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This story was written for Yui_olp as part of their Patreon rewards for August. It contains M/Solo sexual acts involving a consenting adult male and supernaturally lewd content. :3

On the Hour, Every Hour

5.57pm

"Hey, man... can you uh... c-can you just let me off right here?"

The bus driver turned his head towards the rabbit, frowning for a moment before looking at the genuinely anxious, frustrated look upon the other man's face and sighing.

"Sorry, but I could lose my job if I do that. It's not safe. I know this isn't ideal, but please, Sir, just sit back down. I'll get you to the next stop as soon as I can, once this clears up."

The wolf gestured ahead of himself, through the bus's broad, clear front window and out across the rows of gridlocked cars stretching off into the distance. Just like the passengers he still didn't know what had caused this huge and sudden traffic jam, an accident somewhere up ahead, a failure of traffic signals on one of the turn-offs that led back into the city from the bypass, something else. It really didn't matter though, for whatever the reason the outcome was the same. The normally fifteen minute express bus route that ran regularly between the out of town shopping centre and the city centre itself had been on this single stretch of road for almost forty-five minutes, and they were still nowhere remotely close to being free from the chaos of honking horns and juddering, rumbling engines moving in only the most undefinable, brief and pathetically lacklustre bursts.

For many of the bus's passengers, this was a frustration. For some it was an outright inconvenience, people scrambling to get in touch with childcare, with family members who were meant to be preparing dinner or with friends and lovers who might well have been expecting to be met somewhere for a pleasant Friday evening. For Robbie however, the situation was more dire. It was 5.57, now well on its way to 5.58, and he had something to do at 6pm. Something which he could not put off. Something which he could not help but do at exactly that time, no matter where he was or who else was around him at the time. Thus, he had tried the only thing he could think to do. He wasn't willing to force his way off the bus, that would only cause more trouble than even his approaching situation, but he had to have at least tried to find a way off.

He stared out through the closed doors, peering longingly through several further lanes of traffic to the grass verge at the roadside and the bushes, the trees beyond it. Even now he wished he could get over there, he wished he could get free from here and all the prying eyes no doubt still staring at him as they wondered what he was asking the driver. But it was impossible, and as the rather old and worn digital watch upon Robbie's wrist beeped to indicate two minutes to the hour, the black and white speckled rabbit smiled ruefully at the driver in accepting understanding and began to walk back to his seat.

5.58pm

Robbie settled in his seat, trembling as he looked to his left across the aisle and saw a woman in a pant-suit urgently typing away on her phone, glancing up briefly to meet his gaze with a frustrated half smile. He knew her not by name, but by having seen her many a time on this bus journey. Indeed many of the figures upon the bus today were familiar, others who worked at the same shopping complex as himself. People from the movie theatre where he worked, from restaurants, clothing stores and a dozen of the other retail outlets on the premises. But even though he had been working there for several years now, and even though he had been stricken with his particular condition that whole while, none of them knew. None of them had ever been given reason to know. Indeed of all the people in Robbie's life, only a handful knew of his situation and even then most of them were close friends or lovers. The only person with whom he was not intimately close who knew of the rabbit's condition was his boss, and either fortunately or unfortunately, Robbie wasn't quite sure which, she wasn't here to know what the rabbit was about to face in just over a minute.

Taking a deep breath and letting his hands come to rest upon his lap, Robbie tried not to panic. Not to freak out. He knew there was nothing he could do to stop what was going to happen, nothing he could do to change or delay it. God knows in the past he'd tried, before he had simply accepted, even embraced his unique ability. But then, just as if he'd tried it now, it would have been both utterly senseless and useless. He couldn't stop it. He couldn't hold it back for even a fraction of a second. Short of stopping time itself from ticking ever onward, it was going to happen. Right here, on this bus, surrounded by people who recognised his face.

It was going to happen in precisely one minute.

5.59pm.

Once again his watch beeped.

A feeling began to spread through Robbie's body, from the tips of his ears to the curling ends of his toes. A sensation that was both intimately familiar to the bunny, yet one which he could not ever conceive of growing accustomed to despite feeling it no fewer than twenty four times each and every day. He felt his heart-rate quicken, his breath picking up pace alongside the rapid thumping of his heart in his chest. He seemed to become hyper-aware of everything going on around him, the discussions and angry murmurs of frustration and fingers clicking upon phone screens and eyes glancing around bored and weary, occasionally falling upon him and the empty seat beside him. Robbie shuffled slightly, facing more towards the window, tilting his body away from the midst of the bus and the prying eyes upon it. He stifled a moan, biting down upon his bottom lip hard to quell that oh so pleasant anticipatory gasp he had been all too ready to let slip. While able to hold that back though, he wasn't able to stop certain other effects from making themselves known.

"O-oh... god..."

His hands remained in his lap as he felt himself getting hard, something he had come to relish in the minute leading up to the act itself, but which now filled him with a growing dread the likes of which he hadn't experienced for many years. He recalled now how much at one point in his life this feeling had terrified him, the absolute lack of control over his own feelings and his own desires something that had taken him a lot of time and careful introspection, not to mention help from others, to grow accustomed to.

Quaking in his seat and shuffling around yet further still as though trying to convince himself that he could hide what was coming from all those present so close by, Robbie stared out of the bus window. He tried to take his mind off things as his cock throbbed, straining urgently against his dark slacks, twitching in anticipation as his body readied itself for what was sure to come. The rabbit raised his wrist one last time and peered at his watch, groaning under his ragged breath as he saw the seconds flickering by on the screen. Twenty to go until it was six o'clock. Nineteen. Eighteen.

He looked urgently towards the bus door once again, wondering for a moment if he could possibly make it to the door, brute force it open and get all the way to the bushes in the remaining... god... thirteen seconds. Twelve. Eleven. Ten.

Why was this happening?!

Eight. Seven.

Why the hell was he stuck here? Why couldn't the tailback have started earlier so that he could have heard about it and made other plans?

Four. Three.

Oh god. It was going to happen.

Two.

No denying it. No hiding from it.

One.

He wanted to be angry with himself. With the world. But in that moment, as his watch beeped one last time to signal the arrival not just of the hour, but of the hourly condition which afflicted the bunny without exception, all anger fell away. All frustration, all fear, all feelings except one.

Joy.

Intense, overwhelming, sweet, uncontainable joy.

He couldn't help it. No matter how hard he tried to be scared, or how much he wanted to be ashamed... god, he loved what his body did to him every hour, on the hour.

6.00pm

A glazed, distant expression spread across Robbie's face as it happened. As his cock began to jump, to jerk and twitch violently within his slacks, and to launch forth thick, copious streaks of hot, fresh cum. Five seconds ago this had been the rabbit's idea of hell, now it was heaven. He was filling his trousers and underwear with cum in public, surrounded by people who knew his face and his place of employment, people with whom he commuted back from work each and every day, and right now he did not care in the slightest. It didn't take long for the front of his slacks to glisten as cum began to soak through the fabric, the fact he had cum just like this at five o'clock, and at four, and at three and two and one and midday and every hour on the hour for more than five years doing nothing to diminish the volume of seed which poured forth. In fact the volume just kept on increasing as the seconds dragged blissfully by, the wet patch growing until the male's trousers were so saturated upon the crotch that spurts of seed began to rise up and lash out across his thighs, the sodden fabric now providing almost no barrier whatsoever to the cum's continued outpouring.

Driven by sanity and rational thought no longer, consumed by the pleasure surging through him, Robbie's fingers began to tease open the buckle of his belt as he moaned loudly, eyes heavy lidded and jaw slack. He gave a louder cry as he plucked his cock free from its sticky prison, wrapping a trembling hand around its length and beginning to pump it feverishly to make up for those precious seconds he had missed. A giddy gurgle escaped his lips as a wave of cum lashed out across his chest and hit the base of his chin, the bunny tilting his body back slightly in the seat so that he could hit himself square in the face, murmuring in bliss as he tasted his rich, sweet and salty seed upon his lips.

The first post-work orgasm of the day was always special to Robbie, a chance for him to indulge what for eight or nine hours he had been forced to restrict. While at work all he could do was slip off to the restroom each hour in lieu of a proper lunch break, straddling the lavatory within the disabled access staff bathroom and draining himself of every drop in a more ordered, mechanical fashion before heading right back to work once it was over. Normally right now he would have been at home, either lying in the empty bathtub or standing in the shower, just as he was now endeavouring to get himself as sticky, as messy and as satisfied as possible before it was over. Sure, he came like this twenty four times a day guaranteed, but that didn't mean that while it was happening Robbie wasn't almost constantly wishing it could go on and on and on, lasting longer, feeling better, never ceasing for an instant.

For a minute, not fifty-nine seconds and not for sixty-one, the rabbit came. The rabbit let loose a near constant flood of hot and undiminished thick white cum amidst gasps, moans and wails of abject ecstasy, before being suddenly and unceremoniously returned to the real world at the conclusion of that euphoric sixtieth of an hour.

6:01pm

Then it was over.

Robbie grunted softly, wearily, happily. He tilted his head back against the chair behind him, allowing his hands to fall limp at his sides as his tongue flicked out across his lips, tasting multiple streaks of seed that had fallen across his face. Either side of him, all around him in fact, the bus' interior glistened with the impossible volumes of cum that Robbie had let loose to paint it. Thick strands drooled down the window, and as his cock began to soften he felt warm, gooey droplets landing upon his softening member from the ceiling above.

God, that had felt good. So good that in those lingering moments of post-orgasmic rapture Robbie didn't care where he was. So good that he didn't care that the whole bus' population was staring, that he was sitting there with his crotch exposed and his own cum dripping off the seat in which he rested, the walls, the ceiling, and indeed in copious quantities from his own happily quivering body.

He wasn't worried. He wasn't scared. He wasn't embarrassed. All he was right then was satisfied... and perhaps a little bit eager too; already feeling his internal clock starting up again, beginning the countdown to his next situation.

After all, seven o'clock was still fifty-eight minutes long minutes away, and as far as Robbie's body was concerned the next hour couldn't come soon enough.

6:02pm.

By Jeeves

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