Princess Celestia sat in her royal bedchambers, waiting for her regular consort. Being thousands of years old, the Solar Monarch was very choosey about her partners. She'd gone through a string of lovers in her long years, and none of them could satisfy her in the way she wanted. Then, she met Archibald. Celestia had a habit of perusing the seedier parts of Canterlot when normal clopping wouldn't do, and it was one of those times that she met the mysterious Archibald.

The Canterlot Emporium was a cleverly hidden sex shop in the back corner of the Royal City. Although, 'sex shop' is a bit of an understatement. Really, it was a combination of a sex shop, a bathhouse, and a fetish dungeon. Amateurs and prudish ponies didn't go there, not even counting the fact the Emporium was invitation only, that is unless you had some standing in Canterlot. The Emporium catered to the desires and appetites of specific ponies, and Celestia was one of them. She'd entered it on that cold day in fall for one purpose and one alone. The Canterlot maids talked a lot, and usually, Celestia would pay them no mind, but on that particular day, something they said intrigued her.

"So, it doesn't hurt?" one of them asked.

"Not if you like that sort of thing. Archibald is a miracle worker. The feeling of submitting to him, of giving myself over to his care and pleasure, I'm pretty sure it made me YOUNGER! I'm telling you, if you're feeling stressed or over worked, head to the Emporium and tell him Lickedy Split sent you. He'll take VERY good care of you," the other one answered. Celestia was intrigued. She knew of the practice of domination and submission, it was not uncommon at some of the more promiscuous Canterlot Parties, but something about the thought of HER submitting, of giving herself over to an unknown stallion and not be the Princess for a while, it stirred something deep in her core. And so, when she entered that cold fall day, she had one thing in mind. Submitting to whoever this Archibald was.

"Your Majesty! How may I help you?" the unicorn behind the counter asked, a bit astonished seeing Princess Celestia in the Emporium. With a black coat, and grey mane and tail, the sales pony seemed to own the place. Either that, or she'd worked there for a LONG, LONG time.

"Is there an...Archibald here?" Celestia asked.

"Yes, Princess, he's here," the pony said, still a bit confused.

"By any chance is he taking new clients?" Celestia asked, her voice shaking for some reason. It had been a long time since she'd even had REGULAR sex, and now she was weighing the possibility of submitting to a stallion she didn't know. It had seemed hot at first, but now that she was here and talking about it, it seemed less so. The sales pony, however, could see that the Princess was serious.

"Well, he's booked up for most of the day, Princess. But, if you want, I can pencil you in for a few days from now," she said. Princess Celestia frowned, but before she could answer, the large double doors opened, revealing Archibald himself. He was quite the specimen, the maids hadn't lied. His brilliant black coat shined in the dimly lit shop, and his mane and tail were cropped short, very much like Big Macintosh. Speaking of which, Archibald seemed to be the same size as the eldest Apple Sibling, perhaps a hoof and a half taller, but the one thing that captured Celestia were his bright grey eyes. They captivated Celestia like a magic spell, and Archibald was a simple Earth Pony. His cutie mark was something special as well, a red heart, but crossed inside of it was a riding crop and paddle. Celestia could feel herself beginning to get wet. Just LOOKING at this stallion was doing it. She knew she had to get this done.

"Daisy, cancel my 12:30 appointment. Family emergency, can't do anything about that," he said, his tone a pleasing timber. That's when he noticed Celestia. "Oh! Princess Celestia, I never thought you'd be here, Your Majesty."

"Archie, the Princess is here for an appointment with you. I told her that I could pencil her in a few days from now, but if your 12:30 has cancelled..."Daisy said, with a knowing smirk playing on her lips.

Archibald's eyes widened. "Princess, if I may, why do you want an appointment?" he asked. He wasn't refusing, he was simply curious.

"I..overheard one of my maids discussing her experience with you. Lickedy Split, I believe her name was," Celestia said. Archibald turned to Daisy, who raised her forelegs up and panted like a dog.

"Oh, yes! Lickedy Split! She's quite fun. But, if I may, you're the Princess of Equestria. I'm sure you could get ANY stallion you want, and in a much...nicer part of the city. Why come here? To me?" Archibald asked.

"I've been Princess for over a thousand years, and in all that time, I've taken many lovers of many different types, and none of them were able to satisfy me in the way in which I needed. When I heard about you and the Emporium, well, I thought this may be the fit I need. To be able to give myself to somepony fully, to NOT be the Princess for a time. It's what I need. What I crave," the alicorn said.

Archibald smiled, and turned to Daisy, who had an equal smile. "Daisy, pencil her in as my 12:30 and get her ready and then bring her to room 145. Celly, you're to listen to Daisy until you get to the room, understood?" he asked, his tone now set and firm. Celestia nodded, her wetness increasing. Archibald headed into another part of the Emporium, as Daisy exited the counter and approached Celestia, the Princess now able to get a good look at Daisy's cutie mark. It seemed identical to her brother's with the same red heart, but there was an 'X-frame' inside of hers.

"Follow me, Celly. We'll go get you fit for a collar and hoofcuffs and then you can wait for my brother in room 145. You'll be having A LOT of fun today, and spending A LOT of time here," she said, with a smirk. As Celestia followed her, Daisy landed a swat to Celestia's backside. "If you want, perhaps sometime you can satisfy ME, pet. I assure you, my brother and I are the EXACT same kind of dominant." Celestia was more than willing to take Daisy up on that offer.

That was how it had begun. On that cold fall day, Celestia had walked in a Princess, and walked out a submissive, obedient slave, and she couldn't get enough of it. She would count the days when she would go back to the Emporium, and submit to Archibald and Daisy again, not as Princess Celestia, but as Celly. That was her name, to him and his sister. Well, at least, that was the one she was officially labeled as. What she had on the tag on her collar. When it was simply her Master or Mistress, 'Celly' was rarely used. 'Slut', 'slave', and 'bitch' were used more often, and Celestia LOVED it. The more degrading and humiliating the title, the hornier Celestia got. Combined with the whipping of the crop on her flank, the gag that was almost always in her mouth (unless it was stuffed with her Master's cock or her Mistress' strapon), and the cuffs that kept her forelegs behind her and in a kneeling position, Celestia would be SOAKED before long.

Then, THAT would be when the torment would start. Archibald and Daisy loved seeing Celestia squirm when they knew she was gushing. Usually it would be Archibald with a vibrating wand on Celestia's slit, and barking at her not to cum. Sometimes, it would be Daisy using a shock spell on Celestia's pussy, and sometimes, if she was really lucky, it would be the siblings suspending her to the ceiling, whipping her and shocking her and degrading her, but never giving her the release she so dearly sought until she was a drooling, begging mess. Only when she would be on her fetlocks, kissing her Master or Mistress' hooves and telling them that when she was with them, she was not a Princess, she was a slave, did she get what she wanted, her inner canals filled with the lengthy girth of her Master's cock or her Mistress' strapon. Sometimes both, and that was only if she was a REALLY good girl. (Mistress Daisy had taken a shine to her ass in recent time. She would always call dibs on fucking it.)

Luna knew NOTHING about her sister's exploits, or about her trainers, and it would stay that way! Luna had HEARD of Archibald and Daisy, she simply knew them as friends of her sister. She didn't know how deep the relationship was. It was a good thing that Luna was out of the castle now, as that meant her training would not be disturbed. She was already situated as her trainers would always order. Kneeling on her hind legs, collar on, mane tied in a single band, her favorite purple ball gag securely fastened in her mouth, and a ring on her horn that stopped her magic. She had already cleaned out the dungeon for their use, but Mistress Daisy had told her to wait for them in her bedchambers, and she obeyed. Finally, at the stroke of two, the bedchamber door opened, revealing Archibald and Daisy.

"Well, well, well. Look at this, sis. Celly's already all wrapped up waiting for us," Archibald said with a grin, as Celly nodded, mumbling behind the gag.

"Good to see you can do something right, slut. Did you do the other thing we asked and clean out the dungeon?" Daisy asked, snapping her crop.

"Yeff, Mifftreff. I clead ouf fe dungeon fhor you and Mafter, like you faid," Celly replied, the gag impairing her speech.

"Good girl, Celly," Archibald said, fastening a leather leash to Celly's collar. "Now, come with us. It's time for your appointment," he said, pulling the leash behind him. Celly followed, crawiling behind her trainers, after Mistress Daisy had fastened hoofcuffs to her. The two siblings soon brought Celly to the dungeon, and as soon as the door closed, the fun started.

"Turn around and show us your slit, slave!" Archibald barked. Celly moaned, but obeyed without hesitation, turning around and bending over, her soaking cunt on display. Daisy laughed.

"It's astonishing how wet you get from shame and humiliation, slut! Lift your tail and show us that other hole!" she snapped. Celly obeyed instantly, lifting her tail high, her asshole and soaked pussy now in full view. She could hear Archibald's hoofsteps approach, and felt him fasten a blindfold to her. Now, she was at the mercy of her trainers, and the thought of it got her even more soaked.

"What are you, slut?" Daisy asked. This was the question always asked, the question that would destroy the final hesitation of Princess Celestia and turn her, fully, into the submissive Celly.

"Your flave, Mifftreff! I'm your flave!" She was rewarded with a smack to her ass by Daisy's crop.

"Good girl. Who owns you, slave?" Archibald asked, fastening Celly's wings down at her side.

"You, Mafter! You and Mifftreff own meh!

"Damn right we do, slut. Soon, we'll own you fully. Body, mind and soul. You'll be nothing but our fuck slave!" Daisy said, smacking Celly's ass again, releasing a moan from the bound alicorn.

"Yeff, Miftreff! I want fhat! I fwant to fe owned fully!" Celly begged behind the gag.

"Well, you have to prove it then, slave. Stand up and position yourself on the cross!" Archibald barked. Celly stood up and slowly got into position at the X-Frame, a bit difficult with the blindfold, but she managed to get there. Her trainers fastened her to the cross and that's when she felt it, a faint vibration on her soaked slit and aching clit, causing her to moan loudly from behind the gag. Daisy started nibbling her neck, as Celly bucked against the vibrations.

"She's getting pretty soaked, sis," Archibald said.

"Then shut it off, hay for brains! I'll start the spell. Where do you want it first, slave?" Daisy asked.

"My cheft, Mifftreff! My cheft!" Daisy's horn lit up, sparking with electricity as she brought it slowly down to Celly's chest. The vibration on her pussy was gone, and Celly was going crazy. She knew the sparks were there, but she couldn't feel them.

"What are you, slave?" Daisy growled.

"Yur popety, Mifftreff!"

"Damn right." Then the sparks hit Celly's chest.

"AHHH! YEF! FHANK YOU, MIFTREFF!" While Daisy was occupied with shocking Celly, Archibald began to give periodic smacks to Celly's hindlegs and clit with the crop.

"Are you a Princess right now?!" Archibald barked.

"No, Mafter!"

"What are you?"

"I'm a worfleff flave!"

"You're what?"

SMACK!

"I'm a worfleff flave!"

"Again!"

SMACK!

"I'm a worfleff flave!"

"Louder, slut!" Daisy barked.

SMACK!!

"AHHH! I'M A WORFLEFF FLAVE!!"

"Good. What do slaves get?!" Daisy asked.

"Fhey get punifed!" Celly moaned.

"Good girl," Daisy said, rewarding her with a smack on her ass. Celly, in the meantime, was in ecstasy. Here, with these two, she didn't HAVE to be Princess Celestia. She didn't have to worry about the Joker, or her accomplice, or the Mirror Pool clone. Here, she could just let loose.

Meanwhile, Luna was conducting her search for the best detective in Equestria, which was easier said than done. She'd already checked in Las Pegasus, and was now scouring Manehatten. The problem was, finding even an adequate detective was a tall order, as the profession was not widely practiced in Equestria. The Batmare was the only one she could think of that could ACTUALLY be called a detective. She had an entire city to scour, and little time to do it. Best to start with the financial district.

"YES! YES! HARDER! PLEASE!" Celly screamed! Now filled with her Master's cock and Mistress' strapon, Celly was in between the two, Archibald in the front filling her pussy, and Daisy behind in her ass.

"Are you ordering US, slave?!" Daisy asked, ceasing her thrusting.

"No, Mistress!" Celly moaned.

"What are you?!" Archibald growled, pulling back on Celly's mane.

"A slave, Master!"

"And what are we?" Daisy asked, pushing on Celly's throat.

"My owners, Mistress!"

"Very good! Aside from that one slip up, you've been very good today, Celly. So, now, you may cum," Archibald said, pushing deeper into her.

"Oh thank you, Master!" Celly squealed, cumming hard and soaking her Master and Mistress. Finally, once she'd finished, Daisy and Archibald pulled out and removed Celly's collar and the restraints.

"Wow, Princess. You really had us go all out!" Archibald said.

"Is something the matter, Princess? You can talk to us," Daisy said, stroking Celestia's mane.

"It's my former student, Twilight. She..she's gone missing, and nopony is sure WHERE she is. Along with that, the Joker's escaped, WITH an accomplice too. Now, I have two of them to deal with. I just..I needed to unwind. To get my mind clear before the Gala," the alicorn said.

"Well, Daisy and I are always happy to help you, Princess," Archibald said, smiling.

"I know, and thank you. Would it be too..forward to invite you both to the Gala?" Celestia asked, biting her lip. She wasn't sure how busy the siblings were and didn't want to conflict with their schedule.

"We can always make time for you, Princess. If you want, Archie and I can assist you with the whole 'Twilight' situation, or the Joker one. We've got some talent at sussing out secrets," Daisy said with a smirk. Celestia smiled, teleporting the three of them back to her bedchambers and onto the bed. The unicorn smiled, kissing Celestia on the head and then pulled up the comforter over the three of them, inviting the realm of sleep. It would be a while before Luna came back, after all.

Author's Note

Ok. Truth time. The only reason I put that small excursion to Luna in this chapter is simply cause I was feeling the scene was going too long. So, it's a bit of a relief. Archibald and Daisy are COMPLETELY new characters that I made up. I actually based them on Rooster and Lily St. Regis from 'Annie', just as siblings. (Now, I'm thinking of the three of them singing 'Easy Street'). Archie and Daisy are going to be the antagonists ALONG with Celestia, to combat our "heroes" Pinkie, Twilight and Moondancer. Next chapter is the GALA, where we'll see a lot of familiar faces, and well, it's a party. You know how the Joker gets with a party. (If you've seen the Dark Knight, you'll get the reference. If you haven't, go see it. Now. For the sake of all things holy.) Stay tuned guys.