When Worlds Collide

Michael turned the knob of the front door, the familiar click echoing through the cozy apartment. The scent of baked cookies wafted through the air, a sweet reminder of Sadie's love for baking. He had been away on a business trip for a week but it felt like an eternity, and all he wanted was to escape the sterile confines of hotels and airplanes, to lose himself in Sadie's warm embrace.

He stepped inside, his heart swelling at the sight of their home—a sunlit sanctuary filled with laughter and love. The walls were adorned with family photographs, each one a testament to their shared history. A mismatched assortment of vintage furniture filled the space, each piece telling a story of their love and life together. The plush, ivory carpet felt soft beneath his feet, a comforting welcome home.

"Sadie?" he called out, his voice a mixture of anticipation and exhaustion. No response. He dropped his duffle bag by the door, letting the silence of the apartment wrap around him.

"Sadie, I'm home," he tried again, his steps echoing as he made his way to the kitchen. The smell of cookies was stronger here, the cookies still in the oven cooking away. Sadie herself stood at the sink, back facing him, washing some of the dishes.

"Hey, there you. I can't believe you didn't meet me at the door," he said, walking up to his girlfriend and hugging her from behind. And for a moment, Michael took in all that he'd been missing the past week. The way her hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, the gentle sway of her hips as she pushed into him, the soft sounds of her humming. He reached for her, intending to spin her around and steal a kiss.

But as she turned around Michael stopped cold. In front of him, wasn't Sadie. Well, it was Sadie but also a bodyhopper wearing her. The hopper's face plastered on Sadie's body looked just as off as when Michael's did whenever he hopped her. The only difference here was that Michael was very clearly not the bodyhopper currently inside Sadie.

"Woah, what's going on here? Who are you?" Michael demanded, his voice laced with a mix of shock and anger. He stepped back, the intimacy of the moment shattered like glass. Sadie's face....no, the bodyhopper's face registered surprise. He held up his hands in a placating gesture.

"Ummm, whatever do you mean, sweetie?" the hopper in Sadie tried to mimic her voice and mannerisms.

"Cut the act, pal. You're not Sadie. I can see you're face. I'm a hopper too. Now, I'll ask again, who are you?" Michael's voice was steady, but his heart pounded in his chest like a drum.

The expression on the hopper's face changed to one of realization.

"Oh, sorry, man. I didn't know she was your mount," he said, his voice now devoid of Sadie's familiar lilt. He took a step back, his hands still up in a gesture of peace. "The names Marcus. I'm sorry, man. Like I said, I had no idea she was your mount."

Michael rolled his eyes internally. It looked like he was dealing with the typical bodyhopper here. Some asshole who didn't even refer to the women he mounted by their name. Instead just calling them a 'mount' as if they were a horse or a car.

"First, don't call her a 'mount'. Her name is Sadie," Michael corrected, his voice firm. "Second, she's my girlfriend and I'd like to know why you decided to shack up in her body and what....play house or something?" Michael said in disgust as he motioned to the cookies Marcus had been cooking in the oven. He must have used Sadie's memories to do so.

Marcus shrugged, trying to feign nonchalance, but his eyes betrayed him. "Hey, I mean I finished the job and was just trying to play wife a bit. You know, welcome home the man of the house, fuck his brains out, and then roll out. I didn't realize she was yours. I would never mess with another hopper's mount."

Michael crossed his arms. Why were hoppers so superficial? And what did he mean by job anyway? He scoffed, "Sure, because bodyhoppers are so respectful."

Marcus smirked, "Hey, don't hate the player, hate the game. We're not all bad."

"So you going to dismount her then?" Michael asked a bit surprised at Marcus's nonchalant attitude.

"I mean yeah of course, man. Like I said I had no idea," Marcus replied as he began to walk over to the couch. But he stopped midway, "Well, honestly man. I mean I was sort of expecting a good fucking after welcoming home her boyfriend," Marcus said motioning to Michael. "Her memories here tell me you're got a huge dick. Mind if I at least get some action with this pussy before I go?"

Michael rolled his eyes, knowing once again that he was dealing with your typical bodyhopper. "Fuck it, fine. But I want you out of her right afterwards," Michael said, walking over to the oven and shutting it off. At least the cookies wouldn't get burned.

Marcus's face looked gitty with excitment as he pulled the apron he'd been wearing off and let it fall to the floor. He unbuttoned Sadie's shirt, revealing her lacy bra underneath. "Oh come on, man. Don't be a spoil sport. One quick fuck and I promise I'll leave her. And hey, think of it this way. It will probably make her feel really good. She'll be in a great mood when she wakes up."

Michael ignored Marcus as he began to undress himself. He couldn't lie to himself, he was looking forward to fucking Sadie tonight. Only he'd wanted it to be his Sadie, not some bodyhopper wearing her. But he guessed he'd have to wait until after Marcus left. He could already see Sadie's confused and dazed eyes looking at him and demanding he tell her what happened. Lucky for him, Sadie was all too framiliar with getting mounted. She knew about bodyhoppers and more importantly she knew about Michael being one. And she was fine with it. In fact, she even got a real kink out of having Michael mount her. But she definitely didn't like it when other hoppers mounted her. Michael knew she'd be annoyed with him fucking her while she was mounted but at the same time he knew she wouldn't mind that much. Hell, they would probably use this whole situation for roleplaying in the bedroom later.

"Alright man, you on bottom. I want to ride that big dick," Marcus said, his voice already laced with lust as he pushed Sadie's lace panties down. Michael obliged, slipping out of his pants and boxers, his cock already hardening at the sight of Sadie's body. He knew she wasn't home, but it was still her body, and he couldn't deny his attraction to her.

"Sure, whatever makes you leave faster," Michael replied, his voice flat.

Marcus chuckled, "You're way too uptight, man. This is just a little fun. You should try to enjoy it." He climbed onto the couch, straddling Michael, and lowered his borrowed hips down. Marcus grinded Sadie's bare pussy on Michael's hard cock, coating it in her slick arousal. Michael closed his eyes for a moment, letting the sensation wash over him. He could almost imagine it was Sadie herself, writhing on top of him, her moans of pleasure echoing through the room. But the illusion was shattered with the manly grunts also escaping Sadie's lips. Any other person would just hear Sadie's melodic wimpers but, since Michael was a bodyhopper, he got the unwanted privlage of hearing the real Marcus underneath. Michael opened his eyes, his gaze locking with Marcus's, who smirked back at him.

"See, man. I told you, you should enjoy it. This chick's body is amazing," Marcus said, his voice breathless as he rocked his hips back and forth. Finally, he reached down with one of Sadie's dainty hands and guided Michael's cock to his borrowed entrance.

Michael gasped as the warmth enveloped his dick, the tightness sending shivers down his spine. He knew Sadie's body inside and out but it felt wrong this time, like seeing things out of place in your room. Yet, at the same time, it felt so good, so familiar. He'd been waiting all week to be back here, to feel her heat, her wetness. He was home. Finally, inside Sadie. The familiar wetness, the tight grip that only she could provide. Such a shame Sadie herself was absent, locked away somewhere inside.

Marcus, her intruder, continued to ride Michael, his body moving with a fluidity that belied his feminine form. He leaned forward, bracing one hand on the back of the couch, his other hand reaching down grabbed Michael's hand and placed it on his borrowed breasts.

"You like that, don't you?" Marcus asked, his voice a low growl, laced with both lust and a degree of mocking. Michael answered by rolling Sadie's nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a gasp from deep within.

He pinched it gently, just the way he knew Sadie liked it, and was rewarded with a harsh groan that was definitely not Sadie's voice. He ignored the low masculine groan, focusing instead on the sensation of her body moving against his, the grip of her as she rode him, the sound of her breath hitching in her throat. He couldn't deny that it felt good, that it felt right, even if it was all wrong.

Marcus threw his head back, a deep, primal sound escaping through Sadie's lips. "Fuck, you're good. Your girl doesn't know what she's missing," Marcus groaned, his hips moving faster, harder, as he swung Sadie's body against Michael. The couch creaked beneath them, the springs protesting the intense rhythm. Michael's hands gripped Sadie's hips, guiding her movements, urging her to take him deeper. He could feel the familiar tension building in his lower gut, the heat spreading through his groin as his climax approached. The sight of Sadie's body, the feel of her soft skin, the warmth of her around him was overwhelming. He close his eyes and let go. The waves of pleasure crashed over him, his body tensing as he filled Sadie's body with his release. He could feel Marcus shuddering above him, his own stolen climax hitting him. "Fuck," Marcus grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic, his control slipping. He leaned forward, his forehead resting on Michael's chest as he rode out his orgasm.

Michael opened his eyes, his breath still coming in ragged gasps. He looked at Sadie's body on top of him, at the sweat-soaked hair clinging to her flushed cheeks, at the way her lips were parted in a silent scream of pleasure. It was a familiar sight, one he'd seen countless times before. Yet, it felt different this time. Tainted.

Marcus finally stilled, his body shuddering one last time before he pulled away, sliding off of Michael's dick and onto the couch next to him. "Wow, man. That was... something else." He panted, a lock of Sadie's hair sticking to his damp forehead. "I guess a deal's a deal."

"Yeah, thanks for the fuck. Now I think it's time for you to go," Michael said, clearly getting tired of the hopper presence.

"Hey so before I go, I wanted to ask you something. Well maybe not ask as much as let you know," Marcus said, casually.

"What is it?" he asked, tugging his pants back on, his tone wary.

Marcus turned to face him, his eyes sharp and intense. "Listen so you're probably wondering why I was in your mount to begin with."

"Why you are in Sadie, yes" Michael corrected him.

"Right, right, my bad." Marcus said with a wave of Sadie's hand. "Anyway, listen I work for an organization that provides bodyhopping services to....well all sorts of different people. We're known as The Body Masons. Obviously, we only let clientele in that we trust but we are always looking for more bodyhoppers. We're pretty rare after all."

Michael tilted his head. "Are you trying to recruit me? No thanks."

"Look all I'm saying is maybe give it a thought. I'll leave my card here for you. Just think about it okay?" Marcus said raising Sadie's hands up in a placating gesture. "Imagine all the possibilities. You could be anyone, do anything. And get paid for it too."

Michael scoffed, "I don't need the money. I have a job. A real one. And what does this have to do with you being in Sadie?"

"Oh right, ummmm well....Sadie here. Well, ummmm. She caught the eye of one of our clients. He's a bit of a high-profile one, and well, he wanted a taste of Sadie. Or rather, her body. I know, I know. Kinda fucked up but what she don't know won't hurt her right?"

Michael stared at Marcus in disbelief. Did he really just tell him that he'd mounted his girlfriend and fucked some random high paying client? Michael clenched his jaw, the vein in his temple throbbing with anger. His hands curled into fists, the urge to punch Marcus in Sadie's face overwhelming. But he knew better. Punching Marcus would only hurt Sadie and he did not want that.

"Get the fuck out of her," Michael growled, his voice low and dangerous. "And get the fuck out of here. Don't ever come back. Don't ever touch her again. Do you understand?"

Marcus held up Sadie's hands in surrender, a nervous grin spreading across her face. "Hey, hey, calm down, man. I get it. You're pissed. I'm leaving but hey here's my card in case you change your mind. Instructions on the back on how to find us. The place is called The Hopper's Den," Marcus said passing Michael a business card.

Before Michael could even respond, Sadie fell back into the couch as a clear liquid started pouring out of her body. Marcus's face dissolved away revealing Sadie's beautiful features. And before Michael could stomp on Marcus's liquid form he'd escaped underneath the apartment door. He was gone. Leaving behind a disheveled Sadie and some weird looking business card.