Magolor stood and peered through his mirror for an allotted fifteen minutes before he had to make his way downstairs to finally get on with this job that he had been given by an overzealous neighbor of his. Carefully inspecting his dark brown tousled hair, the Halacandran had decided to ruffle his hands against the locks and make it appear to be messy again in order to straighten it out some more. He grabbed a comb and ran it through its soft locks until his haircut was set to what he wanted it to be before putting his hood back on. 
     Magolor had tried his best to make sure his face was concealed perfectly well in order to hide his little friend that rested inside the alien's not-so-visible jaws because he wasn't going to let it ruin his day, or any other day of the week! 

     Besides, Maggie had successfully landed a part-time gig for when he needed a break from running the local shop down in another part of Dreamland; he had stepped in to help his best friend Marx in babysitting his and Drawcia's kid. She was a real dime, that little girl. And she was the spitting image of her own father, no doubt! 
     Star was a beautiful baby girl born to Marx and Drawcia through the means of egg hatching, but the cosmic jester had taken extra precautions to make sure she was born on the brightest night where the moon's light was cranked up to eleven and had its clear glow stare down at it. If Magolor knew early, he would've known his best buddy had a gung-ho personality when it came to conceiving kids with his beloved painter of a wife; this meant Marx had to do whatever he can to make sure they were born the way he wanted them to be. 

     Magolor loved to roll his eyes at the thought of controlling your kids and living vicariously through them since the jester still kept his evil side years prior to his redemption trials, but why his best friend even wanted his baby to be born with dark powers, he was quite unsure of how to go about it. Walking down these unusually long flights of stairs, Magolor headed to the front door in time just to hear his doorbell ringing from miles away. The alien's expression lightened as he opened the door to reveal the welcoming smile of both Marx and Drawcia. 
     "Welcome, you two!" Magolor chirped as he stood regal and pompous at his doorway, but not as regal as that pretentious stuck-up asshole from down the street named Galacta Knight. Honestly Maggie wished he never had him as a neighbor, it's quite sad. But on the bright side, the jester chose the Halacandran native over that grossly pink Meta Knight clone to babysit his kid for him while he and his wife were attending to business. 

     "Hello, Magolor," Marx said calmly with his child cradled in his arms in the softest way possible. "We came by just to hand Star over to you since Drawcia and I will be heading out soon." Taking a few steps forward, the cosmic jester carefully handed her to the clothed alien, making him reach his hand out to touch the little tyke in her strawberry pink onesie. Magolor held little Star in her arms and inspected her quite nicely. He really wasn't lying when he said to himself that the child was the spitting image of her father; Star had those large eyes similar to Marx, one cute little tooth that stuck out at the top of her lip, and even that little smile he has. The only thing on the girl's body that closely resembles her mother was her short light gray and blue colored hair that hadn't grown in yet. 
     'Ohh, she's so cute!!' Magolor thought as he looked into the little girl's sky blue colored orbs and smiled underneath the robe covering his mouth. Star slept soundly inside that little blanket she was wrapped in while the regal alien rubbed the back of his hand against her cheek, softly caressing her. Both Marx and Drawcia chuckled at this lovely scene. 

     "You'll do great on your own, right, Maggie?" Marx asked as he placed a hand down on his wife's shoulder. 

     "Of course! How hard can it be?" The Halacandran native replied with a hint of amusement in his voice, "considering how calm your baby has been when I first met her, I feel as though it's a safe bet!" 

     Marx gave his best friend a trustworthy smile before both him and his wife gave short waves of their wings and teleported out of sight, leaving the alien standing at his doorway with their only child. Magolor continued staring out in the front yard with a dumbfounded expression before walking back inside and closing the door with his free hand.

     His golden yellow eyes shine brightly at the sight of the little jester baby's face and sleeping posture, causing him to feel sleepy. Star's peaceful frame was like white noise in physical form as Magolor could almost feel himself drift off to sleep with Star still cradled in his arms, yawning loudly and almost loosening his grip on her. Luckily the alien was able to jolt himself awake in a way that he didn't run into the risk of waking up the baby. Why would he want to wake her? 
     Maggie sighed heavily as he walked into the living room and sat down on the couch, hoping to keep the little girl asleep for the next few minutes before he went down to business. He was aware that this was a one-time gig (Nova, he just wishes Marx doesn't make a habit of this), but just the mere thought of taking care of this little girl was tiring when it came to her sleeping the day away as if she were Kirby's kid. 

     Then again it was better company than being in the presence of that nagging essence Magolor calls the "dark matter". And by that, he meant the invisible little bastard constantly nagging and indulging him into doing every single act of evil that he swore off from doing after that whole situation with the Master Crown. Since he was babysitting he wasn't prepared to have that monstrosity bother him at this rate. In fact, did that little demon build up a habit of picking on him at the worst possible times? Unfortunately, the answer is yes. 

     'Heya, Maggie!!' this voice called inside the alien's head, causing his blood to run cold and freeze up. 'Say, it's been awhile since we last spoke! How about we have some fun later?'

     "No," Magolor replied sternly, "I have a job to do here. Leave me alone..." 

     'Awww, c'mon!! When are we actually gonna do things together, man? I mean, you've been ignoring me for sooo looooooong!!' 

     "And I'd like to keep it that way," the alien hissed, still keeping Star in his arms as he sank back into the couch and gently patted her on the back. "Maybe some other time we can cause mischief." 

    'Alright, alright. I understand.' The demon had started to stir quietly inside the Halacandran's head as it began to emit strange noises from out of nowhere, only to be caught off guard by the little baby in the alien's arms. This had caused the demon's eyes to sparkle as it kept its gaze closer to the child. 
     'Say, who is that~?' it asked, an obnoxious tone unmasked perfectly. 

     "Oh, this is just Star," Magolor responded, "she's a girl I'm babysitting for my best friend while he and his wife are gone."

     'Hmm. Interesting', the demon mused. 'Is she cute?' 

     "As cute as an Awoofy kit," Magolor replied proudly as he reached a hand down to caress the baby's soft hair, letting out short-sounding chuckles as Star began to stir in his arms. Maggie could tell that this monster was on the verge of saying other horrible things as well as putting ideas into the alien's head, but he tried his best to ignore them or, at least, block them out. 
     However, the demon had other plans regarding this predicament. Instead of constantly messing with Magolor's head, it decided to take its torment up to a whole new level... And it was not good. 

     First order of business, the demon had slithered its way inside Magolor's nerves and started implanting some terrifying thoughts into his head in hopes it works well. While the Halacandran was busy making sure his charge was in her normal state, he stopped suddenly like his computer whenever it was overloaded. Unaware of the situation, Star had awoken and was met with the face of her uncle, who was frozen in shock by some odd occurrence inside his head. 
     The demon inside him proceeded in the intrusive thoughts and gave a smirk through its own chuckle as it watched Magolor slowly move his body like a zombie. He looked down to make sure Star was still in his hands so as to not frighten her, but the little tyke still had her open eyes glued to the alien. 

     Tilting her head sideways, the jester baby emitted a small chirp and kept staring. Magolor had no idea how to handle this. He just doesn't know what might happen to him next. He was scared shitless, made no mistake, and he was the only one in the house. 

     'Ya see that baby girl, Maggie?' the demon hissed seductively.  
      'C'mon, you wanted to admit being a perv to yer good ol' pal!' Now this demon was being pushy and nasty like before, causing the alien to almost become emotionally exhausted from all this tomfoolery. He rose up from his spot on the couch, walked upstairs to his bedroom, and closed the door behind him, making sure it locked all the way. 
     Star still kept her dumbfounded gaze at the Halacandran as she let out more soft cooing and then stopped. 'Ya hear that little tyke? She's begging for a good pounding...~'

     "No, that's just normal for Popstar babies," Magolor tried explaining but knew the demon in his head was still ignoring him. He gently placed Star on his bed and sat down next to her, hoping it didn't have to come down to this. This beast has been living in his head for way too long and he hoped one day he could remove it, but does this mean he would have to bow down to every desire it had? If Magolor knew correctly, he would have to give in to the demon's commands sooner or later in order to drive him off.
     Besides, that memory of him committing the ultimate taboo with the spear wielding Waddle Dee's underaged son began to arouse him the more he thought about it. It was considered wrong and immoral in the eyes of every person living on Popstar, but there were times when Magolor didn't care about the morality of his actions. 

     He betrayed Kirby and his friends, almost destroyed the planet, and even raped one of their kids. This was a new low for the alien as he almost felt the bile in his throat rise up and spew out, but at the same time, he felt his cock grow hard. The white robe covering the lower parts of his nether regions became tighter as he felt a surge of arousal channel its way through his body, causing his hand to twitch suddenly. 
     Damn this inner monster, it knew what it was doing, Magolor thought. He wanted to beat himself off so badly in front of the fully awake Star to get her conditioned to this utterly painful predicament she would soon find herself in, but the Halacandran knew he could at least control his urges around such a delicate infant.

     It was made even worse when Magolor was hit by the fact that Star did not belong to him, no; she was the daughter of the cosmic jester Marx and the artistic sorceress Drawcia, a successful yet feared couple of Popstar. He knew of their power and if any word about his sexual proclivities with their extremely underaged daughter had gotten out to them or by anyone else associated with them Maggie knew that his life would be over in a flash faster than a Waddle Dee riding on a Wheelie. Kirby and the rest of the gang would disown him, Marx would report him to the police, he'd be thrown behind bars and put on a registry. 
     He didn't want to take this risk for the sake of keeping his friendship with the jester and the public image he made for himself to let people know that he's a changed man. Star was left on the bed silently cooing at her babysitter who was slowly reaching a hand down to where his robe was.

     "...B-Buuh...?" the little baby inquired softly.
Magolor quickly turned around and gave her a warm smile as he cupped her cheeks in both his hands and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

     "Honey," Magolor purred as he held her close to him, feeling his heart swell within his chest. "Everything will be alright. Uncle Magolor is here for you, I promise." 

     'Good, good. You're reining her in. Good job, Maggie. Y'know I'm starting to actually get used to your servitude.' 

     "You're really there today, aren't you~?" The Halacandran mused at the demon's remark as he knelt down to level with Star, who continued her dumbfounded gaze at the sight of this older alien male hulking his own height in front of her.

     'C'mon, ya perv! Make your move on the kid! Give her that sweet taste of your big boy cock~!!'

     Magolor let out a short chuckle and then said, "you're the boss." With that, the alien leaned down to Star's forehead and gave it a light peck, making the little cosmic baby chuckle with delight at this feeling. Maggie was also feeling his member twitch underneath the fabric of his robe, making him slightly wince at the pressure it gave him. He raised both of his gloved hands, placed them gently on the cloth covering Star's body, and removed it without force. Magolor proceeded to rub her belly as she was still wearing her onesie underneath and, with a pleasured sigh, bit his lip.
     'You're brainwashing me, devil,' the blue alien thought angrily, his eyes narrowing into an expression of unmasked irritation. 'You knew I had the kid come over...' 

     'You bet your perverted ass I did. I know you better than anyone else, and how you like to be a nasty kit raping pedophile...~'

     Magolor couldn't help but agree with the demon, it was true in all capacity. The blue clad alien remembered that suspicious folder of his on his giant computer that he had to make sure no one was around him at all times to view thoroughly.
     Those videos and photos contained explicit depictions of Maggie raping every child that he babysits, ranging from Bandana Waddle Dee's son to Kirby's infant brother Keeby. He remembered it all in those videos; every whimper, every painful cry, every detail he took in as he pounded away at their delicate little bodies made the blue clad Halacandran want to turn into a ravenous predator about to collect more underaged prey. 

     No. Enough fighting. Magolor is going in. Because one simple sense of morality just won't do. 

     He thoroughly unbuttoned Star's onesie and revealed her perfect body; her chest was very small for a baby, Magolor knew, but it was still precious to look at. The blue clad alien dug through his mind as he caressed her stomach and felt the slight crinkle of her diaper against the palm of his hand. "A change," Magolor mused. "You need a change." 
     Fully removing the onesie off little Star's body, Magolor threw it at the wall of his bedroom and pulled his charge closer to him. It seemed clearly convenient that he would pull her to where his bulge would be, considering her current state. Star's eyes lit up the entire room as her mouth was agape at seeing the huge erection of the alien in front of her, and Magolor smiled at her reaction. Her big innocent eyes looked up to meet him as he reached out for her breasts. Magolor's right hand went straight for her nipples while the other pinned itself down on the landing zone of her diaper.

     'It's time! Do it.'

     Magolor licked his lips underneath his cloak as he bent down and buried his face in Star's special places, taking in the sweet smell of her scent. With one long huff of her musk, it was all it took to break the alien completely. He needed to fuck this kid. 

     Without even a second thought, Magolor forcefully ripped off Star's diaper, revealing her clean pussy to the emptiness of the bedroom. Magolor could no longer contain himself as he grabbed a hold of his cock and pushed it out of his robe, angling it with the little girl's entrance. Star began letting out soft distressed whines before the Halacandran's hand whammed down on her mouth to block out her noises. 
     'HELL YESS!!! GIVE INTO YOUR WILD SIDE!!!' The demon shrieked inside Maggie's mind as it sent more waves into its host's mind. Magolor took out both of his fingers and ran them along the flaps of Star's pussy, causing the little girl to squirm and whimper in response. The demon was right; Magolor can't control his urges around such young things like Star, and it knew how to get there. It used the Halacandran's traumatic experience with Bandana Waddle Dee's son to get where it needed to be, meaning there was no way back now. 

     The blue clad alien grabbed his cock and placed it on the center of his charge's clam. Before Star could react or move, Magolor slammed himself into her and thrust his hips up as far as he could in one go. The child cried and whimpered loudly as tears formed in the corners of her eyes, but still she remained quiet and closed her eyes waiting for the next pain inflicted onto her. Star had begun to sniffle and was almost moved into crying as she lethargically wobbled her hands up to her face and lazily put down on her left hand, making it enter her mouth.
     Amidst her silent sobbing, Magolor ignored her pleading cries and kept thrusting, his teeth clenched underneath the cloth that covered his mouth. He groaned and snarled like a wild beast as the heat emanated from his back and made him sweat a bit, trickling down his forehead. His whole body was shaking violently and his breathing was becoming erratic, but Magolor refused to give in. He needed to keep pumping until there was none left of him. This was his only chance to become close to get rid of these urges for a while. He had been lonely for too long already, and this little bundle in his arms was the most adorable thing he's ever laid his yellow eyes upon.

     His vision almost blurred as he felt tears almost steam down his eyes in shame but he wiped them away quickly enough to see Star's facial expression not in a good condition. Her face was covered in tears and she was sputtering, trying her best not to accidentally emit snot from her not visible nose, that would gross Maggie out. The blue clad alien had produced a wicked smile under his cloak and kept up with his thrusts, completely ignoring little Star's cries for help. He let out a slight chuckle as he pinned her down with the weight of his hands. 
     "Ohh, you're going to love this little game I had planned for you," he growled, "you make a good specimen for it..." 

     'Hells yeah, Maggie!! You're doing an excellent job!! Keep up that thrusting, bitch!!' the demon roared as it started pumping more pleasure and endorphins inside his brain, indulging the Halandran to become an even bigger pervert than he was already. As Magolor thrusted the demon continued pumping out more and more images of those kiddies in his "fun dungeon", being pleasured and raped by the monster they were put into the hands of. 
     "Void, this cute little spawn is such a reward for a job like this~!!" Magolor howled lovingly as he gripped onto the cloak covering his mouth. He let his slimy magenta tongue to bob out of his mouth as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. The demon finally played its part in this degenerate behavior and it got what it wanted, but it had proven that it wasn't enough. 

     'Hmm. No good. The little rapemeat isn't actually feeling any sort of pain. You think maybe you can lighten the mood?'

     "R-Really? Like how~?" Magolor asked in-between pants. 

     'Oh, I don't know. Maaaaybe yell loud and proud "I'M A NASTY RAUNCHY POPSTAR BABY RAPING PEDOPHILE!!!"? How 'bout that?'

     "Oh haha, very funny," Magolor responded dryly as he stopped to give that answer. "Actually that doesn't sound too bad." 

     It was as if all of a sudden Magolor lost control of both his hands as he aggressively bit his lip and started hissing loudly. The sounds of Star crying underneath him was already a massive pleasure point for the blue clad alien as he knelt down and stared straight into Star's tear filled eyes, his threatening aura becoming visible. 
     'Do it, Maggie!!' the demon demanded. 'Say it loud! SAY IT PROUD!! ADMIT YOU'RE A PERV!! C'MON, BOY!!!⁠♡'

     "I'M A NASTY PERVERT!!! OHH BOY!!!" Magolor howled as he ripped the cloak from his mouth and revealed a terrifying set of fangs that seemed abnormal for a citizen of Dreamland to have. But then again, Magolor is from Halacandra, so it would make more sense that way seeing as how he isn't a native to Planet Popstar. As a result of him being from a different galaxy altogether, Magolor adopted certain traits different from the average Popstar folk.
     His teeth were sharp and were the exact replica of a Caracal, striking fear into those who lay their eyes upon it. Despite this reveal however, Magolor wasn't planning on using his fangs on the little girl anytime during this moment. His cock tensing up inside Star's belly, the blue clad Halacandran licked his lips hungrily as he placed both of his hands beside her head and pumped himself in further.

     "B-B-UUH...!!!" Star cried as she sputtered more words and tried to scream, but Magolor covered her mouth as he continued hitting her gums with his thumbs. She couldn't understand anything that Magolor said to her; the voice was too muffled, and it caused her to feel a slight sting in her jaw. "You wanna cum, sweetheart?!" Magolor hissed and leaned down closer to her ear. "Well then, here I come. Don't make a big fuss! Just enjoy it!"

     Star just looked at the alien and whimpered pitifully, hoping that he wouldn't hurt her like that again. When Magolor started thrusting faster and harder, she started to scream for help from Magolor. Her screams sounded like her life depended on it. The sound didn't last long, as her throat became raw from screaming so much.
     Soon enough, Magolor began to roar in pure satisfaction as he came massive loads inside the small child's clam, a gush of light lavender pouring out onto the bed sheets as well as a mixture of blood from the pressure he forced on Star. As the party of two stopped in silence, Magolor's chest was heaving as he gasped for air from thrusting and regained composure while his charge was convulsing and shivering in traumatic fear.

     Magolor looked down at Star's blank expression and couldn't help but muster a chuckle when he knelt down and landed a soft peck on the girl's cheek. He felt tired as he dropped himself down beside Star, wrapped his arms around her small frivolous body, and nodded off to sleep for the next few minutes until her parents came back. Besides, how long will it be before they return anyway? 
      Apparently, not long after Magolor's ear perked up at the sound of the doorknob ringing. Jolting his head rapidly from his pillow, the blue clad alien quickly put on his robe, scooped up Star in his arms, and rushed over to the bathroom. With no time to spare, he put on a fresh new diaper on the girl and placed her back inside the onesie, hoping all evidence of his activities with the baby had been wiped clean. 

     Magolor also took this time to wipe away the sweat from his forehead before he stormed off downstairs to his front door. Opening the door, it revealed to just be Marx and Drawcia waiting patiently at the door for their child to be returned. "Why hello again!" Maggie chirruped playfully as he handed Star back to the couple. 
     "Hey, Magolor! Thanks for taking such great care of our daughter," Drawcia mused as she looked down at the now passed out Star, oblivious to her current physical state. "Hopefully she didn't give you any trouble today!" 

     Stopping cold for a minute, millions of excuses rushed through the Halacandran's brain but he tried to choose his words carefully. "No, not at all!" He finally replied. "If anything, she was easy to take care of." 

     "I see," Marx spoke up, his tone shifting into more of an agreeable one. "Although, we really did appreciate you watching over our girl, or else we would have to turn to that try hard bubblegum looking son of a bitch Galacta Knight." The jester's words came out with just the right amount of venom in them, making Magolor agree without a single thought. It's the truth; they can all agree Galacta Knight is a total piece of shit. 
     "Oh, I know," Magolor agreed, his voice calm. As the couple waved bye to their friend and teleported to Void knows where, Magolor slowly shut the front door and walked off to his room, completely happy that his two best friends didn't catch on to his antics, or ask incessant questions like that spear wielding Waddle Dee did. But who knows? People will find out eventually about it, but the Halacandran doubts it'll happen.