As a dream fawn, Lillia's appearance has been slowly warped and shaped by the idle thoughts and dreams from the mortals outside her realm. And with how corrupt and lewd so many dreams are, this has led to some considerable changes to her form...
As a fawn, her body naturally is that of a fluffy, animalistic deertaur, albeit a bit larger than what many would expect - a middle ground between horse and deer sized. While her lower half was covered in a layer of thick and fuzzy fur, it became far wispier as it traveled her upper half. Where the fur was thickest it was accented by glowing patches of blue, that even ran down to her hooves. Her stomach and arms were coated with an almost silky smooth layer of hair, leaving the only bare skin on her body her hands, and from her chest up. While she would occasionally cover up with a few simple leaves, she far preferred to be free and naked like nature itself - and encourages others to do the same!
Her face was out a dream - literally. Smooth, fair skin kept every little blush easily visible to those around her. Those big, wide eyes were crystal clear, accented by her violet irises. The long hair draping over her shoulders was a vibrant mix of purples and blues, combined into an almost mystical gradient. Two wide, fluffy doe ears sprung out from her locks, each twitching to even the subtlest of sounds, and decorated by living wood around their base, each of which held glowing, flowering bulb upon it. And finally, her head was crowned by a bright orange bloom, a warm contrast with the rest of her visage.
As for those changes caused by the perverted dreams of the mortal realm... Well, they would be hard to miss. Upon her chest sat two massive, wobbling breasts. Each were as large as someone's head on their own, combined they could easily smother someone in their soft flesh, and each were capped by a small, pink nipple. Truly the most surprising feature could be found down below, however. Viewing her from behind would bring the most obvious sight to bear - a churning, leathery sack containing a pair of heavy balls. The massive nuts put even stallions to shame, their surface constantly covered with a layer of sweat and emanating a surprisingly sweet musk that attracted far more attention than they should. And in front of them sat a sheath of the same leathery flesh, a mass of folded skin that hid away her true prize from sight. But with some encouragement - much like the shy fawn herself - her endowment would peek free from the depths. An immense length of stallion cock, mottled brown and pink, the size of which at full mast would easily reach her front legs. It's sheer girth would be enough to stretch out nearly any who tried to take it - to say nothing for the broad, flared tip or the rubbery medial ring that sat halfway down the length. Truly, whoever had dreamt up these perverted twists to her body had lustful mind - not that she realized just how sexually absurd her body was.
