GrushaVashnadze
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I recently experimented writing a whole scene in the past perfect (pluperfect) tense. It is a lengthy flashback embedded and intercut into a futanari time-travel story: the story was written in the past tense; hence the flashback ended up pluperfect. I am quite proud of how it turned out - but I sometimes wonder whether it might confuse some readers. The story is Metamorphoses Ch. 04. Here is a brief excerpt, in case it tempts any of you to have a closer look:
Daphne slouched back into her seat, but did not waste much time sulking, as her mind was too full of her unexpected encounter with Dr Gaia the previous weekend: "No," Daphne had insisted, "I am not leaving Lucy here to come back with you to the future! You sent me back here, and it was Lucy's foresight that allowed that to happen. We will not be parted!"
Al telaio tesserà lino e duolo pel lenzuolo che la coprirà... -- "To shroud herself shall she weave woe and linen at the loom," sang the chorus of gold miners on stage -- dressed, of course, in Ku Klux Klan outfits which they kept tripping over, much to Henke's annoyance.
"What we didn't realise, Daphne," Gaia had replied, "is that sending you back changed the course of the sexual history of mankind. It's one thing for women to want cocks. But now they're demanding multiple tits, or retractable dicks like the Vrdmlians. And men are wanting two or three cocks -- or both cocks and cunts, or expanded arseholes, so as to take all these huge ten-inch dicks we keep providing their wives with. And because Lucy has now learnt about this technology from you, and can research it at her Institute, all this demand has developed two hundred years earlier than we expected it to!"
Il mio cane dopo tanto mi ravviserà? -- "Will my dog recognise me after so long?" sang the chorus of miners, whilst bending over and miming buggering each other doggy-style through their KKK costumes. Henke smiled contentedly -- though Daphne could not tell whether this was mere directorly satisfaction, or because the mediocre but buxom mezzo-soprano, Bambi by name, whom he had cast as the squaw Wowkle, was now crouched at his feet, headdress feathers waving just above the level of his table as she slid her fulsome spit-lubricated tits up and down around his rather small penis. Daphne scoffed, but returned to brooding over the conversation with Dr Gaia.
"Oh, for goodness' sake, Doctor!" Daphne had responded. "This is ridiculous! You can't expect me to abandon my wife now, and let you take me away just because of your bullshit story about a 'crisis of demography'! You're a doctor, for Christ's sake, and you claim to have all this amazing sexual technology! So use it! Sort the problem! Yourselves!!"
etc.
Daphne slouched back into her seat, but did not waste much time sulking, as her mind was too full of her unexpected encounter with Dr Gaia the previous weekend: "No," Daphne had insisted, "I am not leaving Lucy here to come back with you to the future! You sent me back here, and it was Lucy's foresight that allowed that to happen. We will not be parted!"
Al telaio tesserà lino e duolo pel lenzuolo che la coprirà... -- "To shroud herself shall she weave woe and linen at the loom," sang the chorus of gold miners on stage -- dressed, of course, in Ku Klux Klan outfits which they kept tripping over, much to Henke's annoyance.
"What we didn't realise, Daphne," Gaia had replied, "is that sending you back changed the course of the sexual history of mankind. It's one thing for women to want cocks. But now they're demanding multiple tits, or retractable dicks like the Vrdmlians. And men are wanting two or three cocks -- or both cocks and cunts, or expanded arseholes, so as to take all these huge ten-inch dicks we keep providing their wives with. And because Lucy has now learnt about this technology from you, and can research it at her Institute, all this demand has developed two hundred years earlier than we expected it to!"
Il mio cane dopo tanto mi ravviserà? -- "Will my dog recognise me after so long?" sang the chorus of miners, whilst bending over and miming buggering each other doggy-style through their KKK costumes. Henke smiled contentedly -- though Daphne could not tell whether this was mere directorly satisfaction, or because the mediocre but buxom mezzo-soprano, Bambi by name, whom he had cast as the squaw Wowkle, was now crouched at his feet, headdress feathers waving just above the level of his table as she slid her fulsome spit-lubricated tits up and down around his rather small penis. Daphne scoffed, but returned to brooding over the conversation with Dr Gaia.
"Oh, for goodness' sake, Doctor!" Daphne had responded. "This is ridiculous! You can't expect me to abandon my wife now, and let you take me away just because of your bullshit story about a 'crisis of demography'! You're a doctor, for Christ's sake, and you claim to have all this amazing sexual technology! So use it! Sort the problem! Yourselves!!"
etc.