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Do you know the story of Coyote and Teeth in the Wrong Places?

(off to the garage - see you tomorrow, dear.)

Ooh no! a story, tell it to us tomorrow.

Um, association: Fauré's Dolly Suite (part of theme tune to Listen with Mother).

Here's your story, Duchess :D

Teeth in the wrong places (Ponca-Otoe)

(Told to Richard Erdoes in NYC by a sweet old Ponca woman who wanted to remain anonymous).

When Coyote was roaming around for adventures, looking for great
deeds to do, someone told him of an evil sorceress, an old woman who
lived with her two wicked daughters. Many young men went there to
sleep with the daughters, who were very handsome, but none was ever
seen alive again.
Coyote said, "That's just the place I want to go."
"Be careful," said the person who had told him about it. "Whatever
you do, don't sleep with these girls. It would kill you, or so I've
been told."
"How could sleeping with two pretty women kill a man?" thought
Coyote, and off he went.
The old woman was very nice to him when he arrived, her two
daughters were very beautiful. "Come in, come in," the mother
said. "You're a good-looking young man, just the kind of person I'd
like to have for a son-in-law."
Coyote went into the tipi with his bow and quiver. "sit down, sit
down," the old woman said. "You'll get something good to eat. My
daughters will serve you."
The girls brought Coyote many good dishes - buffalo hump, tongues,
all kinds of meat. One of the daughters, the older one, said: "You
sure are handsome." Coyote thought to himself: "My informant was
wrong; these are good people."
By nightfall, Coyote was full of good food and getting drowsy. "You
must be tired after your journey," the old woman said. "And it's cold
outside. Lie down to sleep between my two daughters - they'll keep
you warm."
Coyote snuggled between the two girls. He felt amorous, but he
wondered. In the dark the face of the younger girl brushed his; she
was whispering in his ear: "Pretty soon my sister will ask you to
sleep with her. I'm supposed to ask you too, but you mustn't do it."
"Why not?" asked Coyote.
"The old woman is a witch," said the girl. "She's not really my
mother; I'm her prisoner, though the other girl is her daughter. This
witch has put teeth into both our vaginas, and when a man comes to
visit she gets him to copulate with us. Then these teeth take hold of
his penis and chew it to bits. Once he puts it in, he can't pull it
out no matter how hard he tries. You should hear those poor young men
cry; they cry until they die."
"Why do you tell me this?"
"I like you and I hate doing the old woman's dirty work. After the
poor young men are dead, she takes all their things. She likes
robbing them, but she likes hearing them die even better."
"I don't believe you."
"Then listen. Do you hear the noise?"
"Yes, I do hear it, a strange noise."
"It's the grinding of the sharp teeth inside our vaginas."
Coyote heard the grinding. He believed what the girl said.
Coyote and the girl pretended to sleep. After a while the older
girl, the old woman's daughter, pulled at his sleeve. "Strong young
man," she whispered, "you must be hot for us. Let me make you happy.
Get on top of me. Quick, get into me;" Coyote could hear the teeth
gnashing furiously inside her vagina.
"I've been thinking of nothing else since I first saw you, pretty
one," said Coyote, "but let me get my clothes off."
"Hurry up," said the impatient girl. "Don't dawdle. Put it in!"
Coyote took hold of a thick, long stick still warm from the fire,
and stuck it deep into that wicked girl's vagina.
"Oh, a real man at last," said the girl, "how good it feels. A real
big one for a change!" The teeth inside her were chewing, and wood
splinters were flying out of her all over Coyote. "Whew!" he
thought. "This is really something!" Quickly he grabbed an arrow from
his quiver and thrust it deep into the girl before the teeth could
snap shut. The teeth closed upon the shaft near the feathers, but it
was too late: the arrowhead had already reached the evil girl's
heart, and she died.
Then Coyote went over to the old woman and killed her with his
knife. He told the younger girl: "You've saved my life, so come with
me and I'll marry you."
"How can you?" said the girl. "I'd like to be your wife, but I have
these teeth in the wrong place."
"I'll take care of that," Coyote told her, "so come on."
They started off for Coyote's house and walked all one day. When
evening came, Coyote built a brush shelter for the two of them. He
put sage into it for a bed. "Now I'm going to make love to you," he
said.
"No, never!" said the girl. "It would kill you."
"Well, of course, first I have to knock your teeth out," said
Coyote. "And not the ones in your head."
So he knocked out the teeth in the girl's vagina - except for one
blunt tooth that was very thrilling when making love. They were
happy, Coyote and this girl.
 
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