Ever since his graduation and draft into the NHL, Paul spent nearly all of his free time at the gym or on the ice. His competitive spirit and desire for fame wouldn’t allow him to settle for anything but as close to perfection as possible. The ursine’s strength and endurance had grown since his days playing D1. Constant practice and striving to prove himself caused Paul to neglect some of his other desires, but that had quickly been addressed thanks to his closest friend.
A few weeks previous, Paul’s avian friend had torn open a permanent portal to a place where he could both relieve himself of all the building stress, as well as continue to improve his skills. The planet was nearly identical to the one he lived on, although he was not sure what differences there were to observe. Quinn had apparently been tinkering on the handy little device the pair had used countless times to enjoy a rampage together and found a way to adjust the scale of whatever went through the portal and shrink back down coming back. The bear had been delighted to find himself standing a few miles tall on the other side, easily looming over even the tallest skyscrapers.
Back before he had ever been on the ice, Paul had fallen in love with street hockey. It had been something he had occasionally played again during his time in college when he was not partying or on the ice with his team. He enjoyed the change of pace and found the planet he had been gifted was the perfect spot to have a bit of fun on. The one downside was that the roller skates he had been hoping to use had proved cumbersome due to the wheels sinking too deep into the planet’s crust. Paul settled on simply wearing his normal sneakers and found the experience just as nice has he remembered.
He had visited the planet about half a dozen times so far, making sure to not break his toy so soon. He limited himself to a half hour of play each visit so that he would not have to worry about needing a new one for at least a few months. Paul mostly just practiced the usual stick handling and movements that played out differently from on the ice. He had very quickly regained some of his dulled skills at the expense of a few dozen million lives. A small price to pay for his entertainment.
Many cities had found their end beneath the wide rubber soles of the ursine’s skate shoes. Even for a bear he had relatively large feet, and that spelled disaster for the helpless people who were now owned by the professional hockey player. The padded-up bear would laugh or taunt them as he stomped through their metropolises, batting around the ball he used for street hockey with his stick. His improving skill caused the death toll to spike exponentially. He would be able to quickly catch up with the ball due to his massive strides and would cut through the air with his stick, sending destructive gusts of wind shooting through the already devasted cities.
Occasionally Paul would come with another person from his team who he had let in on his secret and that would usually bring an end to at least one entire country within a half hour. As a further display of dominance, he would purposely smash through blocks of city with the unforgiving blade of his hockey stick just to blast dozens of skyscrapers into pebbles. The lustful bear took immense pleasure in overpowering countless microscopic people and would sport a clear erection throughout most of his practice.
The instant Paul had stepped through the portal, the pandemonium began. He had given them only a few days to attempt to recover from the destruction of over 20 major cities and would be doing much more scarring of the planet today. His massive sneakers thundered towards the nearest untouched region while he shamelessly gave his bulge a firm squeeze. A smirk spread across his handsome face as his eyes scanned the ground, one yellow, one blue. “I saw some of you pests tried going through my portal back to my place. Heh. Had to vacuum the carpet around it. C’mon and give me a challenge this time!”
With a chuckle, Paul dropped the ball directly onto the city and flattened thousands of screaming innocents beneath it and sent a shockwave outwards that reduced everything within a half mile into rubble. The massive hockey stick then lowered while the screaming grew louder and more frantic. The bear’s bulge began to swell as he listened to them pleading him to stop. The military had been ready for him, but that only meant that hundreds of tiny jets and helicopters were swarming around him like flies. The pitiful resistance amused him almost as much as their fear. To him, the military was the weakest opposing team he had ever faced.
Knowing that they’d do whatever they could to stop him, Paul stomped forwards and growled as his gray rubber sole squished a stadium flat. The structure had been used for shelter for those who had survived his last visit and were now homeless. The packed stadium popped like a grape, reducing over 100,000 people into scarlet splotches beneath his foot. Paul licked his lips and shifted his weight, watching as missiles exploded against his gloved handpaws and shin guards. He didn’t feel a thing and simply passed the ball back and forth to himself to cause mass destruction in the first of many cities he would demolish before he went back home.
His eyes flashed towards the nearest squadron of aircraft and he openly taunted them with a chortle. “Gotta do better than that, runts!” He snarled, lifting the blade of his stick upwards and giving it a very gentle flick to send a massive rush of wind through the jets. Many of them spiraled to the ground and exploded due to the intense winds blowing up their engines. The sirens began to blare all around as Paul progressed forward, smirking devilishly as he felt the city crumble beneath his shoes like the finest gravel. He had to resist the urge to drop his stick and simply take care of the now stiff bulge in his pants. Another deep growl let those still alive know that the ursine had no intentions of leaving anytime soon. Perhaps Quinn would have to give him another planet sooner than expected….
Another amazing piece from sixsydes Starring Paul. Hey, even pro athletes need their practice- maybe moreso~
A few weeks previous, Paul’s avian friend had torn open a permanent portal to a place where he could both relieve himself of all the building stress, as well as continue to improve his skills. The planet was nearly identical to the one he lived on, although he was not sure what differences there were to observe. Quinn had apparently been tinkering on the handy little device the pair had used countless times to enjoy a rampage together and found a way to adjust the scale of whatever went through the portal and shrink back down coming back. The bear had been delighted to find himself standing a few miles tall on the other side, easily looming over even the tallest skyscrapers.
Back before he had ever been on the ice, Paul had fallen in love with street hockey. It had been something he had occasionally played again during his time in college when he was not partying or on the ice with his team. He enjoyed the change of pace and found the planet he had been gifted was the perfect spot to have a bit of fun on. The one downside was that the roller skates he had been hoping to use had proved cumbersome due to the wheels sinking too deep into the planet’s crust. Paul settled on simply wearing his normal sneakers and found the experience just as nice has he remembered.
He had visited the planet about half a dozen times so far, making sure to not break his toy so soon. He limited himself to a half hour of play each visit so that he would not have to worry about needing a new one for at least a few months. Paul mostly just practiced the usual stick handling and movements that played out differently from on the ice. He had very quickly regained some of his dulled skills at the expense of a few dozen million lives. A small price to pay for his entertainment.
Many cities had found their end beneath the wide rubber soles of the ursine’s skate shoes. Even for a bear he had relatively large feet, and that spelled disaster for the helpless people who were now owned by the professional hockey player. The padded-up bear would laugh or taunt them as he stomped through their metropolises, batting around the ball he used for street hockey with his stick. His improving skill caused the death toll to spike exponentially. He would be able to quickly catch up with the ball due to his massive strides and would cut through the air with his stick, sending destructive gusts of wind shooting through the already devasted cities.
Occasionally Paul would come with another person from his team who he had let in on his secret and that would usually bring an end to at least one entire country within a half hour. As a further display of dominance, he would purposely smash through blocks of city with the unforgiving blade of his hockey stick just to blast dozens of skyscrapers into pebbles. The lustful bear took immense pleasure in overpowering countless microscopic people and would sport a clear erection throughout most of his practice.
The instant Paul had stepped through the portal, the pandemonium began. He had given them only a few days to attempt to recover from the destruction of over 20 major cities and would be doing much more scarring of the planet today. His massive sneakers thundered towards the nearest untouched region while he shamelessly gave his bulge a firm squeeze. A smirk spread across his handsome face as his eyes scanned the ground, one yellow, one blue. “I saw some of you pests tried going through my portal back to my place. Heh. Had to vacuum the carpet around it. C’mon and give me a challenge this time!”
With a chuckle, Paul dropped the ball directly onto the city and flattened thousands of screaming innocents beneath it and sent a shockwave outwards that reduced everything within a half mile into rubble. The massive hockey stick then lowered while the screaming grew louder and more frantic. The bear’s bulge began to swell as he listened to them pleading him to stop. The military had been ready for him, but that only meant that hundreds of tiny jets and helicopters were swarming around him like flies. The pitiful resistance amused him almost as much as their fear. To him, the military was the weakest opposing team he had ever faced.
Knowing that they’d do whatever they could to stop him, Paul stomped forwards and growled as his gray rubber sole squished a stadium flat. The structure had been used for shelter for those who had survived his last visit and were now homeless. The packed stadium popped like a grape, reducing over 100,000 people into scarlet splotches beneath his foot. Paul licked his lips and shifted his weight, watching as missiles exploded against his gloved handpaws and shin guards. He didn’t feel a thing and simply passed the ball back and forth to himself to cause mass destruction in the first of many cities he would demolish before he went back home.
His eyes flashed towards the nearest squadron of aircraft and he openly taunted them with a chortle. “Gotta do better than that, runts!” He snarled, lifting the blade of his stick upwards and giving it a very gentle flick to send a massive rush of wind through the jets. Many of them spiraled to the ground and exploded due to the intense winds blowing up their engines. The sirens began to blare all around as Paul progressed forward, smirking devilishly as he felt the city crumble beneath his shoes like the finest gravel. He had to resist the urge to drop his stick and simply take care of the now stiff bulge in his pants. Another deep growl let those still alive know that the ursine had no intentions of leaving anytime soon. Perhaps Quinn would have to give him another planet sooner than expected….
Another amazing piece from sixsydes Starring Paul. Hey, even pro athletes need their practice- maybe moreso~
Category All / Macro / Micro
Species Bear (Other)
Gender Male
Size 4000 x 4000px
The casual cruelty of your giants is absolutely stunning ♥
Heh, love this! Wonder if the Stanely Cup practice sessions will wipe out whole continents in one go?
Will you ever make a sequel to this story? It's been over a month but I still keep coming back to this, it's so incredibly hot. Anything with Paul basically. 🔥🔥
Love your works!
Love your works!
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