Hometown Hero (WWE, Futa/Male) and Poll

Story by archer15

Most of my writing is fanfiction and, generally, the easiest way to do that is in the third person (it certainly isn't essential, but i find it more natural). However, I've been kicking around some original works for awhile (kicking around means starting, writing half a chapter, then coming up with a new idea and ditching the project). One of the main reasons I keep switching back and forth is I can't decide whether to write in the first or third person as a better approach.

So here is a simple poll to resolve that. Note I'm asking in the context of stories that revolve around a single male character being on the receiving end of futa sex. For those who like stories like that, do you find it better when it is told in the first person (the girl grabbed me, I was surprised by her strength, but more surprised when she bent me over the counter) or third (the futa grabbed him, he was surprised by her strength, but not as surprised as when he felt himself being bent over the counter).

I know that some stories demand a certain perspective. I'm not asking what is the be all end all approach, I'm just asking in general do you prefer the main character to be portrayed as "I" or "he".

That said, here's a little short story in the first person. It is futa/male with some humiliation (not as much as in some people's stories, more than would normally be in mine). It is set in the WWE with an original character, wrestling is "real", and no description is given to how futa's exist.

I have no plans to write a WWE story, though this story ends on a note like it would continue. I have an idea for a story, but not sure if there is any real interest in professional wrestling (which I'm also not really knowledgable about as I haven't followed it in quite some time).

Hometown Hero It was supposed to be my big chance. The WWE was in town, I was a star wrestler just out of high-school, and I managed to get a match on the undercard. Not many people would see it, but a win would be the start of a career. I wasn't going to be facing anyone special, just a midcarder. I had seen him wrestle on TV and thought 'I can do better than that'.

I knew I wasn't the first person to be put in a situation like this. I knew the WWE liked to pick up the best wrestler in town, the Hometown Hero, and have one of their pros absolutly crush the amateur. I wasn't worried. I was different. It was my time to become a star.

It didn't go the way I anticipated. I lost. I don't even have the honor of saying that I put up a great fight. I lasted eighty four seconds and didn't get a single blow in. My opponent was one of those gigantic body builder types and he easily tossed me around the ring. I thought I'd be faster than him, he had seemed slow on TV, but he was so quick I didn't even get to attempt a move. It felt like one second I was outlining strategy, the next I was hearing the referee count to three as my whole body ached with pain.

The wrestler quickly left the ring and I saw two women head down the ramp. Trish Stratus and Lita. I had seen both of them wrestle before and had many fantasies about them. When I had been dreaming of a career in the company I had even thought about how wonderful it would be to get one of them as my 'manager'. Of course, I never limited myself in such dreams to our relationship just being a business venture.

Trish helped me to my feet. My eyes instantly went to her incredible tits, but she didn't seem bothered that my head was lolling inches away from her amazing boobs. She reassured me that I had put on an impressive performance. It was a pretty big jump for my male ego. Maybe everything wasn't so bad. Maybe I just needed to get used to the professional wrestling world. With these two women helping me that would happen really quickly.

That good feeling lasted until Trish threw a kick straight to my head. I stumbled back, Lita grabbed me, and DDTed me on the canvas. I managed to roll onto my back, but I couldn't even manage to get up. The blows from the two divas were just as painful as anything that had just been dished out.

I saw Lita and Trish passionately kiss each other. That didn't even get a reaction out of me, though the crowd cheered their approval. Trish grabbed my shorts and pulled them down, leaving me naked. I barely even put up a struggle as the crowd laughed. I didn't do anything until the two girls pulled their pants down and large cocks flopped out.

I had no ideas that the WWE women were sporting dicks. I'd heard rumors to that effect, but never believed them. How they kept it a secret I don't know. I'd seen them both appear in tight clothing before and their cocks went down to mid thigh. There were people in the audience who seemed excited to witness my imminent rape, but they certainly didn't find it surprising.

I only worried about the mystery for a few seconds before my focus went to what was a a

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