in horror as Joshiah now more closely resembled a red car that had been hit by a semi truck, lit on fire and peed out than a coyofolf, or anything even remotely discernible to a mammal. Paws that were grasping and struggling with the side of the table cloth in the exquisite, fancy restaurant shriveled back, pawtips falling off and landing on the floor with disgusting, fleshy thuds , leaving behind only two pawtips on each arm. They fattened up faster than Hansel and Gretel trying to eat a house made out of candy, before hooking at the end like the curls on the mustache of a hipster. The mangled mash of different, disgusting characteristics somehow came together in the end, as Joshiah was too far gone to hope to prevent the transformation, and Rose was completely driven by shock, trying not to pass out, face first into her plate on the table.

The display was so terrifying that the ushers at the front of the restaurant couldn't bring themselves to escort Joshiah out the doors, one of them having gone into a heart attack when the transformation started, while the other was vomiting uncontrollably at the continued spectacle. "Oh GOD...this is the most repulsive thing I've ever seen! It's like watching a lobster try to assfuck a roadkill squirrel that's been rotting in the sun for two weeks!" Rose cried out in terror, tears steaming down her cheeks as her once moderately attractive lover started frothing at the muzzle, until it shrunk back into his face, replaced by some horrifying mess of a set of lips that didn't really resemble a mouth at all, because lobsters are fucking disgusting, and their faces are completely unappealing to anyone to look at, which is why no one ever tries to eat the face. Two long, thin strands poked out from where his nose once was, and his forehead shrunk down until it was completely flat against the rest of his face, nothing more than a red plate that covered around to the back of his neck. It was like watching someone without a neck try to put on a red football helmet, only to find that the helmet couldn't drop any lower than their disproportionate shoulders.

Patrons were flooding the restaurant, filling the air with screams of terror as Rose finally fell backwards in her seat and fainted from the absolute shock of the experience. There was only one random stranger still left inside once the crowd ran through the doors. It was a lone wolf, hiding under one of the booth tables and masturbating furiously to the display with a handful of garlic butter around his bright red prick, almost the same shade as the lobster that he was jacking off to. Without a proper, intelligent brain to think with, Joshiah fell out of his chair and started flopping around aimlessly as his body continued to shrink closer to a proper size, which only made the wolf in the corner masturbate even more vigorously, to the point that he had to take the garlic butter from the table above him and reapply it to his shaft. Joshiah didn't know there was something so lewd going on in the corner, because he was now a lobster out of water, and his brain was appropriate to the change, making him every bit as stupid as he was gross.

Back in the kitchen, the chefs were shocked to see that their famous, five-star rated cooking had apparently cleared out the entire restaurant. Filled with uncontrollably rage, a pair of the chefs ran out from the back, only to find that most of the food they'd prepared was in fact consumed, with the exception of the garlic butter that was now being used as a masturbatory aid. Seeing that the source of all the madness was a customer that was almost done transforming into a slightly oversize lobster, they saw this as an opportunity to cook him and put him on the menu, knowing that something so exotic would fetch a very high price from the right buyer. Much to their surprise, however, Rose came back to consciousness and picked up her lobster lover in her arms and fended off the chefs with her steak knife, letting the lobster cling to the black fabric of her dress with his misshapen claws.

"I won't let you take him!" she cried out defiantly, and the chefs backed off as quickly as they could, being too stupid to have brought their own knives with them from the kitchen. Rose rushed out of the restaurant to the water with her lobsterfied boyfriend, followed only by the creepy wolf who still had his dick in his paws, evidently nearing orgasm by the way he was hobbled as he ran. Though the restaurant once had a gorgeous view that overlooked the west coast, the cliff side was stained with blood from the patrons who were literally terrified beyond reason by the transformation, and decided to irrationally jump for their lives, which ironically resulted in them dying as they crashed into the jagged rocks. The delicious waft of salt on the ocean air brought tears to Rose's eyes once more, the emerald orbs closing as she pulled her lobsterfolf away from her body, a monster that was the result of a bad batch of seafood, and held him out over the cliff.

The breeze whisked her tears away into the night air, as she started to lose her grip on his crusty, crunchy body. "I know I can never satisfy you now, now that you're in this form...and frankly, you're a disgusting monster and an abomination against God," she explained, as she released him from her grip and watched him tumble down into the ocean below. " GO! Be with your own kind now, where you can live and love again!"

The hard shell on Joshiah's body just managed to avoid cracking and splitting wide open as he careened down the side of the cliff and landed in the water with a tiny, unsatisfying splash. He immediately sank in and flailed around, but because lobsters are every bit as dumb as they are ugly, a female lobster immediately swam his way, swimming backwards in that weird way that they do, so her butt was in front, not that it was really easy to tell, since their butts just kind of blended into their tails, which were among the worst, ugliest tails in the animal kingdom.

"Hey there. I haven't seen you around this part of the ocean before, hot stuff. Looking for a good time?" she asked, swimming backwards around him in circles, but he didn't seem at all enticed, which confused her, simply because she wasn't used to being rejected, or even having to wait to prompt a lobster male to go after her, sexually.

Thanks to his transformation being so recent, Joshiah could remember who he was supposed to be, and had no interest in any lobster, male or female. Because of his own unusual canine heritage, his final, transformed body looked something like Danny Devito had sex with a red Fiat 500 that was filled with seafood, not exactly a lobster, but definitely nothing close to a canine anymore. "Sorry, but I'm just gonna go find the fastest way to kill myself. I think that guy might be perfect for you, though!"

There was a loud and sudden SPLASH under the water as the creepy wolf who had been masturbating with the garlic butter in the restaurant dove in, wanting to see the romance of two lobsters, but he was denied that chance. He was given an even rarer opportunity, however, as the female lobster swam backwards over his cock, and he grabbed it again, yanking it with renewed lust and blowing his load into the water, painting the once red female lobster white and leaving her covered in a goop that seemed to hang around unnaturally long in the water. Having such a mind-shattering orgasm made the wolf lightheaded, and he drowned as Joshiah swam away, doing his weird backwards thing, until he was eaten by a shark, who then died because it turns out that lobsterfolfs are as poisonous as they are horrible, disgusting, genetic messes.

Man.

Fuck lobsters.