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Halloween Omega Delta YCH Contest! (Patreon)

Published:
2024-10-02 04:34:44
Edited:
2024-10-16 15:20:07
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2026-06
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Hello’s everyone! Happy spooky month!

New YCH contest, please read the Omega Delta Underdogs’ contest rules, and have fun!!!

—————————————UPDATE—————————-

THANK YOU ALL FOR PARTICIPATING!!!!

I KNOW I SAID RESULTS WERE GONNA BE AVAILABLE TILL THE 18 BUT IM GONNA ANNOUNCE THE WINNERS LATER TODAY!!!

 STAY TUNED!!!

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Davian Acre

I've been waiting for this one again! Me and the boys have always had a thing for….I MEAN, wanted to pull a fast one on old man Wiggelton and his invisible "dog". Like who has a “beware of dog” sign and no dogs?! So we thought to show him what a real dawg does, so we dug up huge holes in his yard and hit the sides with mud pies. But the old man caught us and well…..he has a new rottie on a leash to spank into submission and help clean up the side of his house and put down new dirt and sod.

RJ

The pledges devised a dangerous prank; they planned to turn the old man’s dog loose on the town. They assumed it was a large and scary-looking beast, and forcing Mr. Wiggleton to spend the holiday chasing it sounded like the perfect opportunity for more mischief. Armed with dog treats and a flashlight, the trio vaulted the fence, their fall cushioned by bushes planted on the inside. They rose to their feet, and found… nothing. No dog, no beast, not even a cat. The only sign of a pet was three food dishes in the grass. Looking closer, shining their light, they were shocked to see their names written on the bowls. Brand new. Hearts pounding, they turned to leave, but the fence was locked from this side, and the bushes kept them from climbing over. “Too late, pups,” a voice came from the house. The three pledges turned, and saw the silhouette of Mr. Wiggleton standing in the frame of the backdoor. All they could make out was the glint in his eye, and the leashes in his hand. “Now I get to let loose. And you even brought your own treats.”

Raygun Draygun

Rules were simple: three bitches, three pumpkins. Each pledge retrieves one of Mr. Wiggleton’s Jack-o-lanterns off his front porch. Bring it back to the frat with the candle still lit. It was clear this was suspiciously easy. As we neared the house we saw a large sign reading “BEWARE OF DOG”. That revealed the true challenge: don’t get dog-bit. We quietly rushed to grab our pumpkins. Some leaves rustled and we all paused, but no barking. Seemed we were in the clear. Turning to leave, we stopped in our tracks at the sight of a small dog-man smiling kindly at us on the lawn. “That’s not very nice, boys”, he said. A pang of guilt hit, like I’d just disappointed a beloved mentor. We returned the pumpkins to the porch and followed as he beckoned us to the steps. He stood above us, wearing nothing but a necklace and an… Omega Delta jacket?! “Doesn’t seem right to pull a prank on the one who wrote the rule book! Let’s see if you can be good boys and make it up to daddy…” Inexplicably, very positive memories of werewolf movies echoed in my mind, making me feel warm and fuzzy.

Kit Ulf

I figured it was gonna be a classic prank, ya know? Like toilet paper. But when we were handed three shoe boxes full of free condoms, I knew this wasn’t gonna be regular prank. Like ninjas we sneaked onto his property. Armed with our prophylactics, we struck. We slipped them over fence posts, those decorative little knobs on the end of the handrails, hell, any relatively phallic shaped thing we could find. Satisfied with their work, the other guys wanted to go, but I said not yet. I was gonna put one right over the doorknob. Quietly, I sneaked up to the door, and grabbed the wrapper with my teeth. I was ready to rip the package open, when the doorknob turned. Standing in the doorway was a little corgi man. Wearing an Omega Delta jacket, and not much else, looking around at our handy work. A sly grin grew across his face. “Nice trick, Let me teach you boys some new ones, like sit, and beg.” He gestured with his hands and I felt my body changing. When we woke up the next morning, we were all naked in his bed; certified, satisfied, good boys. Best Halloween Ever.

Wonko Bonko

Oooh fun! The pledges knew this Mr.Wiggleton guy was a bit of a sex freak, I mean we see all kinds of dudes going in and out of his house all the time! So, seeing as he put a bunch of jack-o-lanterns out, why not make that a little more plain for anyone coming by! So, we bought a bunch of whipped cream, lube, pretty much anything that was white and kinda runny, and headed out to make it look like he’d fucked his pumpkins! Cut to later that night, everything is going great! We managed to get most of the pumpkins, even drew some stuff on them so they look more like they just had sex, when suddenly, we hear the door open, Mr.Wiggleton spotted us! He looked around and clicked his tongue at us, but had a smile on his face, not looking mad at all! “If you pups wanted to show me off to people, you could’ve just come knocking!” And suddenly, I start to realize…”whoa, never realized how hot this dude was…” as the three of us started going towards him, unbuckling his pants to get to his dick. Guess we’re gonna look like the pumpkins before the night is done!

Yoked Coder

Panty Raid. A fraternity classic. Or, in this case, an underwear snatch-and-grab. The prank was SUPPOSED to be simple. A pledge would ring the doorbell; we would all bolt to the other side of the Wiggleston house and climb through his bedroom window before snagging up his most prized derriere snugglers and BOLT before he suspected a thing. How were WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW the man had the nose of a hound?! Before we were even halfway through relishing finding his briefs he had already sniffed us out. Hearing a noise at the doorway, I only had a moment to look up before a freshly worn set of underwear was flung at my face by a very pleased, now bottomless, Mr. Wigglton wearing only our frats letterman jacket no less. "If you were looking to see me bottomless pup, all you had to do was ask." We were busted. The night transitioned from yelps from having been caught to howls bellowing into the night. By the end of it we were all a panting sweaty mess piled up in Richard's bed. At least I got to keep his underwear, SCORE!

yuli

I have always fantasised about mr. wiggleton, his house has warning of dog, smell of dog, bark of dog, even pawprints of dog, but not a single ever sopt a dog moving around. So I plan to prank on him, sneak into his house and see what's in there. That night I have my fellow blow some firecrackers to draw his attention as i jump over the fence and sneak into the house, upon entering, i see a bottle of milk on the floor, I drink it as a trophy, it is musky and a little sticky and make me warm from inside out. My clothes dropped before i realise and i begin to pant, as i am about to sneak further in, a big paw hold my shoulder and i hear a deep rumble 'what a thirsty pup, looking for daddy's milk?' i turn around and face with glowing ruby eyes, before i form a word, my head is grabbed and a huge dick shovel into my mouth, it taste musky, just like the milk, instinctly i begin sucking and worshipping the male in front of me, fur begin spurting as i become daddy's good boy, woof!

GBG

The Omega Delta frat brothers had been itching for a chance to prank Mr. Wiggleton, their notoriously stern neighbor. As April Fools' Day approached, they hatched a plan that combined mischief and creativity. The night before, they filled his living room with balloons—hundreds of them, in every color imaginable. They carefully sealed the door and left a cheeky note: “Welcome to the land of biology! Don’t pop too many!” When Mr. Wiggleton arrived the next morning, he was met with a surreal sight. As he opened the door, a cascade of balloons tumbled out, filling the hallway and causing startled students to burst into laughter. Mr. Wiggleton, initially taken aback, quickly composed himself. Instead of getting angry, he started chuckling, appreciating the effort and creativity behind the prank. He even joined in on the fun, popping a few balloons with a pencil, revealing silly messages inside that the frat bros had hidden. The neighborhood atmosphere shifted from tense to playful, and Mr. Wiggleton declared, “Alright, Omega Delta, you’ve got my attention! Just remember, I’ll get you back!” The prank fostered camaraderie, making it a memorable day for all concerned.

Crimson Hero91

We figured our last trial as pledges would be hard but we never planned for an intruder to be among us. It was a simple task. Prank the Wiggleton house. Our plan was to split the three of us up. Ryan and Omar will climb the fence in the back while I distract Wiggletom in the front. Ryan's job was to find the bedroom and fill his pillow with whipped cream. While Omar went to the kitchen to hide his coffee supply. We had no idea the Master was one step ahead of us. Master was warned days in advance. Once Ryan arrived at the bedroom he was locked inside. Using the skeleton key master lent him, Omar had sealed our fates. By the time I realized something was wrong it was too late. I was alone with the master with nowhere to run. I became a bernese bound in rope under Mr. Wiggletons paws, Ryan, a St. Bernard, collared to his new master’s bed frame and panting at my side. Omar's loyalty was rewarded in a new form, a Anatolian Shepherd Dog who had been tenderly cared for by master before falling asleep in his embrace.

Blabel

Pranking old man Wiggleton wouldn’t be so hard. The guy has no security. Must think that “beware of dog sign” would scare away any would-be criminals… despite total lack of dog! So sneaking in was easy, I simply waited for him to leave and hopped over the fence with my backpack full of speakers. I moved quick, hiding a few in every room: cabinets, drawers, air vents. There was some old omega delta memorabilia but I didn’t think much of it. Mission complete, I waited in his bushes, excited to see his face when I blasted moaning at max volume. But then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see a stern Mr. Wiggleton staring me down. “Come now, that’s no way to treat an old brother!” It felt like his voice came from everywhere! I tucked my tail (…wait, what?) between my legs. “Sorry, sir. I—“ His face softened and he interrupted me like I never said anything. “It was a good effort though boy.” My heart filled with indescribable warmth. He continued, “A hard-working young man like you would benefit from a good rolemodel.” He led me inside his house, our twin Corgi tails wagging.