Would you fuck a robot of your fursona? o3o
There. I asked. 3_3;

Well, you would. In theory... IDK, probably? My biggest problem with sex is how people smell (usually not good, furries would probably be worse); a robot would immediately solve that. Temperature is the concern. And it'd be a bit creepy, in the afterglow, to realize they're not breathing X3

Dude, you know I would. 3///3
As for your issues, there are probably some quick fixes for the heat and breathing thing.

Would you go rubber full time if you ever got the option? :-D

Doing anything full time is pretty much the opposite of me. Being stuck in any body - including my own - would be horrific (I try not to think about the fact that I am in real life). But the idea of fusing and unfusing with some of the signature FenLabs™ merchandise as the mood strikes intrigues me. I've occasionally doodled myself with your shoulder and side ribbing. (swoons) It's a good grip, and much more convenient than handles.
And as long as I knew the option of changing back was always on the table (mentally, that's all I need), I can picture myself staying in total squeaky rubber form for weeks, months, probably years on end... but my mental health should always sorta come first. But what's the difference between "all year" and "forever?" It's all in our heads. <3

*Purrpurrs* And may I say - you look beautiful as one of my "colleagues". =)

Please! ~"Platonic client." But... oh god, are you hiring? 0u0

I like you too much as a potential Mistress/Master yourself to want to lower you to my level. =-P

*strikes haughty mistress grin* Haha, you absolute tease. You're on antidepressants, you run a successful toy factory on technology's cutting edge, and you have loads of kinky sex; you're a box of amphetamines and five monologues away from becoming an Ayn Rand protagonist. If anything, you'd be lowering yourself to mine. *beckoning finger tug* Come wallow.

"Is not a sexdoll entitled to sweat of it's own brow?" =D

"To say 'Let's fuck," one must first be able to pronounce 'fuck.'" "My latex is not for all men, but only for those who would seek it." "A sexdoll has integrity much like her men. And much more often." Take your fucking pick, I've pretty much read her entire ouerve. It's fucking hilarious.
"I brought all the CEOs of the world under a holographic mountain to worship a giant Dollar sign made of gold." You can't make this stuff up unless you are, like her, a bitter libertarian with serious mommy issues who ate amphetamines by the bowlful. (I recommend her biography, in lieu of reading her novels, her life was actually pretty damn interesting. I've toyed with writing a play about her affair with Nathaniel Branden (the guy who invented the self-help seminar).)