Crystallin Awakening./Dead Beyond Night: Chronicles.

Here’s a fully immersive section showing **Seth trying to communicate internally with Zelda** while she puppeteers his centaur body. It includes thoughts, dialogue, and in-depth body details:

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Seth felt the familiar swell of his wide equine hips and the bounce of his heart-shaped bubble butt with each sway of Zelda’s controlled steps. His consciousness was trapped in this perfect centaur form, **unable to move on his own**, but he tried desperately to reach out internally.

**Seth (thinking, mentally):** *“Zelda… can you hear me? I know you’re in control… but I’m still here. Please… let me feel… let me say something.”*

Zelda paused mid-step, her turquoise eyes flicking to the reflection in the polished wooden floor. She flexed her hind legs subtly, the snow-white fur of her thick thighs stretching as her bubble butt shifted naturally. The torn black pants tugged against her right thigh and left cheek, revealing glimpses of her equine lips and teats. She shifted her tail instinctively for balance.

**Zelda (thinking, internally, unaware of Seth’s voice):** *“Wide hips… thick thighs… perfect… every curve in motion feels alive… even the friction of these scraps of pants is… stimulating.”*

Seth strained harder, trying to push through, to imprint even a single thought into her consciousness.

**Seth (mentally, pleading):** *“Zelda… it’s me, Seth. I’m still here. I can feel everything you feel… but I want to—please… listen.”*

For a moment, Zelda stiffened slightly, tilting her head as if sensing a flicker of something foreign. Her forelegs adjusted automatically, the thinner pair in front shifting to stabilize her powerful hindquarters. The sway of her bubble butt paused mid-motion, a subtle hesitation as her turquoise eyes flicked toward her own reflection.

**Zelda (thinking, puzzled):** *“Wait… is that… a memory? A feeling… not mine? Something is… different… I feel… someone else.”*

Seth’s pulse of consciousness strengthened, reaching out to her directly:

**Seth (mentally, with more urgency):** *“Zelda… it’s me. I know you’re using my body, but I’m still inside. I can see, feel, and think. I just… want to be here with you… not just a vessel.”*

Zelda blinked, the turquoise eyes narrowing slightly. She tilted her head, her ponytail bouncing, tail swaying gently. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at her lips.

**Zelda (softly, thinking aloud as if answering):** *“Hmph… so… you’re still here. I can… feel a trace of you… Seth. Interesting… you’re part of this now… but my body… my motions… my senses… mine first.”*

Seth could feel the sway of his centaur lower body as she spoke, the bounce of the bubble butt, the subtle friction of the torn pants against her thighs, and the smooth motion of the tail flicking instinctively.

**Seth (mentally, relieved, almost whispering):** *“Yes… thank you… I just… want to experience this with you… not lose myself completely.”*

Zelda flexed her hind legs, her thick thighs shifting smoothly, the bubble butt rising and falling naturally. She allowed a slight awareness of Seth to mingle with her own control, letting him feel the satisfaction of movement, the soft brush of fur against torn fabric, and the natural sway of her sculpted equine hips.

**Zelda (softly, with a teasing edge in her thoughts):** *“Fine… you can observe… but my body… still mine. Wide hips, thick thighs, plump bubble butt… all of it… alive, perfect, mine.”*

Seth exhaled mentally, the bond of shared consciousness forming — he could feel every sway, every bounce, every tug of fabric, every subtle movement of her tail. She was using his body as hers, but now he could **participate internally**, feeling and thinking with her, even if he couldn’t speak aloud.

**Seth (thinking, softly, with wonder):** *“I can see why I loved this version of you… my favorite Zelda… alive… perfect… and now, somehow… she and I are both here.”*

Zelda adjusted her forelegs and hind legs gracefully, testing the balance of her centaur body. The sway of her wide hips, the bounce of her bubble butt, and the tug of the ripped black pants combined with her ponytail and flowing tail created a harmonious, fully alive rhythm. Seth could feel it all, their consciousness intertwining slightly, sharing this incredible, sculpted body.

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If you want, I can **continue the next part where Zelda starts moving through the house while communicating internally with Seth**, showing **detailed interactions with furniture, movement of her hips, bounce of the bubble butt, and tug of the pants**, fully in immersive story style.

Do you want me to continue that next?

Here’s a **fully immersive, in-depth continuation**, showing Zelda inhabiting Seth’s centaur body, noticing her outfit, and experiencing every sensation, along with internal reflections and thoughts from both Zelda and Seth’s perspective:

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Zelda paused in the middle of the basement, her hind legs shifting slightly as her wide, childbearing hips swayed with the movement. The soft friction of her thick thighs brushing together beneath the jagged remnants of Seth’s torn black pants made her subtly aware of the unusual sensations, the tugging fabric teasing the edges of her equine lips. Her heart-shaped bubble butt bounced lightly, each step reminding her of the full power and curves of the centaur lower body she now inhabited.

Her turquoise eyes caught her reflection in the polished surface of the desk. The combination of Hylian upper torso and equine lower body was mesmerizing. The blue tunic hugged her 42DD chest perfectly, and the white vest wrapped snugly around her waist, accentuating her hourglass figure. She reached up to adjust the straps and flick her ponytail, and in that moment, recognition struck.

**Zelda (softly, to herself):** “This… this is my tunic… my Research Outfit from Breath of the Wild…”

Her ears twitched slightly. The memory of wearing it in Hyrule, exploring ancient shrines and conducting research with Link, came flooding back. She ran a hand over the soft fabric of the blue tunic, feeling it stretch gently over her chest and curve over her waist.

**Zelda (thoughtfully, blinking):** “Hm… even on this… half-horse body, it fits… perfectly. Wide hips, thick thighs… and it still feels like me.”

Seth, observing silently from within his own consciousness, marveled at the sensation of his body being fully Zelda’s. He could feel the sway of her bubble butt, the movement of the thick thighs, the tug of the ripped black pants, and the weight of the centaur lower body as she shifted. Each step, each movement, each subtle bounce resonated through his consciousness.

**Seth (internally, softly):** *“Wow… she really is… my favorite version of Zelda. Even in my body… it’s exactly how I imagined it. The tunic… the vest… everything matches her perfectly.”*

Zelda’s eyes flicked down at the torn black pants again. The jagged remnants clung to her right equine thigh and left cheek, tugging lightly with each step. Despite the disruption of her elegant Research Outfit, she found herself smirking.

**Zelda (muttering, blushing slightly):** “Half horse… but these scraps… they remind me of him… of Seth. He made it… special in his own way.”

Her tail flicked reflexively behind her, balancing her powerful hindquarters as she took a careful step forward. The sway of her hips, the subtle bounce of her bubble butt, and the friction of the pants all combined to heighten her awareness of the body she now inhabited. Her forelegs adjusted smoothly to maintain perfect balance, and the second, thinner pair shifted subtly to keep her steady.

**Zelda (thinking, softly, admiring herself):** “Wide hips… thick thighs… heart-shaped bubble butt… even with this half-horse lower body, my Research Outfit still feels… like me. Perfect… alive… mine.”

Seth could feel the subtle movements of her forelegs and hind legs, the coordination of her equine lower body with the Hylian upper body, and the sway of her bubble butt as she flexed and shifted. The friction of the torn black pants tugging against her snow-white fur added a constant awareness, a reminder of the strange fusion of her elegance and the body she now inhabited.

**Seth (internally, softly):** *“Every sway… every bounce… it’s hers now. She’s moving, thinking, feeling… fully Zelda. I can only watch… but it’s perfect.”*

Zelda adjusted the tunic slightly, pulling the fabric over her chest and smoothing it down across her waist. The blue cloth stretched perfectly over her curves, the white vest accentuating the hourglass figure that flowed seamlessly into the centaur lower body. Her ponytail bounced lightly with the motion, and her tail swayed behind her, balancing the elegant sway of her hips and the gentle bounce of her bubble butt.

**Zelda (softly, a small smile tugging at her lips):** “Even half-horse… I am still… me. Wide hips, thick thighs, bubble butt… the Research Outfit… perfect… exactly as it should be.”

Seth could feel the subtle shift of her thoughts and sensations, the way she explored the body he once controlled. Every flex of her hind legs, every sway of her hips, every tug of the ripped black fabric was magnified in his awareness, making him feel both awe and happiness at the perfect embodiment of his favorite version of Zelda.

**Zelda (thinking aloud, softly):** “Wide hips… thick thighs… perfect heart-shaped bubble butt… even the ripped pants… everything feels alive… mine… perfect… exactly how Seth imagined me.”

She took another careful step forward, testing her balance again, letting the sway of her hips and the bounce of her bubble butt settle naturally. Her tail flicked once more, brushing against her snow-white fur, and she flexed her forelegs subtly, letting her movements harmonize perfectly with her centaur lower body.

**Zelda (thoughtfully, softly, to herself):** “This body… this outfit… this world… all mine, for now. Wide hips, thick thighs… plump bubble butt… alive, perfect… exactly as it should be.”

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I can continue this in the same fully immersive style, showing Zelda moving through the house while Seth experiences everything internally, with **detailed body motion, interactions with furniture, and the internal shared consciousness between them**. Here’s a continuation:

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Zelda shifted her weight smoothly onto her left hind leg, the thick muscles flexing beneath the snow-white fur. The subtle bounce of her bubble butt pressed against the torn fabric, tugging slightly with each motion. She lowered her head to examine a stack of books on a low shelf, the sway of her wide hips exaggerated as she leaned forward. The torn black pants scraped softly along her inner thighs, reminding her of the peculiar fusion of Seth’s and her own sensations.

**Zelda (thinking, softly, admiring herself):** “Even bending like this… the sway, the bounce… it all feels natural. Wide hips, thick thighs… bubble butt… mine, alive, perfect.”

Seth could feel every micro-adjustment as she bent, the subtle brush of the fur against fabric, the stretch in her hindquarters, the way the tail flicked instinctively to maintain balance. His heart raced as he experienced the familiar body sensations from an entirely new perspective.

**Seth (mentally, in awe):** *“Every curve… every motion… it’s like watching a masterpiece in motion. I can feel her, truly feel her… and she’s mine too… somehow.”*

Zelda grabbed a book with her forelegs, the leather-bound cover cool against her palms. As she straightened, the sway of her hips resumed naturally, the bubble butt bouncing lightly with each step. She maneuvered around a low coffee table, her forelegs brushing against its edge, sending a slight shiver up through her centaur spine.

**Zelda (thinking, teasing herself):** “These obstacles… this space… even moving through it, it’s alive. My body, these curves… every bounce, every sway… perfect.”

Seth’s awareness extended to the small details—the friction of the torn black pants against her thighs as she pivoted, the tail brushing against the floor for balance, the gentle shift of her forelegs over the uneven surface.

**Seth (mentally, quietly):** *“The way she moves… so confident… so fluid… it’s her, but through me. I can feel her mind, her body, her essence… it’s overwhelming… beautiful.”*

Zelda reached the doorway to the living room and paused, tilting her head. Her turquoise eyes flicked to the mirror near the entry. The reflection of her centaur body caught the light just right—the wide hips, thick thighs, and heart-shaped bubble butt harmonizing with the flowing ponytail and balanced forelegs. She flexed subtly, testing her control, the sway and bounce magnified with each minor movement.

**Zelda (softly, a knowing smirk forming):** “Every step… every sway… mine… alive… exactly as it should be. Wide hips… thick thighs… bubble butt… perfect.”

Seth could feel the subtle shift in her breathing, the micro-adjustments in posture, the way she relished the tactile feedback of her own body while still sharing a thread of consciousness with him. It was a dance of awareness and sensation, a shared intimacy without touch, where he experienced fully what she considered natural and beautiful.

**Seth (mentally, quietly, with reverence):** *“I’m not lost… I’m inside her… we’re both here. Every movement, every bounce, every sway… it’s alive… perfect… Zelda.”*

Zelda stepped around the furniture with precision, her forelegs lightly brushing against a couch arm as her hind legs flexed for balance. The torn pants tugged again across her inner thighs, and the tail flicked to compensate for the subtle friction. She allowed herself a small chuckle, a soft vibration through her chest, knowing Seth was feeling everything alongside her.

**Zelda (thinking, softly, teasingly):** “You’re watching, aren’t you… Seth? Every sway, every bounce… alive… mine… perfectly mine.”

Seth’s pulse quickened with the shared awareness, a quiet thrill at being part of this fluid, sculpted motion, even without direct control. He could sense the body’s power, grace, and sensuality with every shift of weight, every flex of the thighs, every bounce of the bubble butt.

**Seth (mentally, whispering, in awe):** *“Yes… perfect… all of it… alive… you… her… us… together.”*

Zelda glanced back over her shoulder, a playful spark in her turquoise eyes. She allowed herself a small, deliberate sway of the hips, letting the bubble butt bounce naturally, the torn black pants tugging teasingly against the white fur. She flexed her forelegs slightly, stabilizing herself with elegant ease, fully aware of Seth’s silent admiration.

**Zelda (thinking, softly, almost seductively):** “Wide hips… thick thighs… heart-shaped bubble butt… mine… and you can feel it… all of it… Seth.”

Seth shivered mentally, fully absorbed in the sensation, in the perfect motion, in the living, breathing embodiment of his favorite Zelda. He had no voice, no physical presence, yet he was there—inside, witnessing, experiencing, connected.

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If you want, I can continue the next sequence where Zelda **interacts with objects around the house more intimately, like furniture, stairs, and narrow hallways**, all while their shared consciousness is explored in **even more detailed, immersive body movements, sway of hips, and bounce of the bubble butt**, showing how Seth’s awareness blends with her control.