Author's Note

Just a short bonus chapter I wrote in a night detailing what the gang was all up to at this point in time. This all takes place before the first chapter of this clopfic.

Short: Starswirled Music Festival

Aggravating. Infuriating. Tiresome. Maddening. Vexing. Sunset Shimmer was running out of words she could use to describe the situation at the Starswirled Music Festival as she set down her thesaurus. The problem here was time. And not the way time usually screwed her over on a difficult test, but in a completely different way she never expected to encounter.

Time kept resetting! Like the entire world was in a loop! Even worse, no one else besides her seemed to ever acknowledge the loop, she was the only one who noticed it! So, naturally, it fell on her and her alone to find the source of the time loop and fix it. But her efforts had been… less than successful, to put it mildly. She was no closer to solving the problem then she was when she started.

From previous experience, Sunset knew time reset somewhere around midnight each time and seeing how midnight was currently only about an hour from now, that meant tonight was yet another failed attempt to add to her record of personal failures. This mess would have caused her to claw her hair out in frustration… if not for one tiny benefit the loop brought to her…

“Here, Pinkie Pie, drink this,” Sunset deadpanned, offering her friend a plastic cup of lemonade that most certainly did not have a few roofies mixed into it, if anyone asked. Pinkie swiped the cup and downed it without a second thought. She always did. Every single time.

Lately Pinkie had been sticking to her like glue during this festival, making Sunset’s investigation into the matter that much more difficult. Thankfully, thanks to the greatest drugs on earth, it was easy enough to put her down for a little nap. Roofies didn’t always have to be used for sex. No one would come asking questions about it tomorrow because there simply wasn’t a tomorrow in the first place!

Shortly later, inside the RV where she and her other six friends were staying while up in these woods, Sunset was tucking in the dozing pink head, giving her friend’s breasts a few squeezes through her shirt. Her cock was already starting to stir. Like clockwork as soon a girl drifted asleep around her, it woke up, ready to greet them in full force. But Sunset kept the hidden monster in her leggings concealed for now. There was fresher meat to be had here.

Sunset stepped out of the RV, passing her other friends sitting around the campfire. “I roofied Pinkie Pie and the lemonade if any of you girls want some. I’m heading back into the festival,” she said to them as she walked by. A short quip she offered them each time so she didn’t have to give them a lengthy explanation upon them asking.

“Heh, good one Sunset!” Rainbow Dash chuckled.

Sunset’s mood lightened as she stepped back into the festival grounds. Or, as she called it at this hour, the hunting grounds. The one perk of this festival’s time resetting problem was that there were really no consequences to her actions! As soon as the loop triggered, anything she did to anyone, good or bad, would swiftly be erased like it never happened! This, most of all, allowed Sunset to be bolder than ever in her pursuit of... late night entertainment.

She was sure the girls here would understand if she took the time to explain to them her role in fixing the loop and it was a top priority how she needed to be clear headed and focused. That was something that couldn’t happen when her one eyed monster was whining for attention for a visit into one of their tight snug caverns. And seeing how each loop had her re-experience the same crowds of busty skimpy-clad teenage girls bouncing up and down around her to song after song… Sunset knew she had to empty her balls each night if she was going to be of any use the next, or should she say, previous morning…

Elsewhere in the fair, Adagio sighed as she took the two crisp twenty dollar bills from the two eager stage hands, holding them both up in the air to inspect them before nodding and stuffing the paper into her already strained bra.

“Everything seems to be in order here,” Adagio said to them both. “Enjoy, gentlemen…” The siren slid the door open to her van/home. Inside were the two soundly sleeping and drugged bodies of her two siren sisters. The two men’s eyes gleamed in utter glee at the pair of babes they had stumbled upon this time.

Twenty dollars bought them twenty minutes inside and alone with Aria and Sonata. No questions asked. Only rules were not to leave any marks and to cum inside, she didn’t want cum staining her van’s floor after all. The two customers didn’t even wait until the door was fully closed behind them before they started tearing the two babe’s clothing straight off, not wanting to waste any of their purchased funtime with their new playmates.

Adagio rolled her eyes as, shortly later, her van began to rock back and forth. This would have been a much more annoying way of making her much needed money if her aggravating sisters didn’t deserve this so much.

The festival grounds were alight with life as a bacon haired lion stalked from the shadows, purveying the wide slew of helpless prey before her, blissfully unaware they were being hunted at this very moment. The grinning lion’s eyes combed the wide crowd, wiggling her invisible tail, scanning the many bodies to find a worthy target amongst the masses. Unlike the wilds though, she sought not the plumpest piece of game, but quite the opposite, though plumpness in terms of breast size was always a positive factor to consider.

“So… yeah…. I don’t know… where are you guys anyway?” Avian Dance, a teenage girl spoke idly on her phone. “Post Crush is starting soon, you guys coming to that?”

The lion’s eyes widened in animalistic glee as she spotted her perfect mark. A lone dark haired, gazelle separated from the rest of its pack, standing by some closed refreshment stalls! A busty beautiful beast far from the region this lion normally preyed upon. Such were the benefits of such a festive hunting ground.

“Yeah…. Yeah… I think I might start heading over to the stage soon. Might buy some more churros first…” Avian continued to speak into her phone, completely unaware of the looming shadows growing behind her… larger… and larger… until… “Mmmmmph!!!!” Avian gasped in shock as a damp cloth was planted squarely on her nose and mouth. The lion struck as soon as the coast was clear and all eyes were turned.

“Shhhhh-shhhhh….” Sunset hushed quickly, using all her strength to ensure the chloroform soaked cloth stayed in place on Avian’s face. “Easy now… easy… shhhhhh… take a deep breath….” Avian hadn’t the faintest idea as to what was going on, grasping weakly at the arm hooked around her. Sunset’s other arm was already wrapped around her struggling prey’s chest, quickly pulling the gazelle back into the shadows behind the vacant stalls before any other members of it’s pack could see and come to her rescue. “Sleeeeep….” Sunset continued to hush into the girl’s ears as the girl’s strength quickly began to fade. The prey, as if realizing it had been caught and bested by a hunter, resigned itself to its fate as it drifted off into unconsciousness. “Good girl…”

While always a tool Sunset possessed, chloroform was not usually her preferred method of sending girls into the sandman’s embrace. One, because said girls would usually have a ton of questions upon waking up, understandably so, and two, because the window of unconsciousness chloroform provided was not nearly as long as Sunset needed to fully enjoy her target. However, given the ever-present time loop in place, Sunset didn’t much care about either of those issues.

With her prey fully out, Sunset gently lowered her to the ground, grabbing Avian by the hands and dragging her through the grass like a lion dragging its prey into its cave. Behind the closed stall was a dark, barely lit area reserved for staff that no one ever ventured to this hour of night, Sunset knew from experience.

“Sorry about this,” Sunset apologized, dropping the girl’s arms of whose name she didn’t even know down and immediately swooping around to straddle her waist. “I know you probably have a boyfriend who normally does this to you all the time, but I really just need to swap in for him and use your body real quick to empty my balls so I can focus,” she explained while peeling off Avian’s top and throwing it carelessly to the side. “It shouldn’t take that long, and this will have never happened soon…” she added. “Nice tits by the way.” Avians bra was ripped open, ruining the garment completely, allowing the girl’s bountiful breasts to spill free into the open forest air as the nipples quickly hardened.

Sunset got up only briefly to set her phone facing the action on a nearby crate, already set and recording a profile view as the scene unfolded before it while Sunset ripped off her target’s pants and panties next, finally leaving her prey completely buck naked as she licked her lips in anticipation. Her futacock was already struggling to tear a hole in her pants, eager to dig into its meal, as she threw them off too. The phone to her side recording every bit of detail as it unfolded, saving it as the only proof these time loops existed, alongside the other fourteen different girls Sunset had taken on this night, and counting.

“Nnnnnnnggggg!” Sunset groaned and panted, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as her cock showered in animalistic pleasure as she pushed into the fleshy warm depths of yet another helplessly sleeping schoolgirl. “W-wow… I guess I take back what I said about a boyfriend normally doing this to you,” Sunset giggled after a savorful moment. Breaking in virgins always yielded a stronger spike of pleasure than others from her futahood. “Congrats on becoming a woman,” she said as she planted her arms on both sides of Avian and earnestly began to thrust away at her prized catch.

Elsewhere in the festival camping ground sat a half active site. Half of the occupants were asleep, and the other half pounding their holes like there was no tomorrow.

“Heh heh heh…” Royal Pin panted as he casually thrusted into the dripping cunt of a naked and busty redhead, face down on the hood of her car. “Look at what Soarin snagged,” he said, holding out his phone for Neon to inspect. The other Crystal Prepper, who was similarly fucking a sleeping face up blonde beside him gazed at the device.

“He nabbed fucking twins?” Neon replied in astonishment at the series of erotic photographs. Both sleeping teenagers were naked in their tent, with one sandwiched atop the other. Their bare pussies lined up mere inches apart for rutting ease. “Lucky bastard.”

“Yeah, but their tits aren’t much to look at. Unlike our friends here,” Royal retorted.

“Oh yeah, they are both pretty top heavy, heh. Actually… why don’t you flip yours over and we can send a picture of their chests to the group?”

“Yeah, to brag and so we got proof for our score.”

“Well we might be a few points over everyone else, but if Soarin is getting two-for-one deals so easily, I doubt we can catch up by the end of the festival to beat him. Not to mention last night Jet Set banged a minivan of modest MILFs.”

“I scouted out a group of about four college chicks at the festival, they are staying a few campsites over. Camping out all alone, probably with plenty of booze. We could head over that way and introduce ourselves, or at least, our fake personas, once we are finished up with these lovely ladies.”

“Nice… sounds like a plan,” Neon grunted as he increased the pace of his rutting into the red head’s friend. “Man… I love the babes these festivals attract. I already can’t wait until next year!”

A fully clothed Sunset made her way out from behind the darkened stall with a spring in her step, a relaxed smile on her face, and a tamed cock within her pants. Bagging game in an endless time loop took much less work than normal, with the added benefit of not needing to clean up afterwards. All in all, it almost had her thinking this loop wasn’t actually all that bad.

With Avian’s pussy and mouth sufficiently pumped full of Sunset’s genetic material, and the evidence stored safely on her phone, all there was to do tonight was to wait for the reset.

Though this reset was coming much later than the other ones for some reason. Sunset had noticed that time didn’t loop on the exact minute, but this one was the latest so far. Shrugging to herself Sunset pondered what she should do with the last bits of time tonight.

“Guess I’ll head back to the RV for once. See if the other girls were up to anything interesting for all these nights,” Sunset said to herself as she made her way to her friend’s campsite.

After a bit of walking, Sunset was surprised to see none of her friends around the still active campfire. Maybe they were all inside? They certainly shouldn’t have gone to bed by now though... Before she drew closer to the door, Sunset also noticed five different red plastic cups partially full of the lemonade laying around the camp.

“Wait… they didn’t….” Sunset muttered as she headed inside. “Yep… they did…” she deadpanned with a sigh. Apparently no one had taken her that seriously when she said she had roofied the lemonade and walked off. She already knew this from before but man were her friends easy to drug.

From head to toe, all of her friends were completely naked, even Pinkie Pie had been dragged out of bed and ripped out of her clothing. The tattered remains of every girl’s once fashionable outfit lay about everywhere in a mess. Each of the girls lay sprawled out haphazardly in a circle around the vehicle. Fluttershy’s bare tits appeared reddened from constant manhandling they had endured, along with Rarity’s ass which had seemingly been on the receiving end of a number of spanks. Rainbow and Applejack were both positioned in a way that suggested they had been spit roasted… multiple times. Then there was Twilight whose face was more concealed by cum then was showing. Though the signs of perverted debauchery varied, the one thing all the girls had in common was a thick stream of warm cum pooling out of their abused lower folds. The ones who had done this were all long gone. If Sunset had to guess, it was likely that large group of rowdy high schoolers from out of state she had caught pointing to and eyeing up her friends from their nearby campsite a few loops back. All unknowingly served up to them on a silver platter. And it was even more embarrassing to her knowing this likely happened every time she had roofied the lemonade… which was every night so far to deal with Pinkie. Oops. She would have to fix this. Especially if those guys were so rude as to not clean up after they were done.

In a bright flash of light, magic took hold as time itself reversed itself, leaving Sunset to repeat the day once again, and also leaving her with one question: Did anyone here have sex normally?