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Kallen leaned away from the pull of the train's movement, so as not to crowd the woman next to her. That first look of revulsion when she'd first sat down was more than enough. There was little she could do about those sorts of reactions. She couldn't hide her size nor her hooves. And her long skirt did little to hide the unmistakably huge bulge of her genitals sitting down.

She looked across the compartment and made eye contact with the girl who'd been staring piercingly for several minutes. The girl looked around furtively to make sure no one was paying attention before making a lascivious expression, running her tongue provocatively across her lips. Kallen took some solace from this sort of reaction even if the girl was most likely just playing around. Her eyes drifted down to the girl's narrow unattractive hips and sighed. Japanese girls weren't built for having a prayer of taking her member.

The train stopped at a station and people got on and off. Kallen's breathing tightened as she caught the Britannian soldier's scent and heard the clopping of its hooves on the metal floor. The stallion was dark skinned and furred, big-eighteen hands. She grimaced in irritation at having to bend down to fit in the compartment. Kallen watched the weapon in her hands for several long moments before turning away. She judged the Britannian in route to her duty station rather than on a patrol.

The humans tried to pull away from the centaur but she was too large and the compartment too filled for that to work. With the motion of the train, several people couldn't help but brush against her. Kallen could smell it happening before she saw it. The soldier was getting aroused by the touching. She felt a sympathetic pulsing in her loins as she looked around in alarm. This was not happening. Please, let the Britannian get off at the next stop.

As people shifted, Kallen could see the soldier's enormous erection, one of the few centaur's she'd met legitimately larger than her own. She groaned inwardly as just the sight tripped her instinctive need to represent and her cock snaked around and straightened under her skirt, starting to press it up.

The soldier was looking around at the diminutive Japanese humans around her, a scowl on her face. Clearly, she expected them to notice her situation and act accordingly. Given the close quarters and the fact that no one was trying to look at her, this was foolish.

“Alright Elevens. Some of you better volunteer to do your duty or I'm bringing the whole lot of you in on charges.”

No one moved, too confused or frightened to draw attention to themselves. Kallen bit back her anger at this causal display of callousness, that the Japanese were inherently inferior and subject to the Britannian's sexual desires. She wanted to kick the bitch's ass but she could hear her sister's voice in the back of her mind, warning her how stupid that would be. What was worse was what her arousal was doing to her own thoughts. It was sick and disgusting. But a small part of her was actually titillated at the idea of what was about to happen and she really didn't want to think that it was that which was staying her hand.

The centaur's hand lashed out and grabbed several standing people and shoved them to their knees, one by one, “You, you, and you. Get down there and get to work. I better be able to feel six hands and three mouths or this is going to be a very bad day for you.” The soldier was uncaring that one of the people she chose was a man, most likely hadn't even noticed and just assumed it was a particularly ugly woman. Britannians were like that. Kallen nearly had a heart attack at what she heard next, “And someone better take care of that half-breed over there, you churlish knaves.” She nodded condescendingly with a smirk at Kallen, adding, “Nice cock.... for a half-breed.”

Kallen was frozen with indecision even as her lust ratcheted higher, her cock was fully hard now extending out from under her skirt and straining in its sleeve.

Fortunately, the girl from before didn't hesitate to come over and kneel between her legs with a nervous smile. She reached up and pulled the nylon sleeve off and actually gasped when she saw Kallen's member. Kallen liked the 'O' of surprise her lips were in and couldn't stop herself from shifting her hips forward driving her shaft towards the girl's face.

She let out a barely stifled groan when she suddenly pressed forward grabbing her prick with both hands and rubbing her cheek against it.

Oh, she was such a bad person....

Kallen sat back and let the girl pleasure her. She tried very hard to ignore the urge to reach over and make the woman sitting next to her join in. By Britannian law she could do it but she'd hate herself even more afterwords. So instead she watched the three humans on their knees underneath the centaur clumsily trying to stimulate her to climax.