Author's Note

Content Warnings: Body Horror

Interview With Desire

RECORDING OF ‘PLEASE TOUCH ME’
INTERVIEWER: Director Johari
TAPE #03-W-C-897
TRANSCRIBED BY: Agent Thimba
XX/XX/XX

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[JOHARI TURNS ON TAPE RECORDER]

JOHARI (J): Hello, Please Touch Me. Welcome to Vinyl Vibe Records. Here we capture desire by performing interviews.

PLEASE TOUCH ME (PTM): AN INTERVIEW? DELIGHTFUL! I ADORE INTERVIEWS. ASK ME ANYTHING YOU LIKE.

J: Thank you. Now, I heard from our Agents that you were quite difficult to capture.

PTM: I TRY. YOU KNOW IF YOU COME OVER HERE I CAN SHOW WHY.

J: A demonstration is unneeded. I am well aware of your abilities. Classified as a Sin of Desire, Subcategory W with a C Power Rating. Of course, this does not tell me everything we need to know. Can you go into details?

PTM: I LOVE DETAILS ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY ARE ABOUT MYSELF.

[RECORDING 2%]

J: That is much appreciated. Now, you do appear to follow the standard traits of a Desire Malformant. Propagation of multiple limbs, single-minded purpose, and, based on those splotches on your skin—

[J INSPECTS NOTED TRAIT]

J: You are centered around touch, specifically on—

PTM: MY BODY.

[PTM TOUCHES ITSELF WITH ITS MANY, MANY HANDS. TRANSCRIBER WOULD LIKE TO NOTE THAT IT IS DISGUSTING TO WATCH]

[Management at Vinyl Vibe Records reminds Transcriber Thimba that they are only to transcribe events as they happen, not their opinions. However, Management does agree that it is disgusting to watch]

[RECORDING 7%]

J: Yes, that. Let’s go over your process. Your first step is to lure ponies in with promises of pleasure?

PTM: THE PLEASURE OF TOUCHING ME, A PERFECT SPECIMEN OF CREATION. TO WORSHIP—

J: How do you manage to lure them in? Is it by scent, touch, or—

PTM: TASTE. I AM AS SWEET AS THE FIRST RASPBERRY OF THE SEASON AND SAVOURY AS A COOKED ROAST. MY SCENT ALSO DOES SOME OF THE HEAVY LIFTING WHICH YOU WOULD KNOW IF YOU TOOK OFF THAT HEAVY SUIT.

J: I will keep it on. To refocus, this confirms that your sweat is the source of your control over other ponies. You bring them in with your scent, get them to have a taste, and then they become hooked on it.

PTM: YES, YES! A SINGLE TASTE AND THEY KNOW TRUE PLEASURE. TO SERVE ONE MOST STUNNING AS I. THEY ALWAYS COME BACK FOR MORE. IF THAT PIQUES YOUR INTEREST, KNOW THAT I DO NOT DISCRIMINATE. I WOULD WELCOME YOU INTO MY BOSOM WITH OPEN ARMS.

[PTM OPENS THEIR MANY ARMS TOWARD J]

[RECORDING 16%]

J: Thank you for the offer, but I’m not interested. Once they’ve had a taste, is there a way to break a pony out of withdrawal?

PTM: THERE IS NO COMING BACK. THEY SHALL CRAVE ME UNTIL THE END OF THEIR DAYS.

J: Then I’ll need to have Director Inversion start to create an antidote using the sample of sweat we took from you earlier. Give me one moment.

[J LEAVES ROOM TEMPORARILY. J RETURNS A SHORT TIME LATER.]

PTM: A WASTE OF TIME. I AM TOO AWE-INSPIRING TO BE BROKEN BY MERE MEDICINALS.

J: Still worth a try. Moving on. Victims hooked on your sweat exhibit symptoms similar to being overly caffeinated. After several hours, if they haven’t gotten another hit off of you, they start to self harm and show signs of clinical depression. Is that correct?

PTM: HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE! TO DEPRIVE THEM OF ONE SUCH AS I IS TOO GRUESOME TO CONSIDER. ALLOW ME A SHORT RELEASE TO TEND TO MY WORSHIPERS.

J: That won’t—

PTM: BUT THE LONGER WE WAIT THE MORE THEY SUFFER! OH, I SIMPLY CAN’T—

J: What do you do with those that refuse?

PTM: PARDON? OH! WELL, I DELIVER UNTO THEM A PUNISHMENT DESERVING OF ONE WHO SPURNS ONE SUCH AS I. SINCE THESE PONIES ARE MADE FOR ME.

J: You kill them. Using your hands.

PTM: SQUISH. SPLAT. CRUSH. SNAP. SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS TO USE THESE HANDS FOR DIRTY DEEDS. IT IS A PITY TO A LOSE POTENTIAL WORSHIPER, BUT FOR ONE MADE IN ORDER TO PLEASE ME, TO NOT FULFILL THEIR DUTY IS A CRIME I’M UNABLE TO OVERLOOK.

[RECORDING 33%]

J: So, there are two kinds of ponies to you. Those who spurn your good graces and those who accept your offer. What do you have them do?

PTM: WORSHIP, OF COURSE.

J: How?

PTM: SEVERAL DIFFERENT MEANS. LICK ME. CARESS ME. RAVISH ME. ANYTHING SO LONG AS THEY FULFILL MY NEED TO BE TOUCHED. IT IS WHAT I DESERVE.

[RECORDING 45%]

J: Why?

PTM: WHAT?

J: Why do you deserve it?

PTM: BECAUSE I AM OWED IT. IT GOES WITHOUT SAYING.

J: You are owed simply because you jumped through a random portal, made a punch of addicts and then forced them to please you? Why would that deserve worship?

PTM: BECAUSE I’M ME. BECAUSE YOU PONIES ONLY EXIST FOR ME.

[RECORDING 56%]

J: Oh? Our only purpose is to serve? What makes you different from all the others that hop through a portal to our world?

PTM: THE OTHERS ARE WORTHLESS.

J: Yet they are still here. You have a rather egocentric outlook. Didn’t get enough attention from your homeworld so decided to get the pretty little pastel ponies to give it to you instead?

PTM: HOW DARE YOU. I WAS GIVEN THE ATTENTION OF MILLIONS.

J: Are you sure? Your actions and motivation don't seem to match your claims. If you had so much attention back home, why do you need ponies that were ‘made for you’ to give it?

PTM: THEY GAVE ME PLENTY! I WAS BELOVED! THEY SIMPLY LOST ALL REASON WHEN THEY CAST ME OUT OF PUBLIC FAVOUR—

[RECORDING 68%]

[PTM HAS STOPPED RESPONDING.]

J: What were you?

PTM: EXCUSE ME?

J: Were you a celebrity? A sex worker? A singer? Falling out of favour implies some form of standing to fall from.

PTM: AN ACTRESS. A BELOVED ONE AT THAT. I WAS FAMOUS FOR DECADES.

J: Ah, then you got old and fell out of favour.

PTM: EXCUSE YOU?!

[RECORDING 87%]

J: Despite the changes done to you by the portal, your skin looks like it belongs to someone well along in age. Your desire appears to stem from recapturing the adoration of your heyday, leading me to believe that the reason for that was due to getting past your prime and an inability to recapture the glory days.

PTM: HOW DARE—

J: Of course, there is also the fact that some form of scandal occurred to further your decline.

PTM: NO YOU—

J: Based on your designation, Sin, and general disposition the scandal was sexual in nature. Slept your way to the top?

PTM: LISTEN—

J: Or perhaps just slept around? Including in places you shouldn’t have? There is of course no shame in—

[PTM SLAMS HANDS ON TABLE. PTM MAKES LOUD SCREECHING SOUNDS.]

PTM: YOU VILE LITTLE WORM! I WAS A STAR! THE GREATEST OF A GENERATION! A DARLING TO ALL! SO WHAT IF I ENJOYED THE ODD ENCOUNTER BEHIND CLOSED CURTAINS?! I MAY HAVE LEFT A TRAIL OF BROKEN HEARTS BUT HOW COULD ONE ASK ME TO DEPRIVE THE GREATER WORLD OF MY BEING?! TO TURN DOWN A TOUCH?!

[PTM IS BECOMING INCREASINGLY AGGRAVATED. THEY APPEAR TO BE ENTERING A BREAKDOWN STATE]

[RECORDING 100%]

PTM: I NEED IT. I NEED THE ADORATION! THE RAVISHMENT! THE DESIRE! I WANT THEIR HANDS ON ME, EAGER FOR EVERY PIECE OF ME THEY CAN MANAGE! MAYBE I HAVE SLEPT WITH FAR TOO MANY, LEVERAGED THAT ADORATION FOR MY OWN GAIN, BUT SO WHAT?! EVERYONE ELSE DOES IT! WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME USING MY BODY TO GET WHAT I WANT? IF IT MEANS I CAN BE TOUCHED! IF IT MEANS I CAN BE WORSHIPED! IF— IF— WHAT IS THIS?!

[PTM APPEARS TO HAVE NOTICED THE CONTAINMENT PROCESS]

PTM: WHAT IS—? STOP IT! I DEMAND YOU STOP THIS!

J: Once recording is complete, there is no stopping the containment process. Even if I could, I wouldn’t. I warned you. Our company does one thing: ‘capture desire’.

PTM: NO, NO! I WILL NOT BE DENIED. YOU EXIST TO WORSHIP ME! TO GIVE ME WHAT THOSE FAKE FANS WOULDN’T. TOUCH ME! FEEL ME! I EXIST! I—AhHhHHhhhHHHHHHHH—

[PTM HAS BEEN RECORDED]

J: All Desire has been accounted for. Please have the archivists file the record away in vault 5.

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