A/N: Hey guys, what's up it's Aaron. This is the first fanfic I've posted under this name, so I hope you enjoy it. There will definitely be more to this. It started out as a one-shot because I realized that there is little to no Flash omorashi fanfiction out there, so I wrote one. But now I kinda like where it's heading and ideas started forming, so I hope you enjoy what I have so far, and if you do, I'll keep posting more! :)


Running faster than the speed of sound is really difficult when your bladder is about to burst. Unfortunately, there's no rest for the righteous, apparently, and they don't have much luck either, because the one day I decide against using the bathroom in the morning happens to be same the same day that Iron Heights decides to have a prison break. Why can't I catch a break?

I'd been running all around Central City, collecting prisoners and dropping them off back at the prison all day. It started out as no big deal; there was a slight tingle in my lower body, but nothing I couldn't handle. Two hours and 37 prisoners later, I was about to burst. I couldn't have had that much to drink, could I? Then again, with all this running, my metabolism must be running overdrive, and that probably produced a LOT of pee.

I had managed to get all the non-meta prisoners back into their cells, but now I had bigger things to worry about. The Rogues. Of course they had been the ones behind it, and now they were roaming the city, wreaking havoc all over the place. Ungh. My bladder could not handle much more of this.

I heard screams coming from the west part of town. No doubt that was where the Rogues had gone. Faster than a speeding bullet, I was there, and sure enough, so were they.

Captain Cold was freezing everything in sight, from Fire Hydrants to lamp posts to police guns, and Heat Wave was having a blast melting everything Cold froze, sending torrents of rushing water to flood the streets, knocking the police off their feet. Of course, it had to be rushing water.

"Hey, guys," I shouted to them, crossing my legs and wobbling a little bit. "Can you, uh, cool it? Wait, bad pun. Sorry, I'm not at the top of my game today."

Cold froze one last fire hydrant to the point that it burst and erupted into a geyser of cold, clear water. It's like the universe was taunting me. "Well, look who we have here, fellas. It's our old pal The Flash."

"Looks like somethin's up with him, though," said Trickster, donning his signature shoes that allowed his walk on air. "He looks kinda fidgety."

Well, excuuuse me. I'd like to see you do any better than I am after holding in your piss for so long, and fighting villains. I did my best not to grab my crotch, though it sapped nearly all my strength to do so. "Okay, look," I said. "You guys are reasonable villains. We've worked together to fight a common enemy before. What do you say we just...live and let live for now? Head on back to Iron Heights and I'll turn a blind eye?"

You can tell I was starting to get desperate if I was trying to negotiate with the Rogues.

Captain Cold snickered. "What's got you in such a hurry, Flash? Gotta go somewhere?"

Oh I had to go alright.

"Haha, look at how he's squirmin'!" Trickster sneered. "He looks like he's gotta pee or somethin'."

"You always think people gotta pee, Axel," Heat Wave said. "Stop forcing your weird fetish onto us."

"No, Trickster might actually be right this time, Mick," said Cold. "He's crossing his legs, and his right hand keeps twitching close to his crotch. I think our speedsters gotta take a leak."

"See, I was right!" Trickster laughed. "You guys don't give me enough credit!"

"Or maybe we've been giving you too much," Mick sneered.

"Perhaps we can use this to our advantage," Cold said as he pointed his cold gun directly at me and pulled the trigger.

I was fast enough to get away from the blast, only to be cut off by a blaze of fire from Heat Wave's gun. Screeching to a halt, I think I felt a little bit leak out. As soon as the flames had dissipated, I sped through and speed punched Trickster in the gut before he could react, sending him flying and crashing into a building. Heat Wave and Captain Cold teamed up, freezing the geyser from the fire hydrant, only to melt it and send a wave of water washing over me. I felt a strong jet leak out. "Shit!" I cursed under my breath, but managed to get it under control.

I knew I couldn't last much longer. I had to pee now. But there was no way I could let the Rogues run rampant around the town while I tried to find a bathroom, and there was no way I was going to let them see me piss myself. I had to come up with something, and fast. My bladder was quickly approaching Red Alert.

I scanned the block we were in for anything I could potentially use to beat the Rogues, but there was nothing salvageable. The Rogues had destroyed pretty much anything and everything within a 500 yard radius, so there was nothing I could use to subdue them. I know crossing Cold's gun with Heat's had worked for me in the past. Maybe it could work now, I just had to cross the streams. (Ahh, don't say streams!)

But before I could even move to get Cold's attention, I felt something tingling around my sides, a light sensation, barely there, but then it grew stronger. A laugh built up inside of me and before I could react, it bellowed out of me, and I gripped my sides trying to stop where the feeling was coming from. I looked down, and saw Trickster, grinning ear to ear and tickling my sides with a feather.

So, this is how it ends, not with a bang, but with a feather…

As Trickster continued to tickle me, moving the feather between my sides and chest and all around me as I flailed from side, I felt incapacitated, unable to do anything but writhe and laugh hysterically.

Then I felt it, an undeniable shift, as the floodgates collapsed, and a warm, wet sensation flooded my lower abdomen. Pee flooded out of me as blood flooded to my cheeks. It felt extremely wet and slippery inside my spandex suit, and a wet spot began to appear around my crotch, growing bigger with every passing second. I began to kick and flail more violently now, as I tried to kick the Trickster away from me and tried to regain control of my bladder. Neither attempts were very successful, but I eventually managed to get Trickster off of me. As the blood drained away from my face and I was finally able to blockade the floodgates, I began to notice the Rogues laughing hysterically. I felt myself begin to blush again, and took off running, trailing warm yellow liquid behind me.

As I ran, I couldn't help but notice the bloodflow begin to drain from my cheeks to something a bit...lower, and the thoughts of the Trickster that raced through my mind almost as fast as I raced home didn't really help matters. My lower area began to stretch my spandex to its limits, and I could almost see the jets of piss racing out of it as I ran. I couldn't believe I was actually enjoying this.

A couple blocks from home, I stopped. No one was around; probably locked themselves in their homes after word of the prison break spread. I ducked into a back alley and slipped my Flash suit back into the ring. Now, standing naked in a back alley near my house, I allowed myself to touch my hardening member. "Fuck," I muttered, as each tug sent chills up and down my spine. "I've never been this turned on before."

I felt the last few spurts of piss begging to be released from their cock prison, and I allowed it, arching a small stream that lasted only a few seconds, but still felt good. I caught the last few dribbles in my hand as I started to stroke myself again, and the warm watery liquid felt good against my bare skin.

I didn't have much time before somebody undoubtedly noticed a buck ass nude guy jerking off in a back alley. Luckily for me, or unlucky, depending on how you look at it, fast was my middle name.

With a few strokes at superspeed, and a few confusing images of the Trickster, I felt my knees grow weak and my hips buck forward as I blew my load on the side of the wall. Allowing myself a few moments to catch my breath and compose myself, I slipped on my Flash costume again and sped all the way home. I had some laundry to take care off.