[LEWD] This is super gay

	Lilygear Lake was quite the calm and relaxing place. Porkpatch, sitting down in a boat near one of the giant lilypads the lake was known for, closed his eyes, leaned back, and took in the sounds of nature.

	"Tch! You just wait until the boss hears about this. You'll be sorry, then!"

	The patchwork animatronic pig sighed and cracked open an eye to look at the scene in front of him. Three Colossals floated in front of him. Originally light-grey, they now all sported varying shades of blue and purple. As Porkpatch dispassionately looked on, the trio beat a hasty retreat into the murky depths.

	Porkpatch sighed and returned to what he was doing before he had been interrupted. He was taking a little vacation from the Pinwheel Funhouse, or more specifically from his older brother Bubba. Unfortunately, it was almost as bad here as it was there. The denizens of the lake kept attacking him, and every time he walloped them they'd all say the same thing. Empty threats of "The boss will make you pay!" and "You're gonna regret this!". What a bunch of delinquents. Idly, a finger came up to rub at the key hanging from his neck.

	Before Porkpatch could sink any further into his thoughts, the water around him began to roil. Great, another visitor. Biting back something his brother would have hit him for saying he stood up.

	What he wasn't expecting was who came up. "Seagoon? Is that you?"

	The blue cephalopod blinked back, black eyes staring. "Porkpatch? You're the one beating up my underlings?"

	"I feel sorry for you if those are your," Porkpatch made quotation marks with his hands, "'underlings'. I'm normally a laid back guy and they annoyed the bacon out of me."

	Seagoon scowled back at him, massive eyebrows furrowed in anger. "What're you even doing here, Porky? Shouldn't you be in the Funhouse?"

	The swine opposite him merely let out a long, tired exhale and sat back down. "I'm just trying to get some time away from Bubba. He's just so overbearing sometimes, you know?"

	Seagoon's expression softened. Purple tentacles left the water and wrapped around the boat as he climbed in. "Yeah, I know how older brothers can be."

	The two sat in silence for a few minutes before Porkpatch broke their introspection. "So, what's Supergoon been doing, then?"

	A tentacle came up and rubbed at Seagoon's face. "It's different for me. Supergoon's not overbearing, but I wish he was. He's just so aloof. It's that squidding button he guards, sometimes I think it's the only thing he cares about."

	Porkpatch turned to look at him sharply. He opened his mouth to berate his blue friend before closing it. Thinking for a moment, he decided to be a bit more delicate. "Don't be like that, Seagoon. Your brother loves you, we both know that. He just has a very important duty that he's in charge of. He's got his button and I've got my key, y'know? Besides, having an older brother that's always looming over you isn't all it's cracked up to be."

	"And being protective isn't a bad thing, either," rebuked Seagoon. "Everyone knows you're clumsy, man. Just one look at you'll tell anyone that. Your bro just wants to make sure you're alright." One of his tentacles slapped Porkpatch on the back then wrapped around him in a hug. "He's got you just like I've got my underlings."

	Porkpatch smiled slightly at that. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

	The two sat quietly after that. The boat softly creaked under them, rocking in the gentle waves of Lilygear Lake.

	The tentacle hugging Porkpatch suddenly squeezed him harder, the tip trailing down from from his shoulder to his chest. Porkpatch looked over at Seagoon, whose large eyebrows were wiggling suggestively.

	"You're incorrigible," said Porkpatch. Nevertheless, he reciprocated, bringing a patchwork palm up to Seagoon's head and affectionately rubbing the bumps there. Seagoon shuddered, his eyelids drooping.

	"I can't help it," began Seagoon, "You haven't visited the lake in a while. How am I supposed to hold myself back from porking you?"

	Porkpatch rolled his eyes heavily and then leaned in and kissed one of the bumps. His hand dragged down to the back of Seagoon's head to pull him closer. With his other hand the pig unexpectedly grasped a tentacle. Seagoon gasped, flushing a dark purple. Before he could pull himself together Porkpatch started to stroke him, up and down. The cephalopod brought his head forward and softly sunk his teeth into his friend, trying and failing to suppress the moan that was forced out of him.

	Removing his lips from the top of Seagoon's head, Porkpatch bent down until their foreheads were touching and looked deeply into his aquatic lover's eyes. With his free hand he gathered several more tentacles and held them tightly. Seeing Seagoon's eyes cloud over, he stroked them as well, gathering the rest with of the purple tentacles with the other hand and repeating the process.

	Seagoon shivered and closed his eyes, taking in the sensation. Porkpatch's movements were firm and sure. The heat of his hands contrasted heavily with his cold metal fingertips, and the soft skin of his hands combined with the roughness of his stitches to bring the octopus to new heights of pleasure.

	Up and down the animatronic's hands moved, wrists twisting and fingers massaging. Seagoon, fighting desperately against his release, opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Porkpatch's eyes, fogged with lust. Seeing those eyes, filled with an aching need, tipped him over the breaking point. He came with a groan, ink spilling over Porkpatch's hands.

	Seagoon took a moment to collect himself. "W-wow. That..." Here he gulped. "That was great."

	Porkpatch eyed his dripping fingers with interest. "This is a lot more than usual. You must've really been frustrated." He shook his hand, dislodging the ink staining his skin, and then reached down. Surprisingly nimble fingers quickly undid the stitching on his pelvis with ease that spoke of years of repetition. His cock burst forth from his crotch, as cobbled together as the rest of him. "Now then, why don't you return the favor?"

	Seagoon acquiesced, wrapping a tentacle around it. Porkpatch moaned as it writhed up and down his length, the ink mixing together with the slime Seagoon naturally produced to create a wonderfully slick lubrication. The tentacle itself was incredibly soft at the surface, yet firm in its core.

	When another tentacle began to lightly tickle Porkpatch's balls he jumped. His surprise melted away as the tentacle massaged his sack. It gently rolled his balls around while the tip teases his scrotum. Losing himself in the feelings that were washing over him like the waters of the lake they were floating in, Porkpatch offered no resistance when the tentacle abandoned his sack to go further down.

	Seagoon's tentacle began to probe at the animatronic's ass. Slick as it was, it had no trouble entering him. Once inside, it squirmed this way and that, searching for his prostate. Seagoon grinned when he heard Porkpatch moan, and went on the attack. His tentacle began its assault on the bundle of nerves, pushing and pounding at it harshly.

	Porkpatch felt himself rapidly approaching his breaking point, and fought hard to prolong the pleasure. It was only a matter of time before the dam broke, however, and when Seagoon started to focus on his head he burst. Groaning loudly, his seed shot out like a rocket, painting his patchwork chest white. Again and again he pulsed, Seagoon wringing more and more cum from him. When he finally finished, the octopus withdrew his tentacles from the still twitching member and asshole.

	Panting, Porkpatch looked to his friend and lover. "Where... where did you learn how to do that?"

	Seagoon winked at him. "Let's keep that one a secret, eh?"

	The two were silent as they recuperated as their boat drifted lazily across the lake. Wordlessly, Porkpatch reached for Seagoon's tentacle and held it. Seconds stretch into minutes as they simply enjoyed each other's presence.

	It was Porkpatch who broke the silence. "Well, I should probably head back. My brother's probably worried about me."

	Grumbling, Seagoon let go of Porkpatch's hand. "Okay then." A splash of purple faded across his face. "Try to visit more often, would you?"

	He squeaked when Porkpatch leaned over and kissed him. Porkpatch grinned at Seagoon, who turned his head. "Yeah, I'll come back soon."

	Seagoon slithered out of the boat and lowered himself into the water while Porkpatch grabbed the oars. He said one last thing before his friend could begin rowing. "Don't worry about your brother, Porky. He means well."

	Porkpatch smiled at him. "I could say the same to you, Seagoon."

	Seagoon sunk further into the water and burbled, looking embarrassed. The two waved at each other before they departed, each with fondness in their hearts and a desire to go speak with their family.