Word that Santa has turned evil, flying from house to house and pilfering the presents of all the good boys and girls, spreads fast. But the culprit and his strange little "elves" prove too elusive for the police to keep up with. Has Santa finally gotten fed up and gone bad? That's the question DuraBelle is desperate to answer, for herself as much as anyone else, when she at last catches up with the pretender on the outskirts of the city at a sleepy mansion - just a few hours before dawn.

I mean he's got the jacket, the hat, and the beard - and for the always-gorgeous but often-airheaded Belle that was pretty much all you needed to be a 100% genuine Santa Claws! "Santa! What are you doing? Are we ALL on the naughty list?!" she asked, fearful of the answer.

Our so-called Santa, cigar hanging from his mouth and directing his minions about, looks back over his shoulder. Surprised to see the sexy super-heroic sweetheart, but even more surprised that the redheaded rabbit doesn't recognize one of her greatest foes - Latex Legion - when he's right in front of her! Can she really be THIS dense?

"Ho ho ho! Well, just one ho but at least it's one of my favorites!" Santa sneered as his minions grabbed hold of the invincible icon's long hoppers from either side.

"Santa! What are you doing?!?" the rabbit cried, not wanting to hurt the beloved Santa Claws even though his beard was totally slipping and he didn't even have the pants or anything.

"You know what they say, DuraBelle, the best gifts really ARE the ones you give yourself!" a palm raised and suddenly the better part of the curvy crusader's costume was melting down her fur like liquidy, latexy, melting snow! Another wriggle of his fingers and the merest thought caused some of his fake "elves" to peel and stretch pieces off themselves. Quickly remade into gooey bonds for the meddling lapine's wrists and ankles.

As Santa found a comfy chair and pulled the all-but-gift-wrapped do-gooder into his lap, his beard finally slipped under his chin. "Wait a minute, you're not Santa Claws!!" Belle cried in horror!

"Are you being serious right now? That wasn't obvious when you first came in here? My hair's not even white. How many times HAVE you been hit on the head?" Latex Legion shook his own head, remembering himself, "No matter. This is my last stop anyway, I've finally gotten what we've been after all night long...."

"What the HECK are you TALKING about?!?" the rabbit gasped.

"Why, my dear DuraBelle, isn't it obvious? All I wanted for Christmas...is YOUUUU!"

They say DuraBelle's groan could be heard for miles through the snowy night.

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An absolutely magical bit of Christmas peril by the one and only  twinkle-sez Yes, that one! I'm such a forever fanbun!

Santa Claws/Latex Legion is of course my most nefarious of besties,  kelshin

DuraBelle/Izzabelle belongs to me! Merry Christmas, everyone!