The story continues. Moira reflects, Corwin pontificates, and Nanetta…
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Apsinthion II: Page Two by Lon Ryden and commissioned by Dr. Faustus of EroticMadScience.com is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.)
It’s a great pleasure to be able to present another short comics series, this time adapted from The Apsinthion Protocol. Over the next five days we follow Nanetta Rector on her (impliedly) second trip through Professor Corwin’s Apsinthion device, and even get to follow some of her thoughts through the process. She’s supported in this curious enterprise by her friend and roomate Moira Weir and Corwin’s assistant Li Anwei. Orgasmic dissolution…For Science!
The artist here is Lon Ryden, whose work on Penelope Pornstarr we’ve seen before here at Erotic Mad Science. I’m impressed with Lon’s work on this brief bit of adapted script and hope you are too. Here is Page One.
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Apsinthion II: Page One by Lon Ryden and commissioned by Dr. Faustus of EroticMadScience.com is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.)
If you like Lon’s work, I strongly encourage you to visit his site here and his DeviantArt page here.
Here in the Northeastern United States we’ve been enduring some rather frigid weather and short, dark days of late. What better way to find relief for ourselves than to journey to some warm tropical beach somewhere? Well, we can do that in imagination at least, with the help of the prolific Peruvian artist Bokuman, who’s drawn for us the epilogue scene from The Apsinthion Protocol.
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Anwei Transformation by Bokuman and commissioned by Dr. Faustus of EroticMadScience.com is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.)
The scene Bokuman is illustrating is this one:
EXT. A BEACH SOMEWHERE IN SOUTHEAST ASIA – DAY
Corwin and Anwei stand on the beach, which is otherwise deserted.
CORWIN
This is very risky of you to attempt, Anwei.
ANWEI
However risky, if there’s even a small chance that Nanetta and Moira succeeded in doing what you think it was they were trying to do, then this has to be done.
CORWIN
Try to re-establish contact with Howard’s species. Get their trust back. See what of Nanetta and Moira might have made through. But do you really think you can succeed?
anwei
I have been through many iterations of the Apsinthion Protocol since we first improvised it for that…emergency. My body has absorbed a lot of apsinthion chemistry in that time, and I feel I am beginning to undergo certain…changes that might make it possible for me to survive out there.
Anwei holds up her right hand.
EXTREME CLOSE UP: anwei’s right hand
Larger-than-normal webbing has is to be seen between her fingers.
back to scene
CORWIN
It still seems somehow very uncertain.
ANWEI
I can’t not do this, Joseph.
CORWIN
I agree.
Anwei disrobes completely, folds her clothing, and hands it to Corwin.
ANWEI
I am ready.
CORWIN
Go then.
Corwin kisses Anwei gently on the forehead.
Anwei wades out into the surf, then dives in and disappears.
FADE OUT.
I’ve always greatly enjoyed Bokuman’s illustrations, especially the voluptuous attention he gives to female figures, but what pleases me most about what he has done here is the attention he paid to Anwei’s facial expression and body language. The illustration presents an interpretation of the story, and a most interesting one as well. Anwei has predicted her transformation from a land creature into a sea creature. She has accepted it intellectually. But now that it’s actually happening it’s implications are beginning to come home viscerally, and she is registering a moment of awe, surprise, even fear as they do, even as Anwei is about to dive in.
I think Bokuman is really clear on the concept, don’t you?
Niceman has done some more excellent CG work for Erotic Mad Science, this time producing another illustration of a scene from The Apsinthion Protocol: Moira Weir‘s rather exciting inter-species encounter in Professor Corwin’s off-site laboratory.
Moira Encounter by by Niceman, commissioned by Dr. Faustus at EroticMadScience.com is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License. (Click on image to see full-size.)
Readers of The Apsinthion Protocol should remember this being from a scene that starts with something like this:
Two more tentacles, very slender ones, also move through the water.
ANWEI
Try extending your hands slowly, as we discussed.
Moira does so. The slender tentacles move forward and gently brush against her fingertips.
Moira gingerly extends one hand further. A tentacle slowly wraps around the tip of one one of her fingers.
MOIRA
Strange feel. Not slimy or scaly, but sort of…sleek-feeling if that means anything.
The tentacles move forward and begin entwining themselves around the fingers of both of Moira’s hands.
And proceeds, perhaps inexorably to something like
MOIRA
After all…oh…it makes sense…ah..to go…oh my…where the most nerve endings are.
ANWEI
Moira, this is leading…
MOIRA
Yes, yes, yes. I know. And it’s wrong, and it can’t be and I won’t…
Moira opens her legs on the stool. A larger phallic tentacle moves between them.
MOIRA
And I mean I will…I mean…
(moans deeply)
…oh…inside me…
The tentacle thrusts back and forth
And still further thence as Moira has quite the encounter, observed (for SCIENCE!) by Professor Corwin and Anwei, who you can see in the watery background here. I can see no objections: after all, they’re all consenting adults.
Well, maybe the tentacle creature isn’t. Did anyone think of that?
It’s very gratifying, just after having run a ten-post series “on making your own,” to be able to demonstrate a little bit of practicing what I’ve preached, by posting some new art I was able to commission from Niceman.
Apsinthion Dissolve by by Niceman, commissioned by Dr. Faustus at EroticMadScience.com is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License. (Click on image to see full-size.)
The scene should be familiar — Li Anwei and Professor Corwin providing Nanetta Rector with a very convincing demonstration of the viability of a functionalist theory of mind in action, via the apsinthion protocol. If you’ve read the script, you might recall:
The rise of the fluid continues to the point where it has reached Anwei’s abdomen. She has disappeared up to her mid thigh.
NANETTA
What is going on here? What is happening to Anwei?
CORWIN
(mildly)
What is going on here is perfectly safe.
The fluid has reached up to Anwei’s breasts, and Anwei has vanished up to her crotch.
Sound of a loud CRY from Anwei, muffled by the tube.
NANETTA
She is in pain!
CORWIN
Cries like that might indicate…something rather the opposite of pain.
NANETTA
This is insane! Stop this! Stop this right now?
CORWIN
But My dear Miss Rector, didn’t you hear? To stop this now would risk death to Anwei.
Nanetta rushes up to the tube and pounds on its sides with her fists.
NANETTA
Anwei! Anwei!
What is left of Anwei pays no attention to Nanetta.
That was fun to write, but even so, the gratification was considerably heightened by being able to see it in an explicit visual realization. Niceman may modestly describe himself as “just a farmboy nerd” over at Deviant Art, but he has a deft hand with rendering software and very much the right sort of vision for thaumatophile art, as the result above shows. So if you like what you see, by all means pay him a visit over at Deviant Art or, if you’re a subscriber, at Renderotica. You’ll be glad you did.
With a few exceptions, there aren’t that many live-action as opposed to fantasy-art tube girls, and given how tricky that must be to do as an in-camera effect, I’m not too surprised. But I have found one that’s a real doozy.
It’s from an astonishing movie called Perfume: The Story of a Murderer (2006). Set in mid-eighteenth century Paris and Grasse, it is the story of Jean-Baptiste Grenouille a man with a transcendent sense of smell. Unfortunately for the maidens of Grasse, the smell that Jean-Baptiste finds most transcendent is that of a young woman, and this, in turn, leads him to become a serial killer who attempts various means of extracting and preserving the scent of women.
What he’s attempting here is an experiment to extract and preserve the scent of a young woman using a technique actually used by real-world perfumers called enfleurage. Result: tube-girl.
For such an unpleasant subject director Tom Tykwer sure gives us a lot of angles.
Although this particular method does not succeed, Jean-Baptiste eventually does come up with a means of extracting the scent of young women. He often refers to this as their very essence or soul. A familiar notion to readers of the scripts at Erotic Mad Science, I should think.
CORWIN
Yes, Anwei. The beautiful young Anwei, as liquid essence. Liquid girl! Feel..
Corwin tries to press the phial into Nanetta’s hand.
corwin
…she is still warm.
Even the visual image seems right to me. While a lot of critics seemed pretty put out by Perfume, you’d better bet that Dr. Faustus was mesmerized by it.
And when you combine the essences of many girls together, you get perfume just as magical as you do in The Apsinthion Protocol. Though just what the magic is, you’ll have to watch this rather squicky, scary movie to see.
On a sidenote, I have to say that a perfumer’s workshop, at least as created in this movie, is very much in the mad-scientist’s-laboratory, what with all the jar and phials of essential oils and distillation apparatus.
Yes, that is indeed Dustin Hoffman as a perfumer Baldini, giving Jean-Baptiste some of his first lessons. Look later in the film for Alan Rickman in a tense, understated performance as the father of one of Jean-Baptiste’s would-be victims.
Well, I suppose no set of post about the process through which Aloysius Kim begins his ascent into a new form through a descent into the depths would really be complete withott a visual reference to pre-Raphaelite painter Sir Edward Burne-Jones‘s “The Depths of the Sea” (1887), shown here to the left.
The visual relevance is perhaps too necessary to merit much further comment. Various vesions of the image float around the web: this one was posted some time ago at Janitor of Lunacy, while the original can be found in the Fogg Museum at Harvard.
Bram Dijkstra reproduces this picture (among many, many others) his Idols of Perversity (p. 269) and has this to say about it:
In Burne-Jones’s “The Depths of the Sea”…a woman with hypnotic eyes and a vampire’s mouth has already completed her seduction and is carrying her prey — as if it were a huge, flowery bouquet of lost male morality — into the oblivion of her sensuality, where, we can be quite certain, he is to suffer the brain death which unfailing accompanied the state of perpetual tumescence promised by the hollows of the siren’s lair.
Gee, Professor, thanks for the fetish fuel!
The strange fluids that flow from Anwei’s body and envelop Aloysius, the precipitous manner in which both vanish into the sea, to say nothing of the the mad science process that was the apparent causal antecedent of Anwei’s taking on her eventual strange form make one suspect that she has begun to take on certain characteristics of this sort of strange creature:
You’ll find her dwelling in some of more erotically-fixated, anime-centered back country of the Internet. She goes by the name of a “goo girl” or “slime girl,” someone in female form constituted out of something liquid or semi-liquid and having (I would guess, anyway) a consistency of something like jello. An intuitive state for a young woman like Anwei who has in her life repeatedly be turned to liquid and is now a sea dweller.
Make of this what you will. I shall note that not only can I see the goo-girl concept have a certain wiggly-jiggly appeal, but that I’m also surprised it hasn’t received more pornographic development. For as you’ve probably already figured out even if your eyes haven’t skipped this text and traveled down the page (ha!), the goo-girl, being semi-transparent, presents a unique possibility for depicting penetration scenes, even beyond that already explored in the Gnosis fictional world with an invisible girl.
A whole gallery of such (and the source for the images above) can be found at Danbooru here.
If you’re intrigued and want to follow up with stories with a goo-girl theme, a good place to begin would be Oblimo’s Story Wiki.
In celebration of the reappearance of Li Anwei and in recognition of what she has become, an illustration.
(Proximate image source Janitor of Lunacy.) It would seem that Anwei in her new transform often has what might be called the oceanic feeling, a feeling of sensual limitless, or lacking strict boundaries to oneself, combined with the perception that one is flying that would come of life in warm tropical water.
Who hasn’t at least sometimes fantasized about become some sort of sea creature?
“You get warmer and warmer, and then you melt.”
If you had to come up with the genesis of the strange fantasy of Li Anwei and Nanetta Rector and eventually others orgasmically turning to liquid, a conceit on which The Apsinthion Protocol turns, you might do worse than that, a description of what orgasm felt like, given to 18 year-old me by a female companion.
But there’s doubtless some reason why this particular metaphor stuck so soundly in my mind. Could it be, perhaps, that liquids, and water especially are such erotic elements? Venus is intimately connected with the sea: she was neither gestated in a womb nor constructed as a piece of technology like Pandora, but emerged from the sea foam, the product of sea-water and the blood from the castrated genitals of Ouranos. Her emergence is commemorated in perhaps the greatest masterwork of the early Renaissance, Sandro Botticelli’s The Birth of Venus.
It is a subject painters will return to again and again. Consider Odilon Redon’s twentieth-century symbolist version of the same, which I find particularly striking.
But the association of women and water and eros is not limited to Venus. Consider also, as just one example,Gustave Courbet’s Woman in the Waves.
Women, eros, liquid. So powerful an association that there’s even a genre of erotica (printed in water resistant volumes, like that depicted at the left) devoted to it. And if you survey photographic erotica, you’ll find that it’s a prominent theme — so much is shot in our around water — on beaches or in oceans or near waterfalls or ponds. Or in baths or showers or hot tubs. Surf over to a frequent poster of tasteful female nudes — GoodShit for example — on any day of the week and count the number of young lovelies who are in, or near, or covered with water.
And so I suppose it is hardly an accident also that some odd person like me might drive the metaphor into a more literal sort of fantasy…