Last night, I had a strange dream. Strange, as I didn't have very many vivid dreams, but stranger still because of what I saw.

I found myself standing in a wide open green field, beautiful and serene but covered by overcast clouds. I felt lonely, and cold, and scared. The sort of thing that might have made this all come across as a nightmare, but then the clouds began to part and let the sun peek through. As I felt the warmth wash over me and the sky became bright blue, a winged figure began to descend from between the clouds.

She was an angel – I knew immediately from her figure, and I think I just knew on some deeper level as well. She had a rather human-like appearance, with tan skin and shoulder-length wavy brown hair, but it wouldn't be easy to mistake her for one. Besides the two obvious fluffy wings on her back, her head was framed in a golden light like a halo in medieval iconography and her eyes were blank, glowing pure white, with a third eye in the middle of her forehead, a shimmering purple itself — I got the impression that she could stare directly into my soul with that one. Her hands were pressed together as though in prayer, and she had a small smile on her face.

She was naked too, and I was in awe of her curvy body, flowing and wavy black hair, and massive, bouncy tits, far larger than I'd expect from a person of her size. As she landed gracefully a few feet away from me, I was feeling pretty fucking gay for her.

As for myself, I was dressed in the same pajamas I had been wearing when I went to sleep – an old gray tank top and sweatpants.

"Hi, Abby," the angel said in a soft and pretty voice, truly the voice of an angel. "I wanted to introduce myself to you in person, so we can get off to a good start together."

"Um… hi?" I said, taken aback. This naked angel lady who I had never seen before was standing right in front of me like it was a normal thing to do. This was definitely some kind of stress dream. But at the same time, there was something soothing about her presence. It didn't seem like she wanted to hurt me.

"I know everything must not be clear to you, Abby. But I wanted to try and explain to you why I'm here," she continued. "You see, I'm a seraphim in service of the Great Mother. I’ve been sent to purify your body.”

Oh god. No, no. She did want to hurt me after all. This was a stress dream, actually – a dream about my underlying fears of rejection and abuse, the kind of abuse I had received from some of my family members. When the angel said “Great Mother”, was that my brain’s interpretation of my grandmother?

Somehow, though, that didn’t sound right. The angel had called me Abby without any hesitation. Maybe my brain was just that confident in my identity. I wanted to think so.

“Purify me?” I asked, taking an apprehensive step back. “I don’t need to be purified. I’m good just as I am.”

The angel frowned. “Oh, no, no. You’re closer to purity than most, actually – that’s why you were chosen,” she said, reaching out to caress my cheek with her hand. “But all of humanity has long since become corrupted by its own sins, and by the sins of those that came before them.”

Wait, I was more pure than most other humans? I was a trans lesbian with two girlfriends – how the fuck was that pure by an angel’s standards? I had figured that if there was ever an agent of God talking to me, I would be denounced as a heretic and a sinner for like five different reasons. But I guessed this angel was loyal to this Great Mother, rather than the God I would have assumed.

…Why was I even entertaining this? This was a lucid dream at this point, I knew where I stood, and yet I was still regarding her as an angel and not just some manifestation of my subconscious. I had never been religious. I wasn’t raised to be, and the only religious people were the southern Baptists on my mom’s side of the family, who I didn’t want to touch with a ten-foot pole. It’s not that I didn’t have some idea of religion, though. Shit’s passed down, religious or not. I had read Genesis in a high school literature class. It was clear what the angel was referring to.

“You’re talking about original sin,” I said. The angel was still caressing my cheek, and even talking about such a ridiculous and guilt-tripping concept as original sin, her touch was comforting, even healing.

She slowly nodded, with a grave look on her face. “Yes,” she said. “The sin of Eden.”

I recalled the story in full, “When the snake convinced Eve to have Adam eat from the tree of knowledge.” What a bunch of misogynistic bullshit. I did not want to be living in a world where that really happened as described. Eve’s punishment was so cruel, in spite of Adam taking the first bite…

But to my surprise, the angel shook her head. “No, no… how corrupted the tales have become. The sin of Eden was a spiritual sin, not one of physical action. Eve and her wife Anna forsook Great Mother’s light and allowed themselves to be consumed by their ambitions. They gave up their connection to spiritual matters, and to Great Mother and Her angels like myself. It was a tragedy, and a failure of Great Mother Herself that She has come to recognize.”

Whoa. A lot to take in there. Was my brain really coming up with all of this on its own? I didn’t usually think about religion much. Where was this coming from? Eve, a lesbian? God, replaced with a Great Mother who would accept responsibility for Her own failures? That was heavy, and kind of cool.

"What kind of spiritual matters?" I asked. I had never had any kind of spirituality in my life.

"Matters of the flesh, for one," the angel said. "You cover it and do not let it free. Even here, in your dreams, that covering has become so fundamental to you after millenia of corruption that your subconscious prevents you from removing it." She pointed at my pajamas, covering my entire figure. Where was she going with this? I couldn’t help but blush.

"I–I mean, people need clothes! You're saying I'm corrupt because I wear clothes? People need them for warmth and shelter, and, I mean, I can't just go around naked, people don't want that! Me specifically, being trans, my body isn't–"

The angel put her finger up to my mouth motioning for me to be silent, and I felt immensely at ease. "You misunderstand, Abby," she said. "You are no more corrupt than the rest of humanity. These are not your sins to bear alone. But you also misunderstand the cause and effect. You only feel that you need covering, all of humanity feels that, because you have forsaken Great Mother. If you were in communion with Her, all of you, there would be no need. You would not need shelter. There would be no death and no suffering in a world without sin. All of your physical and emotional needs would be provided for."

In spite of the absurdity of this notion, it all sounded pretty great. My subconscious had cooked up some pretty exciting mythology tonight, and a really pretty angel to go along with it. I was beginning to wish this was all real.

“It is true,” the angel said, reading my mind. “I will put your worries to rest. Everything I’ve told you is true. I am no product of your subconscious, but a messenger.

“I will remain with you after tonight, Abby. This is only the beginning of our relationship. I will be your companion as I purify your body, guiding you on the path to humanity’s redemption.”

“Like a guardian angel?” I asked, somehow entertaining the idea.

She seemed to think for a moment. “Yes,” she responded carefully. “Much like your concept of a guardian angel. Though I may be more involved, as per my duty as a seraphim.”

“Involved how?” I asked.

She smiled. “I will be with you always, Abby, when you are asleep or awake. I will direct you away from corruption and sin and toward Great Mother’s purity, as I work to purify your body.”

Wait, no, I remembered now. I wasn’t going to entertain this any longer, not with this purifying my body crap. Even in the face of everything else here sounding almost OK, that made my blood boil. But in spite of that, I was having serious trouble willing myself to say “no” to this angel straightforwardly .

“OK, but what do you mean by purifying my body? I’ve spent the last four years getting my body where I want it to be. I don’t want to stop now.” That was what I could muster.

Without asking, the angel cupped her hand around my right cheek, then moved down toward my breast. I was a little unnerved, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to mind.

“Oh, no! You misunderstand,” she said. “I would never seek to prevent what you’ve been doing with your body. It’s quite admirable! As I said, you are closer to the purity of Great Mother Herself than the great majority of humanity. My purpose is to accelerate that process, to bring it beyond what is possible with human medicine.”

“What does that mean?” I asked. “Like you’re going to, uh… what?” It sounded like this angel approved of my transition, maybe? But she was being so vague about it, like this was a concept beyond my comprehension. And on some deeper level, I knew that it was.

“My name is Sapphira,” she said. “I am a Pride seraphim. I am tasked with enhancing your body’s Pride, bringing you closer to Great Mother’s purity.”

“My ‘pride’?” I asked. “Like, what, gay pride? What do you mean?” But on a deeper level, I knew that this was something much more cosmically significant, something beyond human understanding. I was being blessed with the virtue of Pride, something that I in some way lacked. I was proud of who I was, sure, but I did tend to struggle with self-worth. God, this was a weird stress dream. Where the hell was it coming from?

“No, no, though that sort of pride is also admirable,” Sapphira said. “In time, you will come to know Pride. It is not something that can be explained through words alone.”

Then, before I could respond, the clouds in the sky began to descend, swallowing up around me, and I could no longer see Sapphira. I could sense that she was still there somewhere, though, somehow, deep inside of me. She made me feel warm, my chest in particular, warming my heart, I thought. I knew that I had been blessed and protected.

And I woke up in my bed, still feeling warm and wonderful. I lived in an apartment together with my girlfriend Victoria, though it seemed she had already gone off to work. Oh my gosh, I had slept so late… it was 11:48 AM now, sneaking a peak at my phone. That dream was still so vivid in my mind. It must have been what prolonged my sleep.

Well, it was bad for me psychologically to wake up this late, but thankfully in this case, I was between jobs. There was nothing else to do but make the most of the rest of the day.

As I put on my clothes and brushed my teeth, I couldn’t help but notice that I actually felt really good. The back pain I had been experiencing since helping to lift a table unsafely about a week ago was totally gone, and my tits were feeling unusually sensitive in a way that they hadn’t since I started progesterone. Shit, they were feeling even more sensitive than that! While I had an omelette on the stove, I couldn’t help but start feeling them up… they finally felt amazing to touch, even to grab roughly. I loved when my girlfriends touched my tits, sure, but they had to be extra gentle or else it would often hurt quite a lot. But none of that was there now — it just felt amazing, sexual. And I could feel myself getting hard in the process.

Yes… yes! This was everything I had always wanted for my body! My omelette was probably close to burning by now, definitely a little overcooked at least, but I couldn’t stop feeling my nipples, grabbing at them with reckless abandon. It was just too good to pass up, every dream I had since I realized I was trans coming true in real time. If I was feeling so much from my own touch, what could Victoria make me feel?
And I felt something like a small voice in the back of my head. It took me a moment to parse what it was saying, but it sounded just like the angel from my dream, Sapphira, telling me that this was the Pride she spoke of. To love my body and myself.

BEEEEEP!

…Oh, fuck. The smoke alarm was going off now, snapping me out of my daydream. I was going to have to make a new omelette, though I couldn’t bring myself to care.

I did need to handle that, though… didn’t want the apartment filling up with smoke. I just felt like I could barely think. But it wasn’t due to smoke inhalation — I was just too fucking overwhelmed by the sensation of my tits, how wonderful and sensitive they were, like I could lie there forever, feeling them up, and need nothing else.

Fucking hell, the smoke alarm was going off, though! I ever so reluctantly pulled myself off the floor,took the pan off the stove, and turned the burner off. Jesus, I was gonna start a fire in my own apartment if I wasn’t careful. So many people would be put in danger by that! I really needed to get it together.

What the hell was happening? I hadn’t felt quite that sensitive since the first few months after I started HRT. And really, had I ever felt that sensitive? So sensitive that even a kitchen fire wouldn’t be enough to completely shake me from my own slutty stupor?

It was Pride, I thought, the idea appearing in my head once again. To let go of my worries and appreciate myself, that was the virtue of Pride. To be prideful of Great Mother’s gifts.

Oh, yeah, the Great Mother! That was so weird. She was that ridiculous goddess of lesbianism and purity or whatever that my brain had cooked up in my dreams. Mother of all humanity in a purely spiritual sense, I had to imagine. Sort of like the Abrahamic God, but also not? Like all of those Biblical legends and stories had really been true, but the Biblical versions were corrupted from what they had truly been. It was Anna and Eve, not Adam and Eve, and who knew what else was wrong… the changes could have been much more elaborate in some cases.

And there was something about how people weren’t meant to wear clothes? That’s how I could be sure that this was a textbook Weird Sex Dream. Still, I loved what hormones had done to my body, and my tits were still feeling amazing, so I decided to pull off the tank top I was wearing while I cleaned up the mess I had made and started work on a replacement omelette.

And there was something about pride in my own body, I think? Like Sapphira was supposed to be purifying my body or something, whatever that meant. Supposedly it didn’t mean reverting me to the body I was born with, at the very least. That was nice. I mean, shit, it was fun to think that this angel dream would somehow be what was making my tits more sensitive. It felt like that would be an expression of Pride, pride in my tits and the rest of my body. Sapphira said that I was chosen, and that she’d remain with me, right? So it was fun to imagine that my sensitivity right now, my intense desire to free my nipples, was a result of her influence.

It is a result of my influence, I imagined her saying. How quickly you become closer to Great Mother’s light, accepting Her into yourself? That was probably what she would say, I thought. My subconscious had come up with a pretty built-out character. It was pretty impressive. Dreams were like that sometimes.

I went about my chores for the rest of the day, watering the plants and washing the dishes and going grocery shopping, and as I did, I kept my top off every moment I could manage. Covering my nipples was too much, too overwhelming, much more than it ever had been before. There was no denying it — something was up. Maybe I really was just that horny. I’d have to bring it up with Victoria when she got home. I hadn’t felt this sexual in ages… I was coming up with scenarios. That only happened when I was onto something really good.

I kept imagining what Sapphira would say to me as the day went on, telling me to keep my top off and keep playing with my tits and whatever the hell else. It was all a bit silly, but it was also extremely hot, and I needed to tell Victoria about the dream I had had so badly. I needed to fuck her over this so badly, and I imagined Sapphira telling me that that was what I should do, that that was rightful, an expression of Pride and Lust…

Oh… ohhhhh… I got it. This Great Mother stuff was like some kind of backward conservative Christianity, so I guessed that Pride was sort of one of the seven deadly sins in this scenario, only recontextualized as virtues? I mean, I had only heard of the one, but I imagined that Sapphira would say Lust and Gluttony and Sloth right alongside it, so all the rest of this must’ve been at the edge of my mind during the dream and only now coalescing into anything coherent.

God, this dream was so elaborate! It felt like a gift that kept on giving. I felt like I could infodump about it to either of my partners for hours, so I ended up messaging my other partner Eleanor, who lived across the Atlantic Ocean from me, about it. Ze thought it sounded cool, and wondered if I was going to use it for a new story concept. Maybe I would write about this sometime — all of my best story ideas came to me in dreams, after all.

Victoria arrived home at around 6 PM, exhausted as she often was after a long day in the office. I greeted her with open arms, and a topless chest which felt like it had become even more sensitive with her around. That was definitely just horniness, I was certain of it.

My girlfriend Victoria was a little bit taller than me and had light skin and long curly black hair that went down to her shoulders. Compared to me, she was an expert with makeup, and she always looked so fucking beautiful and hot when she got home after work.

“Hey, honey!” she said, wrapping her arms around me, making me shiver with pleasure as my extremely sensitive nipples were stimulated.

“Hi, dar—darling,” I said, barely able to speak, my knees beginning to give out. “How was work today?”

“It was alright,” Victoria said with an exhausted tone. She didn’t usually like going too in-depth when she got home, and that was OK with me. I needed sex right now more than I needed to hear about her day.

“That’s really good!” I said, getting on my tip toes to kiss my girlfriend on the lips. “Do you want to fuck, sweetie?”

“I’m a little tired to do that right away,” she said. “And honestly, a little worried… did you ever put on a shirt today, honey? I know that you always feel pretty bad when I get home and you never got dressed all day.”

“Oh… no,” I said, giggling. “Don’t worry, Vicki, I got dressed earlier. I just took my shirt off because my tits are feeling incredibly sensitive today!”

“Oh, wow, they are, huh?” she said, grabbing my left tit with her right hand and speaking in an assertive tone of voice. I loved when she treated me like this, and this was the perfect moment for it. “That is really cute.”

“Y-yeah, and I had a really weird horny dream last night, too,” I said. “I need to go into detail about it with you, please… please?” I was desperate — I needed to fuck her so badly right now. I needed release from how sensitive my tits had gotten. I needed to show her my Pride.

She laughed a little, running her fingers through my hair gently.

“Alright, sweetie, we can do something together,” she said. “I’d love to hear about your dream at the very least.”

Victoria spent some time on her own on the couch reading and catching up with online posts, decompressing the way that she liked to after work, while I waited for her to be ready in the bedroom with bated breath. I loved my libido being this high. It felt so right, and I couldn’t stop touching my own tits and moaning and loving myself. Feeling Proud of myself.

And then Victoria came into the room with her shirt off and I immediately lost my shit. She looked so Prideful herself with her tits out on display. She threw herself on top of me and began playing with my own tits and my hair and I couldn’t stop squirming around no matter how hard I tried. It was so wonderful and overwhelming and there was no way I could get ahold of myself, because I didn’t want to, I just wanted to give into it and show as much love for her and Pride in myself as I possibly could. It was all such a fun scenario! And she needed to know about it.

I spent the next several minutes making out with my girlfriend, kissing her face all over before I finally built up the courage to tell her about my silly sex dream. It was something that I ultimately felt like more people needed to know about.

“So, like, in my dream…” I started.

“Yeah?” Victoria said, with the kind of excited and sweet look on her face that she only got when I was opening up to her about one of my kinks or something like that.

“Well, there was this angel, and she was supposed to be purifying my body or something? She was like my guardian angel.” Though I was a little embarrassed to say so, I actually remembered the dream in vivid detail like I had never remembered a dream before. I imagined Sapphira telling me that I should show Pride in remembering her, helping wash away some of that embarrassment that I always got when I was very horny.

“Her name was Sapphira,” I continued. “She called herself a Pride seraphim. Like, capital P Pride. The, uh, the ‘seven deadly sin’, only in the dream, they were all virtues instead of sins, I think. This part was kind of blurry. But she was the angel of a goddess called Great Mother, who was a little like the Christian God, only everything was basically backward. She liked sex a lot and wanted women to be naked and queer and to fuck each other.”

“Sounds hot,” Victoria said with a coy smile. “And pretty cathartic. You want me to pretend to be that angel? Purifying you?”

“I don’t know if that’s quite right,” I said. Imitating Sapphira felt like it would be somehow dishonorable toward her, and I couldn’t get along with that. “I think we should both basically be ourselves. Worshipping Great Mother together by fucking with wild abandon.”

“That could be hot too, I think,” she said, letting out a cute little giggle. I loved her so much!

I got the rest of my clothes off, showing Pride in my whole body, and Victoria got her pants off too, and she was showing Pride in her own body too. We were both united in this virtue, and in the virtue of Lust, the virtue of Envy of each others’ bodies, even, since we were both so beautiful to one another. I felt that Sapphira would approve of me in this moment, that I was closer to the absolute purity of Great Mother’s light.

It felt so conventional for my usual tastes, but I ended up sucking her girlcock until she came, imagining that Sapphira was encouraging me, telling me to accept my own sexuality and my own identity, telling me that I should let myself become overcome by Lust because one virtue would lead to another, Lust begetting Pride, which it was her role to engender in me. I imagined that Victoria and I were both wrapped in Sapphira’s ethereal and feathery wings, and it made me feel real warmth, comfort beyond what I would normally receive from fucking one of the loves of my life.

And even after Victoria came right into my mouth, a feat I was only very rarely able to accomplish, I still felt that warmth, an afterglow like I had never felt before. I heard Sapphira saying that through our act of Lust and Pride, Victoria and I had both accepted some of Great Mother’s light into ourselves, becoming ever closer to Her, ever more pure in body, mind, and soul. And I was doing good, spreading the knowledge of the Goddess to those I knew, my loved ones and beyond. More people needed to know, she said, more people needed to learn of Her light and accept it into themselves with the help of Her angels.

It all felt so real as Victoria helped me get off, jerking my girlcock with one hand while she played with my extremely sensitive tits with her mouth and other hand. It was so wonderful, feeling myself and Victoria as well subsumed by the light and purity of the Goddess who created the world, created us. Humanity had gone so far astray from its true purpose, consumed by sin, and we were doing what small part we could to free ourselves from that. To become pure.

Yes, I heard Sapphira saying. Ultimate purity to be found in Great Mother’s light. And as I came close to cumming, Victoria kissing me on the lips, I felt an overwhelming sense of dissociation. I had experienced such feelings in the past at moments of extreme stress and fear, but though it was familiar as dissociation, it was an altogether peaceful and warm feeling. Though I was still kissing Victoria back, savoring the moment, I knew that I was no longer in control of my own body. Another force was here inside my soul, something greater than myself.

Your Pride, Abby! Sapphira said, and I knew it was her controlling me. Your virtue! Your purity! It is overflowing in this moment, enough to render you a suitable vessel for me!

Yes! I realized it now so clearly. The purpose of achieving purity was not merely to garner Great Mother’s approval, but to make oneself a vessel for Her angels, an appropriate form in body, mind, and soul to contain their infinite light. They were meant to inhabit the world alongside us, but humanity’s own impurities had kept us separated since the sin of Eden.

As though from afar, I saw myself glowing, surrounded by Sapphira’s aura, ethereal, feathery wings sprouting from my back, a halo surrounding my head. She had become one with me, and it was her who kissed Victoria now, an expression of my love channeled through her. I think that Victoria noticed it too, my form glowing with Sapphira’s light as I came all over the bed, over her hands, and felt more at peace than I ever had.

Then it was over. The light faded, and all returned to what it had been. I inhabited my body again, and looked up at Victoria with a small smile, weathered by a wonderful orgasm. I felt suddenly empty, Sapphira no longer with me, at least not as intimately.

Right. It had all been a dream, and a silly sex fantasy. But it had been so fun to take it this far, to imagine my body suffused with Sapphira’s light.

My tits were still incredibly sensitive, though.

“You were so cute!” Victoria said with a warm smile of her own. “You looked like you were glowing at the end there!”

“I—I was,” I said, beaming back at my girlfriend.

Victoria giggled and kissed me on the lips, but didn’t say anything. I could tell she wasn’t taking me quite as seriously as I meant it. But that was OK. It had been a wonderful dream, something on the level of a hallucination, even, and I knew I wouldn’t forget it any time soon. This had been the best sex I had ever had with her.

We got ourselves cleaned up and eventually cooked dinner together, neither of us putting our clothes back on for the rest of the night. It felt so wonderful being naked together, showing our Pride. And even though sex was long-concluded as we sat down to eat, I still imagined Sapphira watching over me, pleased with my purity, pleased with the purity I had inspired in my girlfriend as we fucked each other. Thanks to me, we were both closer to Great Mother’s light.

It was fun to imagine that one day, my whole community would be this way. Even longer, and all of humanity would be returned to a purified state, free of sin, and all would be in harmony together in the loving eyes of Great Mother. That would be the logical endgame here, wouldn’t it? To make all humanity into hedonistic and horny lesbians? Oh yeah, there would have to be large-scale force-femming on the table, for sure. That wasn’t usually something I was so into, but it only made sense in this particular scenario.

I imagined Sapphira’s approval, and hoped I would dream of her once again the following night. That basically never happened, though — it wasn’t so easy to dream on command. But with faith, hope, and Pride in my heart as I lay down in Victoria’s arms for the night, I thought that there was at least a slight chance that I’d see her again sooner than later, to be purified further by her light. Great Mother’s light, shining on through her angelic form.