(Lily is the so-called otterspace lady from my last drawing.)

Lily is a semi-feral otterfolk, the 4'5", 70 pound daughter of an an intelligent feral swamp otter and his human slave. The larger, more savage otters often fuck their slaves to death but her father was young, on the small side and smart enough to realize that if he spitted his lover like a roast there'd be no pussy available the next time he got horny. The result was Lily, who by the standards of the otters is a midget and is small even by human standards.

Lily left home to see the world at an early age. Extremely open sexually due to all the things she saw happen at the village, she worked as a camp follower at one of the Maker's military camps and these days she is one of the three furry waitresses at Shorty's caravansary inn, two days west of Verbobonc on the trade road. There she works with Priscilla the were-opossum and Ria the escaped magical lab experiment, both of whom are much more dangerous than they appear - just like Lily.

To the Maker's thinking, Lily is probably both an otterfolk and a were-otter, or at least she has Were-type abilities. She is much stronger than she looks, resistant but not immune to physical damage that doesn't involve the metal silver, and while he never observed her changing shape, she is elastic in a certainly magical way.

Her cartoonish elasticity is the result of her supernatural toughness and besides allowing her to fuck improbably large males she can also swallow and digest prey at the least the size of an adult human. She is equally capable of sucking an entire man into her anus and thus to her stomach or stuffing one into her sex. How she digests them in there is a matter of some interest to the Maker but it was his curiosity about her that caused Lily to leave the war camp.

For now the arch-mage contents himself with magically observing Lily and the other waitresses from a distance, presumably without his pants on. Ever since he was swallowed by that young dragon the Maker has been a bit odd.

Lily is bright and cheerful but also ruthlessly predatory when she has an excuse. She very much likes eating people but like the other waitresses at Shorty's she only eats troublemakers and assorted ne'er-do-wells so the caravansary management doesn't crack down on the bar. Occasionally an apparent troublemaker is eaten in error and the result is an apology followed by a burp, but you can't un-digest someone.

The three are used as convenient body disposals by the local constabulary and when a convict or convicts is dragged into the bar late at night, the last thing they see is the three furry ladies getting out the dice to decide who gets to eat them. Well, they do see something after that, but it's merely an open muzzle or other orifice approaching to consume them.

When away from the bar and in more lawless areas, her predatory nature comes to the fore and more than one perfectly innocent person has gotten a tour of her bowels. She isn't evil, precisely, but her upbringing in a village half populated by disposable slaves has colored her outlook on life.

As a long noodley semi-feral otter she can move on two or four feet and is much quicker on all fours. She is also, naturally, an expert swimmer, helped by her streamlined body, rudder tail and webby paws. Standing upright she waddles around on short ottery legs but you can't balance a platter of drinks on your back, or at least she hasn't figured out how to yet.

Like the other ladies at the inn she is cheap and easy to get between the sheets, but it's best to be nice to your little lover if you don't want to end up as a bulge. She's little, but she's dangerous, and with her fast ottery metabolism she gets very, very hungry.