Oh Joy Sex Toy – System\ run: Active Recovery by Sinew

Sinew illustrates with a soft, painterly style in pastel tones of peaches, purples, yellows, blues, and oranges.

In a futuristic, sci-fi room, an athletic man walks in from the shower room, drying his hair in a towel while steam billows in from behind him.

“Stars-” Tomé says with a smile. “That climb totally trashed me.” He is a mixed Japanese-Brazilian Canadian, stocky but athletic due to the high level training for climbing and bouldering Olympic competitions. He sports a tattoo of the Olympic rings on his inner right arm, which he got following his first Olympic win. He wears his hair on a long mohawk with shaved sides, and his ears are both pierced and his lobes are stretched. Wrapping the towel around his waist and then picking up his glasses from where they are resting on a book, he continues, “Maybe next time don’t let me do a V8 on a rest day, eh, Súr?”

Putting his glasses on, he asks again, “Súr?” while looking around the room, and then starting with a pleased surprise as he spots what he’s searching for. “No wasted time with you ever, eh?” Tomé asks teasingly, his hands on his hips as he takes in the blue, humanoid mechanical person sitting on his bed.

Súr is a sinuous, wiry droid with bluish tinted plates and yellow racing stripes on their body. Their design is sleek and optimized for aerodynamics and to be easily recognized on the racing track. Their lower limbs are reminiscent of prosthetic legs used by amputee athletes. Recently they started to develop a penchant for stickers, which they have several stuck on their plating to decorate themselves. A set of cords dangle from his proffered hand.

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With a metallic voice, Súr responds while handing the cables to Tomé. “Active recovery is recommended after strenuous activity and…” The android gently strokes one mechanized hand along the right flank of Tomé’s back, using the other hand to peel off the towel from his waist. His blue synthetic fingers gently press against Tomé’s genitals, pulling back a thin string of sticky wetness. “How can I say no to you when you’re so eager?”

“Hm-” Tomé hums, sucking in his lips against his teeth and reaching out a hand to caress the android’s carapace. “Well,” He begins to straddle the sitting droid. “…Aren’t I a lucky guy then?” Flirtatiously, he affixes the circular paddles of the cords to his chest and abdomen.

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Light streaks through darkness, along with a voice that asks, “Tomé… Are you here?”

“I am,” Tomé’s disembodied voice replies. “come to me, darling.”

All in pink light, Tomé sits astride Súr’s lap.

“Please… Please, plug me in-” Requests the android.

Tomé’s hand pushes the combined connecting end of the cords into the circuitry of Súr’s upper abdomen, right below where their ribcage would be if they were human.

Taking Súr’s phallus in hand and rubbing it against his genitals, Tomé asks, “Can you feel me?”

“Hold on…” Súr’s voice responds as a screen pops up in their vision. “I need to-”

The pop-up screen displays the text, “Trust This Connection? Sensory and emotional data will be accessible to all units when connected. No / Yes”

Súr enthusiastically selects “Yes” which jolts a wave of sensation into them and forcing out a gutteral, “OH, Maker, YES!” as Tomé slides their phallus inside his body.

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The two grind and ride against each other, flesh against mechanical metal carapace, until an explosion of feeling washes over them.

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In spent bliss, Tomé flops backwards, lying on the bed. The red lighting is replaced with more sunny colors and the cords attached to his torso glow pale yellow. Súr joins him, reclining on their side along Tomé.

“Rest day tomorrow,” Súr’s synthetic voice coos with their hand stroking his cheek. “I promise.”

Propping himself up, Tomé replies, “You’re an abysmal coach, Súr.” as he kisses their forehead.

As an aside, Súr and Tomé’s chibified faces pop up in the corner of the page, with Súr teasingly repyling, “Not how you spell ‘The Best'” and Tomé rolling his eyes dramatically as he replies, “Alright, alright, maaaaybe-“

Transcribed by Erika Moen on March 16, 2026 for