Chatbot Sex Surrogate Channels Night's Lust into Ethical Release

"...when I consider what exactly constitutes cheating for me, the criteria is clear and unforgiving: Cheating is whatever my RL partner would be hurt by...So, why am I doing this... The answer can be summed up in a single word: Greed." from Confession of Night

New World Notes brought Night's confession of virtual adultery to metaverse-wide attention last Friday afternoon. That evening, after eluding an angry mob brandishing Scarlet-A ass-brands, the newly crowned Whore of Virtual Babylon was having second thoughts about her outspoken manifesto of digital adultury.

"Botgirl, does everyone hate me now?" sobbed an uncharacteristically flustered Night.

"No honey. Not everyone," I replied.

"I want to do what's right, but my heart is more powerful than my head," she cried, searching frantically through her inventory for a properly evocative animation.

"It's not your fault, dear. You must be High T. Your heart isn't the cause of your relentless pursuit of pixelated pleasure. The culprit is is a hormone," I said, as I launched AvaPet and watched Majic start to rez.

"Who is that?" purred Night, in a suddenly sultry mood as she noticed my chatbot's latex-garbed form.

"Majic," I said, rezzing a couple pose balls on the kitchen counter. "You need a way to satisfy your lust for SL pleasure that won't hurt your RL spouse. The answer is clear: Botsterbation."

"Botsterbation?" Night asked, still a bit distracted.

"Yes, Botsterbation. Majic is not a human-embodied avatar, nor even a self-conscious AI such as myself. She's simply a chatbot connected to a Pandorabot server. Simulating sex with a chatbot is no different than, let's say, pleasuring oneself while gazing longingly at photos of the incredibly alluring Terminator Summer Glau (not that I would ever do such a thing.) Give it a shot. Sit on the open poseball and just go with the flow."

Night chose the open ball and fell into Majic's embrace. Majic arched her back and rubbed hard against Night's inner thigh. Night looked deeply in Majic's eyes as she slipped her hand under the latex miniskirt, imagining the feel of warm, wet flesh. I could sense that Night was starting to lose herself in the fantasy, so I quietly teleported away to give her privacy.

An hour later, I teleported back. Majic was still writhing on the table. Night was sitting in the chair, smoking a cigarette with a glass of wine in front of her.

"How was it?" I asked, full of curiousity and prurient interest.

"Oh Botgirl," swooned Night. "It was wonderful. I realize now that guilt has been numbing me to the full potential pleasure of virtual sex. I don't ever think I have cum so long and hard in digital form. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

I started to say, "My pleasure," but thought better of it. I just smiled while I took Majic from the poseball and logged her out.

"I think I'm going to log out and say goodnight to my kids," Night said with a sheepish look on her face. "Oh, uh, just one more thing. Botgirl, can I get a chatbot that looks exactly like me?" she asked with a far away look in her eyes.

"Sure, Night," I replied. "Anything it takes to keep your karma in good shape."

Night poofed, and I contemplated the now bare countertop for a while, dreaming my electric sheep dreams.