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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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Lieutenant Avery retired. So had many other officers lately.
Even so, it came as something of a shock when Taylor received a letter. It was hand delivered by a man in uniform who seemed extremely on edge. Indeed, as he handed Taylor the letter, he couldn't take his eyes off the door. Taylor grinned abashedly when he realised a gaggle of Carers seemed to be admiring the newcomer with hungry eyes.
"I'm to give you this. I was ordered to hand deliver it to you and let no-one... especially no Carers take possession of it."
For a moment Taylor was confused, but read through the sealed document. It appeared to be using some kind of emergency documentation reserved for wartime. He chuckled - had things really gotten so ramshackle they were using stuff like this for routine correspondence?
"This has been our eighth attempt to..." blah blah blah. His finger traced, skimming over the words. "Under no circumstances allow the enemy... they are not to be trusted..." blah blah blah, so on and so forth, he wished they could just open with the important stuff. "You are hereby promoted to the rank of Lieutenant due to-"
Lieutenant? Had he just been given Avery's job? Thinking it over, he realised he was the only ranking member of personnel left, everyone else was either a fresh cadet or a civilian.
"You must immediately make every effort to disconnect your work from foreign influences..."
His eyes glazed over as the language became mired in security talk. Once upon a time he would have taken it more seriously, but now he was much more relaxed. With good reason, he told himself, the Carers were hardly an 'enemy'.
Taking out the insignia which made him a Lieutenant, he affixed it as best he could to his less-than-regulation attire. He now wore just a loose fitting shirt and slacks. Somehow regular clothing had become so uncomfortable to wear, as if his skin itself had become more sensitive.
"S-sir, I need to, um... may I leave sir?"
"Oh, uh..." Taylor looked up to realise the man was saluting him now, and he awkwardly returned it. "Of course. I'm sure the Carers can help you find your-"
"I'd rather leave of my own accord, sir. Is there... another way out?" The man looked back at the door as four giantess faces disappeared, psychic giggles emanating from behind the wall.
"Sorry, soldier, we don't exactly fit this place with escape ladders." Taylor joked, and pointed to the door.
The man, however, seemed distraught. He walked to the door, peeking around it in both directions, only to look back at Taylor who bemusedly waved.
Poor guy, Taylor mused to himself. He obviously must not have been around Carers very much. Several carers moved past his door, yet a few remained to stare at him when he wasn't looking, hungry smiles on their faces.
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As it transpired, being a Lieutenant was very similar to his former rank. However, that may have had more to do with the Carers running most projects directly now.
The only difference as far as he could see was now he was the one receiving glowing progress reports rather than Avery. He would smile, sign them, and hand them back to whoever brought them.
He nearly jumped out of his skin, however, when a phone began to ring. Taylor had totally forgotten he had one, after all everybody he communicated with was either in the building... or telepathic.
Fumbling through the drawers, he pulled out an ancient corded phone.
Lifting the receiver, he mumbled, "Uhhh... hello?"
"Lieutenant Taylor?" A firm voice asked.
"Uh, yes... uh, sir?"
"Confirm Alpha Niner Echo Niner One Seven."
Blinking, Taylor took a moment to remember that he was supposed to be in the military, even if the organisation he belonged to no longer resembled one.
"Oh, uh, yeah... right. Just a sec..."
He fished in his pockets for his wallet, and pulled out an ID card which featured a face he barely recognised from when he had first signed up. It was lucky he still had it.
Sliding it through the phone he read out the corresponding security code.
"Right, uhhh... Seven... Alpha... Three?"
"Okay... confirmed. Taylor, you need to listen carefully. Lieutenant Avery hasn't been seen in some time."
"Oh, Avery? He retired, sir. He and Carer Mataya, uh... they..."
"Taylor I don't know what you've heard, but you need to listen to me."
Harsh barking in the background clouded the line for a moment. He winced, trying to listen through the static. What was that sound? Had that been... gunfire?
"You are to evacuate your department. Take all enlisted personnel and move to the following coordinates. Your ID will allow you entry into-"
The line went dead.
"Hello? What the..." Taylor murmured, before shaking the handset a little.
"Who was that, sweetie?" Angela asked, hand on the desk in front of him.
"I... I don't know. Someone who had access to... uhh, our security channels."
"Ohhh, well I'm sure it can't have been that important."
"They sounded... I don't know, maybe I should call someone."
Angela just took his hand in hers.
"Let me guess, was it someone talking about evacuation?"
"Uh... yeah. How did you know?"
Taylor looked into her eyes for a moment, a chill making its way through him which he wasn't sure he liked.
"That prank caller has been calling our department for weeks. They think he got access to a code book somewhere and he's been trying to cause problems. Some radical xenophobic guy I bet. Poor thing, if only he could see how much good it has done your department working with Carers... maybe then he would understand that everything we Carers are doing is for the best."
Taylor grinned, and gripped her hand back.
"Don't worry, I doubt anybody will be bothering you from now on." Angela said sweetly, reaching down to kiss him as she dropped the phone line she had just disconnected back behind the curtains.
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He knew Angela was right. There was nothing to worry about.
Some part of him just couldn't let go, though. Something about that voice on the phone...
Taylor felt something in his gut that he just couldn't shake. No matter how much TV he watched - Angela insisted that when she wasn't around he had to watch it, and good boys did as they were told - something just felt... wrong.
He wasn't sure why he was still worried. Indeed, every time he did feel worried, he felt a nice warm feeling overwhelming any cares he had - especially when Angela was around.
Then he had seen two Carers moving a trolley down the hallway and - despite everything - had let curiosity get the better of him. Perhaps it was a subconscious instinct from his training, but he simply couldn't help but follow them. Something about the way they moved just didn't feel right.
Casually, he followed, at a distance he felt certain he could at least have explained as just going in the same direction if they asked. They went deeper and deeper, down two staircases before into a cargo elevator. As he followed hurriedly, stopping at each floor to see if the elevator had stopped, he realised they were heading for the basement.
Waiting around a corner, he watched, pretending to himself he wasn't spying and merely had a reason to be there, as they opened a locked door and entered inside. Only a minute went by before they left, trolley in tow. For a moment, he could have sworn one looked right at him, but as he ducked back behind the wall he didn't hear them stop. Indeed, when he got the courage to look back, they were simply smiling to each other - no doubt at something he couldn't hear in their telepathic communication.
Waiting until he was absolutely certain they were gone, Taylor crept down the hall. There was no reason he couldn't be down there, he reasoned. After all, the building did belong to the military... or at least, it once had.
Taylor managed to open it with ease, and slid his now-defunct ID card back into his wallet. The entire base had rid itself of any kind of security devices long ago in accordance with Carer Mataya's new guidelines, but even so, some doors were still locked the old fashioned way. His card may have been useless without any electronic locks to open, but it still worked to open a latch.
Inside was a store room that had once been a repository for filing things, but as the Carers had increasingly taken over, it had seen less use. Indeed, it had been long enough that everything had a fine layer of dust. Except, a year ago this room had been mostly empty. Now he wandered down the shelves and remarked at how every inch was stuffed with paperwork.
"What is all this?" He asked aloud, tracing a finger along the seemingly disorganised and random documentation.
A quick survey of the shelves showed hundreds, if not thousands of boxes, all stuffed full with paperwork. Doing the mental maths, he started to piece together just how much stuff was down here, hidden away on the shelves under lock and key.
