1 Work in Porn Battle XI (Eleven Days of Porn)
It's 4004, and nobody on Earth-- two humans and an angel, at the moment-- knows exactly why they're counting down the years instead of up. Not yet. The sky is huge and the air is heavy with nectar and the sweetness of overabundant fruit decaying in the lush grass. The angel beams like an excited Child (not that anybody knows what children are yet, either) as a fat, fuzzy Bee bumbles peacefully past his face, leaving a dusting of gold pollen on his eyelashes.
He's distracted, and almost misses it: the parting of lush grasses, the hiss of scales over earth, and the flash of a thick, muscular coil through the undergrowth. Sunlight shining off scales in a shade so deeply tinted that they're nearly black.
He never does end up reporting the Serpent.