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Fame always finds you when you deserve it, that's what I always have said about myself. For a while I'll admit it was difficult, but in the end it's not what you can do, it's who knows it. I started out as a street performer; a novelty who could turn a denar or two thanks to certain gifts that made me stand out. No one expects someone as large as I am to be able to bend like I can or to move about as gracefully as I do. Even were there other women my size, and I'll admit I've seen one or two but not in my business, no one would expect the things I can do from a rhinoceros.

Folk all over Calabria think of just one thing when it comes to us rhinos. They think big, dumb, nearsighted mercenaries. Well I might be... three of those... but not every rhino turns her hand to war. In fact, in my travels, I've met a whole hamlet of other rhinos, they were all farmers. Another rhino I met, a functionary, was the smartest, shortest rhino I had ever seen! But despite this, everyone expects nothing but grunting and fighting from us.

But as rhino and a woman, an acrobat and contortionist, it was only a matter of time before I was noticed. And in Triskellian, you can't help but run into all sorts of folks. It was only a matter of time before I made it big!

"Issh onnlee a madder of time b'fore Ah makit BIG!" Oraefo slurred, hoisting her drink in a toast to her cheering mates. The rest of her troupe tried in vain to reach her flagon which hovered somewhere near the chandelier as best anyone could tell. Still, most everyone from Guillermo's Travelling Showmen was at least as inebriated as their giant companion that none really cared. Only Jamine sat apart from her companions. Drink was not for her, after all.

Jamine loved performing just as much as any of her other companions, but when they really got into drinking she always wished she could just leave and enjoy the night. But even when she tried, inevitably she would hear about it later... usually while she slept. Being nocturnal, she could always count on the rest of her crew to be having their hangovers as she was getting into the better dreams of the night. And that Oraefo was the worst!

"Y'shure y'won't join us Jaaamyn?" Oraefo called over to her, "Chip and Skip here was thinkin' of havin' a bit of fun wiff us!"

"You know I never drink Oraefo," Jamine sighed, too nice a person to handle it gently, "and I always guessed you were big enough to handle both our feline friends anyways."

"That'sa truuf," she replied before downing the rest of her drink and shouting loudly for another, "I'm big enuff ta handle all three of ya!"

Jamine hid her face as she blushed. Usually it was her passing around the lewd suggestions, but of course she was much more subtle about it. When she seduced it was typically a matter of money. But now this big, loud, and lustful rhino had blurted out such things with no tact at all, no subtlety. Oraefo had that kind of reputation, Jamine knew, having traveled so much. If there was one thing she liked more than drink and talking, it was pleasurable company... be it man or woman. Scandalous some would say, but Oraefo never seemed to care. This was, of course, beside the fact that no one worth their opinion cared what performers did after-hours.

A round of drinks and the jumbled lyric of a drinking song made their way round the table. The Fine-Line Felines, Chip and Skip, joined in the singing and slipped from Oraefo's arms. But somehow the distraction failed to have an effect on Oraefo. Her eyes were fixed upon the petite form of Jamine, who watched her companions enjoy themselves while she sat aside and nibbled at, what was for her, breakfast. As she returned Oraefo's stare, a new wave of heat settled over her. There was something soft in her big eyes, something almost pleading.

Despite the noise all around her, Jamine felt the room die quiet. How could it be that such a crude giant could pull at her little heart? She knew deep within that Oraefo wanted her, and she knew that there was almost no chance she'd have memory of this night in the morning... but something wished that it could be more. Of course, she also knew that Oraefo was a force of nature, free and wild, who would do as she pleased. Still, it could be fun if only for a night.

A huge mitt of a hand closed around her tiny, delicate wing. The rhino woman was nearly twice her height, after all, and she was also powerfully strong. Jamine reckoned she could carry three or four times her weight without breaking a sweat or even slowing down. This point was set home further as Oraefo scooped the little bat into the crook of one arm, holding Jamine against her modestly large breasts. Before she knew it, Jamine was being carried away somewhere she could not see. Of course, she barely registered the intervening distance as Oraefo's lips found hers not long after she had freed her face from her giant friend's cleavage.

Jamine's long tongue slipped past Oraefo's soft, prehensile lips as the pair shared a deep kiss. To the rhino, it felt like a little tickling finger inside her mouth, dancing and snaking its way across her large, broad tongue. She couldn't help herself but to giggle at the thin invader to her mouth.

Despite her stumbling, Oraefo found her way into the room reserved for her troupe. Still kissing her lithe little lover, she twirled and dropped upon the mattress. Unfit for her size and weight, the best crunched as over twenty stone of weight collapsed upon it. The pair didn't notice save for the change of direction.

Heat built between them as their passionate lip-lock built toward greater things. Both performers wore skin-tight body-gloves, tailor made not to interfere with their acrobatics and contortion. Though their hands wandered amongst the supple curves of their athletic partners, these scanty outfits were more a frustrating distraction than their alluring origin had been. The kissing ended, both women wanting more, both women wanting the other. Jamine stood up between Oraefo's legs, her meager twelve-hand-tall frame seeming positively tiny as she slowly, tantalizingly peeled off her nude-colored bodysuit.

A dancer by trade, and a very exotic one at that, Jamine made her money by performing seductive and enticing movements with her wings for the local males. Some called her lewd... and she took the compliment with pride. She had even fashioned a pair of 'wing-sleeves' that were covered in colorful feathers that the eye might be caught on them, only suggesting what treasures might lie beyond. But now the males were gone and her dance was made to enhance those treasures rather than hide and peek. Her long tongue danced over her lips as her body writhed out of the suit, still tasting the ale and passion of Oraefo's breath.

Tiny breasts, perky and stiff, appeared as her top fell away, drawing Oraefo's lustful eyes in immediately. How she wanted to lean in and wrap her lips around them, but she knew better than to stop the performance. Her eyes were drawn past those lightly-furred wonders to a flat and svelte stomach. Then as the bodysuit drew past her hips, Oraefo caught sight of Jamine's luscious little bottom and cute swishing tail. Jamine had turned away in that instant, but as she bent over, she let her smooth, streamlined labia peek through the curves of her thighs. With a final flourish, she bent down to retrieve her garment and tossed it lightly to land upon Oraefo's horn.

Giggling drunkenly, Oraefo made to sit up only to fall back onto the bed, which screeched in protest. Now laughing, she rolled herself into sitting, gazing into Jamine's politely giggling face.

"My turn now ey?" she sighed longingly.

Without the grace of the little bat dancer, Oraefo disrobed as quickly as she could. At times, she showed of her limber limbs by stretching around Jamine, who stood watching as Oraefo pulled off her performing outfit. Jamine was amazed, particularly, by her lover's chest as the rhino unwrapped the cloth that bound her breasts tight. Now unleashed, each soft grey orb was nearly the size of her head!

"I'll bet those got in the way when they came in." she commented.

Oraefo never responded. The next sound that came out of Jamine's mouth was a yip of surprise as she felt Oraefo's huge hand slip between her needy thighs. Jamine shuddered as one large finger traced her tender slit. There was such warmth there that she could hardly believe it. Never in her relatively few years had she felt so turned on by another person. She relished the firm strokes of that wide finger as it explored her depths much more roughly than she had come to know. So often had other lovers treated her like a breakable thing that she rarely remembered what good sex was! Wiggling her hips, she guided the inquisitive digit into her tight, dripping cunny.

Oraefo grinned at her lover's reaction. Normally she would not have been so rough, but now drink and lust conspired to give this little one the ride of her life. A few moments work had Jamine clenching all around her finger as she thrust it rapidly within her. Time and again she would feel that vice-like little pussy clamp down as Jamine shuddered and shrieked too loud to hear.

On and on they went until both were spent and tired. Jamine lay back across Oraefo's chest, exhausted.

"I made it big, huh?" Oraefo sighed as she drifted off to sleep.