Unbirthed By Whitney From Animal Crossing

A micro unbirth!  I hope you enjoy it!

Poll results are in--squirrel won by a landslide!  I'll be writing that story live tonight, starting at 8pm EST, so look forward to that! ^u^

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 It was a bit of an open secret that Whitney and Cane were involved together—after all, the fennec fox and the wolf villager had been friends for a long time, and were very flirtatious with each other.  But nobody could have guessed what they were up to today.
When Cane asked Redd for a “special item”, the fox was originally hesitant and confused by the request.  But bells were bells, and so, a few days later, Cane had the special medicine in his hands, and he walked it over to Whitney’s house.  After knocking three times, the door cracked open.
“There you are, snappy,” said Whitney, gesturing for the fennec fox to come inside.  Once he did, she closed the door behind him.  The white wolf wore her usual blue dress, and Cane wore his regular suit jacket and dress pants, along with a collar.  “So, you have it, then?”
“I do,” said Cane.  He reached into his pocket, and took out the medicine, showing it to the wolf.  “Redd said it should shrink me down to just a few inches—the perfect size for our plans.”
“Splendid.”  Whitney could barely control the excitement on her face, but as a dignified lady, she tried to keep it under control.  “Follow me to the bedroom, then.”
She started walking, and Cane followed.  They reached it quickly, and Whitney sat down on her rose-shaped bed, crossing her legs.  When he went to sit next to her, she stopped him, and motioned for Cane to stand in front of him instead, which he did.  “Go on, darling,” she said to Cane, a slight smile breaking out on her face.  “Shrink down for me.”
“Your wish is my command,” Cane teased, making Whitney blush.  He brought the medicine to his lips, and took a deep breath, preparing himself. Then, he took it, guzzling down the entire bag as Redd had instructed him.  Once it was finished, he placed the empty bag back into his pocket, and waited for it to kick in.
. . . After about a minute, nothing had happened.  “Strange,” Cane muttered.  “I’m sure I took the right medicine.  Maybe I took the wrong bag?”
“Patience, darling,” Whitney reassured him.  “Patience.”
And she was right.  Because a few seconds later, Cane felt a tingling feeling in one of his hands, and turned to see that the shrinking had begun.
His fingers slowly reduced down in size, going from a few inches to a centimeter in just a matter of seconds, their thickness decreasing immensely.  It looked absolutely strange on his large palm, but soon that too went down in size, giving him a tiny hand on an otherwise large arm.
Then the tingling went into his arm, and it rushed upward, suddenly meeting his shoulder and making his sleeve slump with the lack of weight.  Then the thickness decreased there too: he couldn’t see it this time, but he could feet it as the diameter and circumference of his arm went down, bit by bit, stopping when his arm was absolutely miniscule.  Pulling up his sleeve with his other hand, he could barely see his tiny arm—it was attached to his normal-sized shoulder, but the tingling was spreading there too. . .
Cane shoulder slumped downward, malleable now, and the tingling rushed down his chest and legs, spreading all over now.  His legs went down in size, and suddenly he was going forward the ground, collapsing into his clothing, watching as Whitney went from looking at him to looking down upon him.  His legs reduced in thickness as his chest did the same, along with his neck and head, and his other arm joined the shrunken one.  It was like letting air out of a balloon: his stomach and head went down in size bit by bit, his range of vision going down as it did so, and his clothing submerging him as he went down (along with his collar, which fell around him, trapping him like a fence).  Cane managed to reach out between the shirt that had piled upon him, and he found a gap, getting out with a sigh of relief.  
His whole body was nearly shrunk: all that was left was his tail, which was still huge.  But it wasn’t huge for long.  He felt it going down in thickness, until it was thin as his new arm.  Then it rushed down to meet his behind, and his transformation was finally complete.  They had done it!  The fennec fox was naked now, and only a few inches tall—and soon, they were going to make use of his tiny size.
Cane looked up at Whitney.  She was absolutely huge now, bigger than he ever thought possible.  The white wolf looked down at him with a regal smile.  “Marvelous darling, marvelous.  Looks like Redd really came through,” she said.  When she stood from the bed, the fennec fox marveled at her size and beauty, loving seeing his girlfriend this way.  “Now that you’re naked, let me show myself to you. . . “
She reached back and unzipped her dress, and slid her arms out of it, letting the fabric slide off of her body.  It revealed her furry, naked body, guarded only by a bra and underwear now.  Whitney smirked elegantly down at her boyfriend, and then took off her bra, letting her breasts come out into the open air.  Then she removed her underwear, and fully revealed her beautiful pussy to Cane, a flowering organ ready for him to enter.
“Are you ready, darling?” asked Whitney, crouching down in front of the tiny fox.  
“Absolutely,” Cane said, grinning.
“Very good, my dear.”
She held out her hand in front of him, flattening her fingers so he could get on.  The fennec fox walked onto her hand, and she gently lifted him, bringing her other hand around him as a guardrail.  Whitney stood back up and sat back down on the bed, moving so her back was against the pillows now, and she spread out her legs.  Then she brought Cane down in front of her vagina, which opened slightly at his presence, as if it knew he was coming inside.
“Well then,” Whitney said, smiling down at her tiny boyfriend, “looks like we’re all set.  Shall we?”
“We shall.” Cane said, giving her another smile.
“Excellent.”
She reached down with her other hand, and carefully plucked Cane up, holding him so that he would enter her vagina feet-first.  “Let me test out my new toy, dearie,” Whitney said, clearly enjoying this (in the most elegant way possible, of course).
Using his footpaws, she used her boyfriend to wake up her vagina, rubbing her lips with his body.  Cane moaned at the wonderful sensation, and she sighed in contentment, prodding her labia more with the fennec fox.  Ever so slowly, her lips opened up, the opening of her vagina revealing itself more and more as the labia parted.  “Perfect,” Whitney purred, letting out a happy sigh.  “Absolutely perfect, my dear. . . I can’t wait for you to get inside of me.”
The fennec fox stared into the opening, awed by the sight, watching as the entrance was fully revealed to him.  He was finally going to enter her, at long last.  Cane squirmed, eager to get inside, and Whitney laughed.  “Patience, my dear,” she teased him.  “You’ll get what you want eventually~.”
Then the unbirthing began.
The lips finally parted enough, and there was a sucking sensation.  Before he knew it, Cane’s knees were slurped inside her vagina, and he was well on his way to getting to her womb.  His feet and lower legs were now submerged in fluid, swimming in a cozy, wet space.  It relaxed him immensely, and he sighed, even more impatient now.  But for Whitney’s sake, he forced himself to be patient—they had only just started, after all.
Another pull, and his legs were fully inside, her vulva suctioned around his hips—he was halfway in already!  He cried out happily upon being greeted by more fluid, and above, Whitney was oh-so-elegantly getting off, her quiet cries music to his tiny ears.  She reached down and placed two fingers around Cane, then gently moved him up and down inside of her, bringing both her and him much more pleasure.  He responded by leaning into her grip, saying, “Yes. . .” as she rocked him up and down, back and forth.  Cane was her toy now, and he was happy to be so.
The couple’s cries got louder now, and together, they masturbated.  Whitney used her fingers to jostle Cane around more and more, and Cane felt his erection popping up over his stomach.  The fennec fox smiled as he and his girlfriend got off, him for being used, and her for using him to give her what she needed.  Even Whitney’s orgasm was elegant, a quiet cry with just a /touch/ of fluid spattering on Cane’s chest area, whereas Cane’s ejaculation was loud, sending semen squirting onto his stomach.
The wolf reached down and swiped the cum with her fingers, licking it gently.  “Fantastic,” she said.  Cane smiled, and looked up at his huge girlfriend; she looked down at him with a knowing grin.  They were just getting started.  But now that they had both indulged, it was time for the unbirth to continue.
The next slurp sucked in the fox’s stomach, and then his belly (along with part of his arms) was surrounded by fluid too.  Whitney’s hand let go of him—her vagina could hold Cane just fine now—and Cane let himself feel purely inside of her.  All the parts in his wolf were wet from the comfy, liquidy walls, and it felt peaceful, more peaceful than he’d really imagined it would be.  “You feel absolutely /divine/ inside me, dear,” Whitney said, her voice quiet enough so that it wouldn’t hurt his shrunken ears (Cane was sure she did that on purpose, which was really sweet).  “I can’t wait to have all of you—I simply /must/ have you, handsome.”
He smiled.  “Then take me.”
“Oh, such a naughty boy.”  The wolf laughed.  “Very well, I suppose I shall.  But be careful what you wish for. . .”
Cane’s chest was sucked in next, along with the rest of his arms, and just like that, only his neck and head were left outside!  Almost all of him was in that divine, beautiful space—finally!  It felt beyond amazing to be submerged like this, and he squirmed, eager to be fully in Whitney’s vagina.  And the journey after that would be even better. . .
“So eager,” teased his girlfriend.  “I suppose I must give you what you want—I wouldn’t be a good girlfriend if I let you stay there /too/ long, now would I.  In you go~!”
Her vagina pulled him in, and suddenly, he was completely surrounded by cozy, comforting, dripping fluid, his entire body encased within his girlfriend.  It was the warmest place he’d ever been in, and the fact that he was so close to Whitney was the best feeling in the world.  The walls were comforting as well, like moist blankets around his eager flesh, and they squeezed and knead at him with enough force to be relaxing, no overwhelming.  The inside of Whitney’s vagina was almost as ladylike as the wolf herself, which was a lovely thing for him to have.  Him, and him alone. . .  The fennec fox closed his eyes with a happy sigh, submitting to what would come next.
And it came, thankfully, much quicker than he expected.  He was pulled in deeper by the vagina, sucked in further inch by inch.  Cane traveled down, down, down the tunnel of fluid, peacefully floating through it, as if he was submerged in a river.  It lapped gently at his body as he made his way down to his destination, as if greeting the new presence in Whitney’s cavity.  Cane found himself laughing in delight, and he wished there was more space in here for him to splash around in, to dive in deeper into this sea of liquid.  But he had to be patient—that was what the womb was food, after all.  And so, he floated further and further in, the fluid churning gently around him as he traveled.
“Sounds like you’re having fun,” Whitney said.  “Hold tight, love.”
Then he reached the cervix.  The walls were tighter than the other area had been, with much less fluid, too.  But he knew his final destination would be much different, so he didn’t mind much.  At least, not yet.
The place squeezed around him like an esophagus, making his body feel cramped and hot as it took him in.  The cervix could open wide enough to let a baby pass through, but today, it was sparing him no mercy whatsoever, and refused to loosen its grip around Cane as he traveled down.  Fluid occasionally appeared on the walls, but by and large, the place was just flesh—claustrophobic, squeezing flesh that made his muscles ache.  It was somewhat overwhelming, and more than ever, he felt the need to stretch his body out.  But instead, he let himself be pulled through, waiting patiently, as Whitney had advised him.  Cane knew he would be there soon.  Just a little bit longer, and. . .!
His feet entered the space first.  He felt them go from the tight tunnel of the cervix, to a fluid-filled floor, wet and ready for his entrance.  Cane’s heart skipped a beat, and he smiled to himself as he body went inside more and more.  First the rest of his legs came inside, then his chest, then his stomach, and finally, his neck and head came in with a /pop/.  Cane smiled and let himself lie there, taking it all in.
He was in the womb at last.  Just like he’d dreamed, it was completely full of fluid, warm and comforting and just /good/ all around.  Around him, he could just barely see the walls of the space, and they too were wet and dripping, as if they knew he had arrived.  Some of the fluid dripped on him, and he smiled, letting himself be submerged.  This was wonderful.
“How are you doing in there?” Whitney’s muffled voice came from above, and Cane sat up, smiling up in the direction of his girlfriend.  “Are you alright, Cane?”
“I’m great!” he exclaimed, letting out a happy sigh.  “This is. . . This is everything I ever wanted.  Thank you so much, Whitney.”
“I’m so happy.”  He could hear the smile in her voice.  “And of course, my dear.  Take your time—we have a few hours before the medicine wears off, after all.  And after that, perhaps we can have some more fun~.”
He laughed.  “I’d like that.”
Cane lay against the floor of the womb and relaxed.  He was so grateful to Whitney—and Redd—for this opportunity.
Because this was perfect.