Zecora thought back to the circumstances that brought her to this moment with Fancy Pants and Fleur-de-Lis.

They met at a party held by Twilight Sparkle. The couple expressed great interest in the zebra and made every attempt to monopolize her time. Zecora had a very keen eye and could see the sexual attraction the couple had to her. She allowed them to bring her aside to an empty room where they made a proposal to her.

“Erotic wrestling I would do, with your lovely wife true? Do not try to deceive me so, to the death this fight will go!” Zecora made herself comfortable on a window seat, outlined by Luna’s moon.

Fancy smirked and extended a hand to the zebra. “As I remember from my time among your people, such a thing is common. Rival mates seeking to eliminate the other! I like to see my darling Fleur prove herself against other mares.” His horn lit and a privacy ward sealed the room against the unwanted.

To his surprise Zecora slipped her shoulders free of her robe and as she stood it pooled to the floor. As befitting her tribal attire she wore a loin cloth and bra on what looked like tanned leather. Her circlets clicked as she stood confidently before Fancy.

“Her bold challenge I accept, our lives wagered on this bet.”

Fleur-de-Lis slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and the splendid garment slid off her perfect curves. She squared off against the zebra in her pink and purple lingerie.

“I admire your spirit mon cheri.”

Fancy found himself taking the seat formerly taken by Zecora. He used his magic to light a few lamps so the fight was clearly lit. He made himself comfortable, removing his suit coat and shirt. A bit of work on his belt and the zipper had his trousers at his feet. As he pulled his riding cock from his briefs he heard a appreciative growl from the throats of both mares.

Zecora admired Fancy as he made himself comfortable. He certainly was an attractive stallion. She faced Fleur-de-Lis and smirked.

“He is quite the fine stallion, I shall take care of him when I’ve won.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” Fleur replied.

“I believe you two are quite ready. If you would begin… NOW!” Fancy clapped his hands to signal the start of the fight.

Fleur opened up with a powerful sweeping kick. Her slender, powerful leg was aimed at the zebra’s chest region.

Zecora was quick to react and part ducked, part parried the blow so she was under Fleur’s guard.

Fleur was able to regain her footing and even three a shoulder jab behind her but Zecora dodged again and trapped the mare in a hold.

Zecora pressed her prime breasts against the small of Fleur’s back. She leaned in and whispered into the mare’s ear.

“Back in my dear homeland, I killed more mares than I can count on my hand.”

Fleur managed to twist herself free from the hold and managed to knee Zecora in her tummy. As the zebra staggered back Fleur stepped in and jabbed at her sternum.

Zecora snaked an arm around Fleur’s arm and pulled her in. She kicked up and struck the model in her crotch.

Fleur’s eyes widened and she let out a low moan. Her knees shivered as she went bowlegged trying to remain standing.

Zecora followed up and kicked Fleur-de-Lis in the chin. As the mare sprawled onto her back Zecora flashed Fancy Pants a smoky look.

Fancy responded by stroking his cock faster.

Zecora sat on the floor and used her legs to spread Fleur’s own. She pulled up her long tail and looped it around Fleur’s neck. Soon Zecora was strangling the model with her tail.

Fleur recovered shortly after her throat was constricted. She squawked and began to struggle. Her eyes darted to her husband who watched with a feverish gaze.

“Looks like your prize, will be him cumming at your demise.” Zecora grunted, taking effort to prevent Fleur’s struggles from breaking her free.

Fleur gasped and reached a hand to Fancy. She knew he wouldn’t help her, that was their oath.

Fancy only stroked his cock faster while licking his lips.

As black spots formed in her vision Fleur gave a mighty heave that shifted her and Zecora back.

Zecora slammed against a bookshelf with a grunt. She maintained her stranglehold on Fleur.

“Struggle for me dear, your death is near!”

THUMP!

Zecora glanced at the romance novel that landed on the floor. As the book settle Zecora looked up to see a volume of Encyclopedia Equestannica fall from the shelf. This slammed into the zebra’s forehead.

THUNK!

“HYYUUAAAGGHH!” Zecora moaned as she blacked out. Her hold on her tail blackened and Fleur broke free.

Fleur rolled away from Zecora’s embrace, gasping for precious air. Her neck was raw from Zecora’s tail. Once she was able to see clearly she looked at the mare who nearly snuffed her.

Zecora was passed out against the book case. Her eyes fluttered as she dipped in and out of consciousness.

Rubbing her neck with a grimace on her face Fleur crawled to the downed zebra mate. She brought her face right between Zecora’s tits and nuzzle between them. The zebra’s fur was coarser than most mates but had a alluring scent mixed in with her sweat.

“It almost seems a shame, but I’ll be adding you to my count.” Fleur’s voice was a bit hoarse from the strangling. She clamped her teeth on the strap of Zecora’s bra, the unique taste confirming it as leather. With some grinding and a vicious tug she snapped it, spilling one of Zecora’s modest but firm breasts. Fleur licked the mare’s erect nipple.

Two groans filled the air, one from Fancy as he edged himself and the other from Zecora as she began to come too.

Fleur hurried up and dragged Zecora over to a short cabinet. With the zebra positioned at the base Fleur hopped onto the cabinet. She began to adjust Zecora’s head position with her hooves.

Zecora moaned and tried to swat Fleur’s hooves.

Fleur pinned the mare’s arm as she got the ideal leverage on Zecora’s head. Her own cunt was dripping in anticipation. She listened to Zecora’s half aware pleas and her husband’s strained moans.

“For you Fancy, beloved. Goodbye zebra-slut!” Fleur violently twisted Zecora’s head.

KRRK-KRRK-KRRRAACCK!

“AAAUUUUUHHHHHNNNN!” Zecora let out one final moan before her last breath escaped as a death rattle. Her body quivered and danced, held up by Fleur’s strong legs.

Fancy Pants let out a ghostly moan as he erupted in orgasmed. His spunk arched through the air and landed near Zecora’s hooves, some five feet away. He came in copious amounts, much of it landing on his toned stomach.

Zecora’s hips quivered and sprays of urine could be glimpsed from behind her loincloth before pooling on the floor.

Fleur herself experienced an orgasm that made her gasp and shudder. “Mon Cheri, that was exquisite!”

It certainly was. Now the couple needed to find a way to spirit the dead zebra away without anypony noticing. But maybe a little guilty pleasure first?