After a near 3 year absence, she's finally back. Yes, Priscilla Multibux, the spoiled princess has returned to make life miserable for Marshall and his friends just because she's filthy rich and she can do whatever she wants.

It all began when a invitation showed up at the Foxstone house by mail. It was sent by Mr. Paulson Multibux inviting Marshall for a playdate visit with his daughter at his manor. While Marshall had some major issues with Priscilla in the past due to her trying to buy him and his friends for fun, he didn't want to do with anything with her, and refused to go to the playdate.

But Marshall's mommy, Laura, had the last word and insisted that Marshall should go. The Mutibuxses are a wealthy family, and Laura insists that Marshall should experience their lavish lifestyles. So Marshall had no choice but to go with the playdate, whatever he approves or not.

As Marshall arrived at the Mutibux Estate, he was greeted by Paulson Multibux.

Paulson: "Welcome Master Marshall. I see that you have decided to join my daughter's playdate. I'm very happy that you decided to do this for Priscilla never gets to have too many playdates."

Marshall: "Yeah, the way that she likes to buy her friends and turn them to slaves, I could see why she doesn't have many playdates."

Paulson: "Yes, yes, I know that Priscilla can be a selfish, self-centered brat, I just wish that she has to realize that all the money I make goes out to charities for the needy, not for herself. But if she gives you any trouble, I'll take of her. Now go have a wonderful time!"

Marshall: "I'll try. But I know what the outcome will be."

As Marshall entered the huge mansion, Priscilla was waiting at the front hall, wearing her special emerald necklace, a ring with a huge diamond engraved on it, a solid gold pacifier in her mouth, and a disposable diaper with dollar signs on the front tape panel.

Priscilla: "Greetings lowly peasant! I see that you have the guts to be my personal plaything today!"

Marshall: *frowning upon hearing the word "plaything", realizing that she hasn't changed at all* "You might say that this playdate's a forced one. And I'm NOT your plaything!"

Pricsilla: "We'll see about that, no money fox! Now follow me to the playroom, and we'll begin our playdate."

Marshall begrudging followed, even though he didn't really want to. Soon, the two cubs entered Priscilla's playroom which is filled with huge treasures all along the floor. Marshall saw various diamonds, bags of money, and shiny bars made out of 14 karat gold.

Priscilla: "Welcome to my playroom! As you could see, all of my toys are diamonds, moneybags, and bars of gold. Unlike you normal peons that like to play with toys, I like to play with treasures!"

Marshall: *sarcastically* "Why am I not surprised?!"

Priscilla: "But before we could play, how about a little bet?"

Marshall: *suspiciously* "What kind of bet?"

Priscilla: "I'll bet that I could read your mind, little fox. If I'm wrong, you could leave this playdate if you like, but if I'm correct, you'll have to be my personal slave for the entire day."

Marshall: *still suspicious, but decides to play along* "Okay."

Priscilla: "Good. Now, think of a number between one and three."

Marshall: "A number between one and three... " *thinks* "Okay, got it."

Priscilla: "Your number is... Two!"

Marshall: "Hey, that's right! How did you... " *pauses, then frowns* "Waaaaaaait... two was the only number!! You tricked me, you little brat!!"

Priscilla: *giggling with evil glee* It doesn't matter that I tricked you or not. You should know that when you play a bet with a princess, the princess always wins! And it looks like I've won a mindless slave for this playdate!"

Moments later, Marshall was sitting on the floor wearing a bib with the word "SLAVE" around his neck, and a scowl on his face. Priscilla sat down next to him and extended her finger which had a diamond ring on it in front of Marshall's face.

Priscilla: "For the Princess's royal decree, I demand that the mindless slave kiss the royal ring!"

Marshall: "Never! You've tricked me in being your slave! I'm not kissing no stinkin' ring!"

Priscilla: *frowning* "I don't think that you've heard me correctly, slave! I said kiss the royal ring!!"

Marshall: "I'd rather kiss a ugly troll with halitosis than to kiss a stupid ring! Besides, I'll bet that diamond on it is fake!"

Priscilla gasped with shock at the word "fake" and glared at Marshall while turing red with anger.

Priscilla: *screaming* "Fake?? FAKE?!!? HOW DARE YOU!!! THE PRINCESS'S ROYAL RING IS NOT FAKE!!!!"

Marshall: "Yes it is! Now that I look at the diamond closely, it looks like glass to me! That ring's just as phony as a cheap toy you get out of a gumball dispenser for 25 cents!"

Priscilla: *now really red with anger* "That's it!! If the slave doesn't kiss the royal ring now, the slave will be reduced as the princess's royal diaper changer!!"

Marshall: "I'm not kissing any toy ring, and I'm not changing your diaper! *looks down at Priscilla's diaper* Besides, your diaper's not even used yet!

Priscilla: "Not yet it isn't, but it will be soon!" *walks over to a corner of the playroom which has a changing table and and takes one of her diapers from the shelf* "You see this diaper? You can't afford these diapers! These diapers are the finest diapers money could buy, and fit for a princess! And when I make the world's biggest mess, you're gonna change it, buster!! For I am the princess and the princess always..."

Suddenly, Priscilla was interrupted by a middle aged female bear named Betsy.

Betsy: "Oh princess, did you mention that you need a change?"

Priscilla: *annoyed* "Not now Nana Betsy!! Me and my plaything are playing Princess and Slave!!"

Betsy: "Are you sure, princess? *quickly takes a peek at Priscilla's backside for a diaper check*

Priscilla: *turning red with embarrassment* "Beeeeesssssty!!! Not in front of the slave!!!

Betsy: "Okay, your diaper's clean. *turns towards Marshall* Do you need a diaper change, young fox?"

Marshall: *snickering at Priscillla's embarrassing diaper check* "No, I'm good."

Betsy: "Okay. I'll let you two continue with your playtime. If you need anything, just call me."

As Betsy left the playroom, Priscilla turned towards Marshall with extreme disgust.

Priscilla: "That's not funny, slave!!"

Marshall: "Who was that nice bear?"

Priscilla: "My nanny! She makes sure that my diapers are clean, has my snacks on time, and gets me ready for bedtime at 9pm sharp! Ugh!! What a brainless ditz! I wish daddy would fire her!" *pauses momentarily* "Now, where were we? Oh yes! *she then squatted down* Little did Betsy know that I really HAVE to go potty! And in a moment, you'll be changing me, slave!"

Moments later, Paulson has met up with Betsy in the living room.

Betsy: "Hello, Master Multibux.

Paulson: "Hello Betsy, did you check upon Priscilla and her guest?"

Betsy: "Yes I did. In fact, she and her playmate are playing her favorite game, "Princess and Slave".

Paulson: "That's nice. I knew that if she could be more friendly with her playmates... Wait a minute... did you say that she's playing Princess and Slave??"

Betsy: "That's right Master Multibux. Her playmate's even wearing the special slave bib too."

Paulson: *smacks his forehead with his paw and groans out loud* "Damn it!! I've told her many times not to turn her friends into slaves! I better put a stop to this at once!"

Paulson then raced up to the playroom where he saw her daughter in a squatting position. She just soaked her diaper and is now waiting to do number two.

Priscilla: "Last chance, slave! Either kiss the ring or change the royal messy diaper!"

Marshall: "I still refuse to do either! Besides, don't look now, but isn't that your daddy who just walked in?"

Priscilla: "Hah! I don't believe you! My daddy wouldn't think of walking in during my...."

Paulson: "PRISCILLA MULTIBUX!!!"

Priscilla: "Eeeek!!!" *makes a huge mess in her diaper upon being frightened by her father's sharp command* "Daaaaddddy!!! Me and my plaything was just playing!!!"

Paulson: "Don't you daddy me! Didn't I told you not to turn your friends into slaves on this playdate? This is why you don't have any playdates at all!"

Priscilla: "Friends???" Princesses don't need friends!! They need slaves because the princess always make the rules and..."

Paulson: *interrupting her daughter* "I don't care if the princess makes the rules or not!" *sniffs* "Phew! On top of that, you lied to Betsy about needing a change! Your diaper's filthy!"

Priscilla: *pouting* "I don't need a change! *points towards Marshall* Besides, my slave was going to change me before you came in and ruined everything!!"

Paulson: "Oh no he's not!" *summons Betsy who came up immediately* "Betsy, take Priscilla to her room, have her diaper changed, and then have her down for a nap. As far as I'm concerned, this playdate's over!"

Betsy: "Yes Master Multibux." *picks up Priscilla and heads towards her room* "Come along Master Priscilla... *sniff sniff* Phew! You DO need a change, you naughty girl!"

Priscilla: *starts bawling as Betsy carried her down the hall* "But... but... no! I don't wanna change! I don't wanna nap!! I wanna play with my slave!!! I'm the princess!!! WAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"

Marshall, now relieved that the playdate's over, takes off the slave bib tied to his neck.

Paulson: "Sorry that this playdate ended on a sour note for you, Master Marshall. I hope that my daughter didn't do any physical damage to you."

Marshall: "No, she just damaged my pride, that's all. I've kinda figured that this playdate would turn out all wrong in the first place."

Paulson: "I've kinda figured myself too." He then reached down and opened up one of the bags of money in the playroom, takes out $5000.00, and gives to Marshall.

Marshall: "What's this for?"

Paulson: "Let's just say that me and Priscilla made each other a bet ourselves. That money in those moneybags are her allowance money, and whenever she turns any of her playmates into slaves, she loses her allowance money."

Marshall shrugs and took the money and puts it underneath the lining inside his cap.

Paulson: "Is there anything else that I could do for you, Master Marshall?"

Marshall then looks down at his diaper which is now soaked.

Marshall: "Well, I could use a diaper change. All that harassment from Priscilla made me wet myself."

Paulson: "Granted!" He then summons Betsy who just came out from Priscilla's room. "Betsy, would you be kindly enough to give Master Marshall a diaper change? And give him one of Priscilla's diapers too."

Betsy: "With pleasure!" She then picked up Marshall, laid him on the changing table in the playroom, and changed him into one of Priscilla's finest diapers.

Marshall: "Hmmm... these diapers feel no different than the ones I wear. I thought these were the best diapers that money could buy!"

Paulson: "Oh, she just says that just to make her feel so important. You know how princesses are. In reality, those "finest diapers that money could buy" are really plain white diapers I've purchased at the discount big baby online shop. She adds the dollar sign landing strips herself. However, she does have some PeekABU's, but she only wears them if she's good! But since she broke her promise to me, I'm giving you some of her packs for your troubles."

After his change, Marshall then said goodbye to Paulson and Betsy and left the Multibux Estate with a clean fresh diaper, $5000.00 tucked under his cap, and 8 packs of PeekABU diapers.

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