Meta Knight simply gave himself a good deep breath of fresh air as he stood firm and proud inside the lower decks of the Halberd, as well as becoming more happy with something else. It was a blessing in disguise, as his cohorts had claimed, to know that the dark blue swordsman is indeed a father now. 

     Following a not-so-perfect marriage to Susanna Haltmann and some "antics" later, the couple had been blessed with a beautiful baby girl whom they named Poka. While it wasn't a normal name for a small newborn puffball to have it sure has a nice ring to it regarding her species. Despite this however, when Meta Knight found out about his daughter’s namesake, he was still surprised. He never knew that she’d inherited such a lovely name - after all he’s never heard anyone who was remotely related to her use a similar name. But then again, he knows that he and the little princess will be getting along famously.

     Unfortunately all good things must come to an end when the circular swordsman had received some dire news regarding his mechanical newlywed Susie; she was currently bedridden from an unknown illness that somehow creeped its way onto the massive ship. This had brung Meta Knight down a peg when those thoughts of his love being sick was mind numbingly painful for him to muster, but thank his crew for helping out in any way they can. 

     Was it wrong to get them involved? Probably not. It had also been emotionally damning as he realized that their time of fucking would come to an end as well following the illness. 

     'Curse this damn virus,' Meta thought bitterly as he slowly trotted up to the deck of the ship and stared out the large overhead windows that bordered the front. Catching quick glances of the scarlet colored sunset, the swordsman's mind was at ease from the beauty of the setting sun. He remembered on this very day the Halberd sank to the ocean, and the day they were able to rebuild and modify it for more comfortable touches. 

     All of a sudden, the thought of wanting to make love to Susie one last time already struck his mind. As a result, he jolted a bit and rubbed a hand against his forehead. Meta didn't expect these thoughts to come back but the events that have transpired seemed to be catching up than usual to eat away at his mental stability for the sake of his sanity. 
     "This sickness will probably go away on its own anyway," he finally whispered to himself as he turned on his heels and walked off to the Halberd's hallways. Meta Knight some time to cool off after all this dreadful thinking anyway. Or he just needed to hit up the cafeteria and get some lunch. 

     Dinner. He needed to get dinner immediately. The swordsman had felt his stomach become a dark abyss just like his friend Kirby's, so food was a viable option. Although he had been going through emotional turmoil, he should at least not do this with an empty stomach. 

     But could he? It may have been clear that he lost his appetite to these horrible thoughts, but he could at least get some fight going. Well, what's left of it anyway. Silently slipping into the canteen, Meta tried his best not to be confronted at this moment when he had decided to pick out some food that was being served for today; a sort of vegetable dish that seemed pretty tasty. His eyes darted over to the many other people around him, including those serving the food. If he couldn't find anything else, he might be forced to just grab a sandwich from the nearby fridge, but he couldn't risk someone seeing him with the food on his plate.

     Meta grabbed his tray, walked over to the many empty tables before him, and sat down to enjoy his meal. The lunch they had been serving at this hour was a helpful cornucopia of fried vegetables and salads. And it was delicious! Meta could even see where his wife got her taste buds when it came to foods. Even though he was hungry, his stomach growled in protest at having to endure so much of the disgusting dish. The swordsman took out his fork to start eating the first few slices of cornbread.

     As he did his best to consume the meal in any way that was normal, Meta Knight almost felt like vomiting once again before grabbing his half empty plate and heading to the dishwasher to dispose of it. With his indigo cape waving slightly in the air, the swordsman had left the canteen with a hobble in his step. 
     As he entered the familiar scene of the Halberd's halls, a part of him wanted to go straight to his bedroom and at least cuddle his sick wife one last time but he had made the conscious decision not to in order to avoid getting the illness himself, so he carried on about his usual day of just tending to Poka himself. 

     Meta Knight often found himself chuckling whenever he saw the little puffball giggle happily while she played or snuggled up against the crook of his arms, and these were just enough to make the swordsman feel happier than he already had been.
     He could hear her voice clearly in his head: “You're such a sweetheart, Meta…”

     He smiled a bit, remembering how it always made him giddy to be called a sweetheart by Susie. It reminded her of how her late father saw her and deeply cherished her with all his heart before his death. Not that Meta was complaining or anything. 
     He had finally stopped at a bright pink door that was resting across from their room and opened the door quietly in hopes he didn't wake up the little one but was happy to see her still sleeping soundly in her crib. All of a sudden, a bright smile crept across his face underneath the mask as he walked inside fully and removed it, revealing his goldenrod yellow eyes and the smile he produced. 

     Poka has taken after her mechanical mother quite well in terms of appearance as well as mannerisms; her large eyes were blue and her hair was long, sporting the color of magenta. Poka was the spitting image of Susie, but was bound to grow up acting like her own father. 
     'Like that's ever going to happen,' Meta thought as he walked over to her crib and came face-to-face with the little one's gentle demeanor, almost feeling himself moved to tears at the sight of the little tyke in his care. 

     Little Poka was a blessing for the swordsman during these trying times of redemption with the robot woman who mechanized and enslaved him no less, but none of it mattered anymore. What mattered was that he took care of this little one just like her mother would. 
     However, due to Poka's appearance almost resembling that of Susie, Meta Knight had been thinking of her nonstop to the point of arousal. He immediately started thinking of running back to his bedroom, jumping into bed, and fucking his wife like the mindless animal he once wanted to be.

     No, he couldn't. Susie was sick and needs her rest. It was hurting Meta Knight's head like crazy as he tried to push these thoughts aside and care for his child, but it was a difficult decision. His urge to fuck was getting out of hand to the point where he almost felt himself grabbing any person in his nearby vicinity and brutally raping them without any sign of remorse.

     He didn't want to because he had a job to get done here, but it was just too soon to even think about those things in the first place. And even if his desire to have sex was an issue that needed to be resolved, would he do it with his own child? That question was for another time as he heard a slight whimper from Poka, who was flailing her tiny bulbous hands towards her father's direction. 
     Meta Knight looked down to notice Poka squirming in his arms and letting out small distressed whines. The blue swordsman snapped out of his train of thought and hauled his daughter over to the changing table in hopes that catering to her needs would help him eradicate these nasty thoughts. 

     Meta gently set her down on the crinkly mattress of the changing table, spread her legs apart and made at least some physical contact with her already soaked diaper the best way he could without getting hard. He silently took deep breaths in order to maintain his composure while resisting his urges, but he was completely unaware that his cock had become erect and almost hit the drawers of the changing table. 
     'N-No! I can't!!' Meta Knight thought bitterly as he gritted his teeth underneath his silver coated mask. 'This is my child. This is my responsibility..!' 

     The blue swordsman knew that if he so much as acted out and took his baby daughter's virginity, his entire life would come crumbling down within a minute. He wasn't going to risk this nor will he try. Meta brought himself back to the present as he removed Poka's diaper and threw it away in the pail, only to catch the glorious sight of the little puffball's small pussy. 
     A sudden rush of lust was no longer a problem or a personal threat to the swordsman anymore; instead it became an actual monster, and that monster was no more than the man towering above Poka.

     Meta Knight couldn't contain himself anymore. He needed her and she needed him. This little girl was the epitome of love and the only woman in his life that took after her mother quite well, making him more desperate than ever. Meta Knight needed a substitute for this as he couldn't bring himself to have intercourse with his own wife. 
     This was his breaking point - the straw that broke the camel's back. Meta Knight motioned his hand down to where his cock stood and grabbed a hold of the middle, bringing it up to his daughter's untouched pussy. He gently but firmly rubbed the tip against the soft lips of his child's clam, but stopped in-between movements whenever he heard her stifle a whimper. 

     Meta couldn't believe his eyes of what he was doing nor did he seem to care. He knew he wanted this in order to satiate his hunger. After all, he was the alpha of the Halberd. With that, he roughly thrusted his hips forward and entered his member inside Poka's body, causing him to emit a groan. He was well aware of how wrong it looked, but it felt so good for him. 
     He knew how much he loved both Poka and Susie and this little stunt proved it. Meta Knight grabbed onto both of his child's wrists and held her down, his thrusts going into a medium pace. The inside of Poka felt like an actual Fleshlight thanks to the swordsman's exquisite genetics pertaining to his own species, so the process made him feel satisfied physically. 

     Meta Knight looked down to notice his child's distressed facial expression as her bright blue eyes dented into one of sadness and utter betrayal. 

     "Ngggh... F-Fuck...~" the swordsman moaned deeply, "you're as tight as your mother. Like Madre, like Mija...~"
 
     The little one's face went pale as she struggled against the force holding her down. She began kicking her legs frantically and trying desperately to get herself free of whatever grip her father had around her wrists. But despite her efforts, she wasn't able to escape. As Meta Knight continued thrusting his hips inside her pussy, she almost muttered "daddy" amidst the fucking. 

     The silent air of the nursery soon became permeated and filled by the sounds of skin slapping against each other, deep grunting from a man, and whimpering from a little girl to the point that it felt like a horror show. "D-Daddy," Poka whined, her voice high-pitched and small. "A-Ahh... L-Love you, daddy...~" 

     She tried to say it in her mind but it was drowned out by the sounds of pleasure Meta Knight was experiencing, he didn't seem to hear the words spoken aloud. He also was so engrossed by his own actions that he failed to hear his own child's cries of pain as he thrusted even faster and harder, a single row of shocks channeling up his spine as he could almost feel himself committing a taboo sin in the eyes of Void.
     The dark blue swordsman clenched his eyes shut as he tried his best to block out the distressed noises his child was making in hopes none of the other Meta-Knights would come in and witness the true monster aboard their ship. Meta didn't care as long as they kept silent. 

     "Good to know you can only say one word," he growled maliciously as his yellow eyes no longer glittered like gold anymore. "Your mother never spoke one word to me."

     "Bwuh...?" Poka asked, confused and frightened at her father acknowledging the fact that she couldn't talk. Not quite yet. Her mind was still struggling to comprehend what her father said and what he meant by it. Why did he say such a thing to her? She was her daddy's little girl... right? Well, she was but now she was physically converted to be her father's little Fleshlight until his urges were gone. 
   
     "I'm sorry, my dear," Meta said softly with a sad look upon his handsome face.
     "Mama... Mama! Mama!" Poka cried again, tears streaming down her cheeks as she saw the blue swordsman's hardened expression, which slowly turned softer with every second passing by.

     All sense of morality had vanished as soon as it appeared before this moment. The thoughts that Meta Knight harbored had now transformed into predatory behavior, and now he witnessed himself committing the ultimate taboo.
"Mmmmmm, baby... so soft, so sweet..." Meta breathed as he continued his relentless pumping.
He felt a bit guilty, not for violating his daughter's trust, but for having so little control in the situation. He wasn't a bad guy by any means, he just couldn't keep his desires in check sometimes and this was one of those times.

     Poka's cries grew louder and louder as she watched her father continue to fuck her, but she didn't dare to move or make a sound. She was scared of what might happen if she did.
     "You're so beautiful, my little Fleshlight," Meta whispered as he continued to rock his hips back and forth against his child's vagina.
"Please.. Dada...."

     The swordsman looked down to see his daughter pleading with him to stop and let her go, but he ignored her pleas and began pumping harder and harder, feeling that he was coming close to his limit. "Ahh~... Ahh, so fucking wet, baby...~" the blue sword exclaimed happily, almost moaning in bliss as his cock slipped further into his daughter's body while continuing his movements. His heart was racing rapidly and his vision blurred with pure joy.
     He was on cloud nine.
"Oh! Fuck! I'm gonna come!" The blue knight gasped as he reached a pinnacle of pleasure in an instant as his orgasm washed over him and a few drops of precum dripped down the side of his dick. 

      He felt a warm sensation shoot throughout his entire body as his juices flowed into his daughter's waiting womb. Poka's little face scrunched up at the salty substance splashing all over her and the sheets beneath them. It must've been gross but she felt nothing compared to the feeling that came over her.
     "Fuuuccckkk...!" Meta Knight sighed heavily as he pulled out of his daughter and knelt his head down next to her, panting slightly as he stared at the ceiling. "God! I love you so, so fucking much, Poka," he said breathlessly as he turned gave his daughter a small peck on the forehead. 

     Cautiously glancing at the nursery door, the blue Swordsman made sure that none of the other Meta-Knights came in to check on them both, otherwise he'd be in trouble for it. That wasn't something either of them wanted to deal with, especially Meta since he had already fucked the daylights out of Poka, he doesn't need any more problems in his life right now. If anything, he'll probably end up losing control again and screwing the hell out of somebody else if he stays any longer.
     As quickly as he could, Meta Knight rummaged through the drawers of the changing table, took out some wet wipes, and proceeded to clean up both him and his daughter. Wiping down every surface to make sure it was spotless, the blue swordsman quietly walked out of the nursery and closed the door, in hopes everything would return to normal... at least.