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Summary: Aliens arrive on Earth, and promise world peace, and end to all problems, and more. Also, they're ten feet tall Goddesses who communicate telepathically. What could go wrong? They say all they want is for humanity to trust them and love them, and to care for man... but maybe their idea of love isn't quite the same as ours.
Contains: F/m, FF/m, FF/f, FFF/f, tickling, feet, aliens, huge mommy doms, like seriously ten feet tall absolute units of women, breastfeeding.
DARK THEMES: Brainwashing, gaslighting, end of the world, memory manipulation, ominous consequences, interrogation, trickery, rape, mind-rape, near-infantilisation, really really dark at the end.
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It was difficult to say precisely why, but ever since carer Mataya had taken control of the department - shared control, Taylor reminded himself - things had begun to progress much more smoothly. At the very least the people working on a task always seemed more motivated when working with them. Somehow, things just seemed to be progressing better when the Carers were put in charge.
At least, that was how it appeared. Every report was glowing, even if it was lacking in substance. They never seemed to specify exactly what kind of progress was being made. It didn't feel to Taylor like they were making any more progress at all. Hell, if anything it felt like things had slowed to an absolute crawl. It was easy for him to imagine why, too. Within a matter of what felt like days, every team had a Carer leading its efforts, his included with the introduction of Angela.
At least now he knew why they had been able to so easily integrate with such a willing humanity. Not a day went by when he didn't catch, accidentally or later on purpose, members of his team in increasingly compromising positions with Carers. Whether it was an officer who had for some reason needed two Carers to show her where the paper clips were in the small supply cupboard, or a practically naked Carer coming out of the men's bathroom leaving a junior administrator a panting, sweaty mess inside.
Yet he seemed to be the only one to find it odd. Everyone he spoke to either brushed it off, or laughed as if he were sharing a comic anecdote and not implying a serious breach of at the very least decorum. Well, there was one other person he could confide in, thankfully.
Taylor went to find Avery, to discuss his concerns, hoping he could speak to him alone. However, he found the man being cuddled close to Carer Mataya on a plush chaise lounge she had requested be moved into their office. Indeed, for a shared office it seemed to contain far more items for her convenience than his.
The entire decor of the office had changed. The large table in the middle was gone, and the furniture was far more lavish. Gone was the stark, institutional white of a military facility, now a pastel blue, with the Carer's trademark silky fabric draped generously around the office and - Taylor noted - across the official seal which had once sat behind Avery's desk. It was now hidden behind, or rather buried beneath, the unearthly soft and glistening fabric of the Carers.
That, however, was hardly the starkest change. That came in how the two now acted around each other, or rather how she was acting around Avery. Carer Mataya was gently tracing her fingers through Lieutenant Avery's hair, moving her hand up and down a document which was folded open in his lap, yet the gesture was anything but subtle.
"Come in, Taylor." She patted her lap, her lips taking on a predatorial curl.
Cursing, he stepped inside, having hoped he could speak to Avery alone, but never seemed to get the chance. Now he thought about it, he hadn't seen Avery alone since Carer Mataya had arrived. In fact, he couldn't recall her having let him out of her sight for even a moment...
"Have you had a chance to meet Carer Angela?" Mataya asked, her voice coming smoothly yet with all the force of an unquestionable authority. "She should have, mmm, introduced herself to you by now."
"Uhh, yes Ma'am." He coughed slightly, hoping to disguise just how much that first meeting had affected him. Indeed, in the days since, Carer Angela had been increasingly present while he worked, growing ever closer to him both professionally... and physically. Just as Mataya and Avery had been, he realised.
"Oh good..." Her voice felt like caramel in his mind, smothering and drowning his own internal thoughts and worries, "I'm so certain that you two will work well together."
Biting his lip, Taylor tried to ignore just how soothing her voice was, trying to retain what was left of the indignance which had brought him there.
"Captain Avery," he forced through gritted teeth, surprised at how difficult it was to talk out of turn in Mataya's presence, "if I could speak with you-"
"Oh Taylor, come now, there's nothing you can't say in front of me that I don't already know." She spoke pointedly within his mind.
In spite of having heard the way the Carers communicated many times before, for the first time he felt almost as if he wasn't alone within his own mind as she spoke. He felt a sudden swell of panic in his chest at those words, she couldn't possibly mean... had he been right all along? His hidden suspicions confirmed?
"The Lieutenant and I have grown so much closer since our first meeting in your office, haven't we?" She asked, cradling the man's head as she asked. "He knows now that I only want to help him achieve his goal!"
She scrunched her nose and tickled under the Lieutenant's chin, lightly kissing his forehead.
"It's fine, Taylor." Avery said softly, his voice sounding weak as he endured under her maternal affections. "We we're just..."
Avery looked up at Carer Mataya for a moment, as if he was looking for her approval. She nodded slightly, and only then did Avery continue.
"We're working on something together, that's all."
