A very special christmas.
And by special I mean kinky.

Duh...

Aero was lying on his belly, snoring lightly, his red, wooly scarf still wrapped around his neck. He opened his mouth a bit in his sleep, a content sigh exiting his mouth, along with the tip of his tongue. The golden vulpine was mostly naked, except for his light-blue pair of boxers... and the scarf of course. He murmured something, hugging the huge pillow his chest was resting on. While he had slept his blanket had slid off him and had fallen onto the ground, lying there all abandoned now.
It was a picture of beauty and calmness. The fox resting on top of the bed, the scented candle burning on his nightstand and the half-decorated christmas tree in the corner of the one room apartment. It was one of those plastic trees, which didn't look very real, but it was perfect for such a small apartment. And it didn't leave any dirt, if you had it standing around until february. The windows were tinted in a weird whiteish blue, with the snow clinging to them and the heater was running full power, keeping the sleeping vulpine heavenly warm even without his covers.
The radi alarm, which had gone off several hours ago had fallen silent again, as the fox had completely slept through it. Now the radio was playing a quiet and relaxing christmas tune. Well, it was as relaxing as those could get at least. „Good morning, dear listeners. It's 6:30 and this is HeartFM, wishing all our listeners a merry and joyful christmas...“ This is as far as the anouncer got, before Aero slammed his hand down on the radio. He rose with a loud yawn and sat up, scratching his back. His vision was still blurry, so he blinked a few times. „Yeah, happy corporate invention day...“ Actually he kinda liked christmas. He just didn't like all the fuss about it. Especially the decorating and caroling and all the stress that came with it.
„Not a nice way to day it, but happy christmas to you too.“ The voice was kinda squeaky and annoying after only one sentence, so Aero just waved it off and got up, stretching his body.

Wait a second. He blinked a few times. Aero lived alone in this small apartment. He looked around the room, his fur standing up, making him appear a lot bigger and... a lot more fluffy. To fluffy almost. There was no answer. „Eh, must've been the radio.“ He poked it with his four-toed foot and giggled, picking his t-shirt off from the floor and putting it on. He didn't bother with pants yet.
Normnally he first went into the bathroom in the morning and this day was no exception. First he brushed his teeth. He had found a neat little invention: It was a toothpaste that didn't have a foaming agent mixed in and was pretty much tasteless. What little taste it did have was kinda weird though. It tasted like glass. The paste not having a foaming agent meant you had to brush longer and more diligent, but if you wanted to eat anything after brushing your teeth it wouldn't alter the taste much. Tothpaste and oragne juice had never sounded so appealing.
Next came the shower. A long and warm shower. Not too hot though, the temperature needed to be juuuuuust right. Adjusting the temperature on his old shower was an art of its own, but he had perfected it and so after a few moments he let out a sigh of pure bliss, as the water ran down over his body. He took his sweet time washing up. He had nowhere to go after all... Well, at least not in the morning. He was invited for christmas dinner at a friend's house later that evening. He had even gotten them all presents..
After the shower was concluded he dried himself off with a towel, which took way longer than usual. He didn't like being damp. Especially when it was cold outside.
He picked up his discarded shirt and underpants, before walking back into his room. The radio was still playing christmas jungles. „Hey, didn't I turn you off already?“ He threw his undies towards the clothing bin and his shirt on the bed. He could still wear that one, until it was time to dress properly for the dinner. He slapped the radio again and grumbled something inaudible, turning towards the kitchen. He needed coffee.
He slid his favourite cup in place and pushed the button on his coffee maker. The machine gave a gurgling and rumbling response and a few seconds later his cup began to fill with coffee.
While the machine was busy he opened the fridge and got himself breakfast.
Or not. The fridge was mostly empty. Well, there were some leftover cookies one of his female friends had given him about a week ago, so with a low grumble he snatched those up, munching on them, while his mug filled. He took a long sip, after the machine was done and threw the last of the cookies into the air, catching it with his mouth. Then he walked back into his bedroom. And dropped his cup.

Right there, in the middle of his table sat an elf. Not a big one, like from the lord of the rings, no, a little one, dressed like the elf on the shelf. He looked grumpy, sitting there with his arms crossed in front of his chest, a tiny list floating next to him, with an even tinier quill hovering right next to it. „Are you done ignoring me yet?“
Aero slammed the door shut, his heart beating wildly. He leaned against the wall in his tiny kitchen, his eyes opened wide, mouth hanging open. „I'm seeing things, right? What was in that coffee?“ He opened the door a little and spied into his bedroom. Yup, he wasstill there. Aero gulped quite audibly, rubbing his eyes.
He was still there. And the radio was turned on again, sice the air was filled once more with happy, jolly christmas songs. „I am waiting! I don't have all day!“ 
He slammed the door shut again, as he heard thesqueaky voice. Thinking quickly he grabbed the flyswatter, that was lying nearby and the plastic lid of his bin, holding it like a shield. Then he opened the door again, slowly approaching the elf, the flyswatter raised into the air, like a weapon. „W-who...“ „Let's skip this part, okay? You know who I am... Well, what I am at least. Take a seat, we have business to discuss.“ Aero just dropped his weapons and slumped down on top of one of the two chairs he posessed. „What the hell...“
„Oh, Hell might have more to do with it, than you might think.“ The elf snickered, grabbing the floating paper and quill.“ „WHAT is even going on here?“ Aero's calm demeanor finally broke completely. This was all a little too much. „Well, let's just say the north pole is under new managment.“ The elf who looked like an arctic wolf underneath his sill dress -which was something Aero only noticed now- pulled a pair of reading glasses out of his chest pocket, reading over his list. „Just so you know, I'll put rude on your list as well.“ The quill darted towards the list the elf was holding, scribbling one word on it.
Aero jumped, as he saw this. Well, he tried to. Without him noticing he had been tied to the chair with green ribbons. They even had little bows on them, making them look like they belonged on a christmas gift. „What the hell!“ He tried jumping again, but he just succeeded in making the chair budge a little.
„Silence!“ The elf sounded dead serious. As dead serious as a foot tal elf with a squeaky voice could sound at least. He snapped his fingers and another length of ribbon began sneaking up the foxes leg, curling around his torso like a snake, giving him quite the squeeze, before it slithered off to his right arm, tying it to the chair as well. Aero gasped and looked around, raising his other hand and quickly bringing it down on the elf, as if to squish him. Well, he tried to, but another bit of ribbon caught him by the wrist just in time and pulled his hand back towards the chair. The fox could feel his heart beat so strong it almost seemed like that muscle was going to jump out of his mouth any second now. He could only whimper, as another piece of ribbon -this one red- wormed its way up his body and around his neck. Aero gulped, thinking the ribbon was going to choke him, but it jumped from his throat and onto his muzzle, tying it shut and topping it off with another little bow.
The elf snickered. „Makes you look like a present~“ Then he cleared his throat. „Aero the fox... What, no last name?“ He adjusted the glasses, squinting at the list. „Ah, I'll just call you Aero then. Anyways...“ He cleared his throat again and looked up at the vulpine. „Aero, you have been found guilty of being a naughty boy throughout the last year. Your 'crimes' involve littering, a really bad attitude, lying to your friends and of course being rude. But all of this is nothing when compared to your most heinous crime, the worst crime anyone could commit: Not spreading the christmas spirit.“ The wolf elf jumped to his feet, as he said that and pointed at the fox, as if he was threatning him. „I myself was a witness of your crimes and I can testify you clearly belong on the naughty list! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY ABOUT YOURSELF?“ Aero gulped. Even if he had known what he should say at that he had no idea how he should say it with the ribbon holding his mouth shut.
„You may ask yourself 'What is going on here? Why am I only now being judged for my CRIMES against CHRISTMAS?'. Well, the answer is simple: The new Santa is a lot stricter than the old fat man ever was.“
Aero cocked his head sideways. New Santa? „Yes, the new Santa. The old one died. That happens every few centuries. We'll all miss him. He was a nice man. TOO NICE!“ The elf stomped on the table a few times, underlining his argument. „But then he passed away this July, leaving the throne of the northpole for his predecessor and our new Santa took matters into his hands. Every naughty person, wether kit or not is to be punished severely, so they all turn into good cubs once again.“ He was standing there with a smirk on his face. „Approximately ninety-seven percent of the worlds population were naughty this year and... oh no, you stay here!“ 
While the elf had been gloating Aero had begin scooting backwards, trying to get away from him. The ribbons around his limbs squeezed him tightly, digging into his skin a little bit, but the one around his muzzle seemed to stay just the way it was. He yelped and stopped squirming. The elf  glared daggers at him, but stood silent, before breaking out that smirk again. Then he pulled something frok his pocket, which looked like a toy cellphone. „Yes, hello headquarters? Milo reporting in from Nuaghty subject #3.427.246.027... Yes, he has been especially naughty... No, I am not throwing a fit again... Yes, I am serious... I TOLD YOU I AM NOT THROWING A FIT LINDA!... Yes, I request Krampus... No wait... Rudolph, bring me Rudolph.“ Aero shivered. What was this madness? He still only understood about half of what was hapening, but he knew already he wouldn't like what was going to come. He seriously did crave some answers, so while the elf as distracted he looked around the room. There was a knife at the table. He hadn't goten around to doing yesterday's dishes yet. That was good. He moved his hand a little, missing the handle by just an inch, so he strained a little, jumping towards the table. That is incredibly hard to do while tied to a chair. After every jump he looked at the elf, who was still rambling away at his phone. „I DON'T CARE... I KNOW THEY'VE BOTH BEEN BUSY“ Aero gulped again, reaching for the knife once more. He reached the handle, but not enough to grab it yet. Come on, come on...
The fox grit his teeth, strainign his fingers to their limit. Finally he managed to get the last digit of his middle finger on the handle. Slowly he pulled the knife towards himself. He flinched, as he heard a scraping dound, but the elf didn't seem to notice. A few seconds later he held it in his hand. He turned the blade towards his own wrist and began sawing through the ribbon, that kept his left hand captive, his eyes glued on the tiny wolf.
 After several long seconds he could feel the ribbon loosening. Aero nodded slightly, the knife slowly but surely digging through the plastic. His hand moved slowly, to not make any sound, but he could probably begun to sing and it would have been inaudible over the screaming elf...
Wait. It was silent. Too silent. Aero gulped, looking at the elf, just as the ribbon finally dropped of his wrist and fell onto the ground. The elf was standing there, tapping his foot.
„I.... uhhh... Sorry?“
„Linda. Get me both.“