A scandalous sci-fi erotic comedy in a future that has learned absolutely nothing.

Space Captain Cait Dancer thought commanding her first ship would be the highlight of her career. Instead, she gets the Literal Stimulator — and a crew made up entirely of clones of herself, both female and male. Even the ship’s cat is a Cait clone.

What starts as an awkward shakedown cruise to plant marker buoys around a nebula quickly spirals into chaos when a volatile aphrodisiac gas leaks into the ventilation system. One minute the ship is on a simple navigation mission — the next, it’s a floating festival of “awkward and unfortunate consequences” as Captain Cait and her identical alternate versions give in to the overwhelming urges.

To make matters worse, the ship’s straight-laced android, K2, is compiling a detailed report on the incident. If that report reaches headquarters, Cait’s career is over before it begins — and her clones face the gene vats while she joins the dole queue.

Can Cait and her self-clone crew pull off a desperate plan to stop the report, cover up the nebula-fueled orgy, and save their futures? Or will the Literal Stimulator go down in history as the most embarrassing (and pleasurable) disaster in space fleet records?

Packed with laugh-out-loud moments, steamy clone action, selfcest shenanigans, and pure comic smut, this is the hilarious, filthy start to a new erotic sci-fi series from the author of Rampant Damsels and Hellbelly Hillbilly.

If you love outrageous space adventures with an unorthodox crew, aphrodisiac-fuelled mayhem, and erotic comedy that doesn’t take itself seriously, buckle up for Literal Stimulator.

The beginning of a wild new series of smut and comic mayhem in deep space.