Short Stories

Horses

{When I was younger I heard an old legend about an Island.}

That Island wasn't deserted.
On it lived a colony of beautiful women.
Women with pure blood and innocence looks, glistening eyes, soft silky hair and pearly white smiles.
When men around the world heard about such an Island they obviously had this ideology that it was heaven on earth. And many did hunt for this paradise. Sadly, those who left their homes never came back. Why? Saving embarrassment  for themselves believing it was real? Death by storm swallowed by seas?
No
They all found it.
The problem laid on the Island, what actually lurked on it.

As ships sailed into it's shores, men were greeted with smiles of women. Women beautiful and enticing like mermaids or sirens. Purposefully naked to bring men off their ships and onto the Island.
After a long day of comfort, heaven and sex night came like any other. Men would set up camp on the Island to rest after their voyage and whole day of pleasures.
Unfortunately, there was one secret which on one knew about.

During the night, as the moon hit the women's skin they would experience traumatic headaches, heartburns and muscle pain. Their bodies would painfully transform into large black bay stallions.

That wasn't the only strange thing about them.

They were carnivores creatures. They'd gallop the shores of their Island trying to pick up the sent of human blood.
Finally when they did they'd trample on the sleeping men to give them open wounds, bite their skin to rip it off and eat.
These horses were fearless. Fighting back was no good, it would only seem like a fun game before a meal.

(Yes I did actually hear, I can't remember where, a legend about women who were cannibalistic horses.)