This is a story based off of one of the characters in Alloyrabbit's Battleship ponies series found here: http://alloyrabbit.deviantart.com/gallery/49089296/Battleship-Ponies 

I highly recommend checking it out if you like macro/micro and vore.

>another sunny day at the San Diego Naval Base
>you are anon, the bizarrely green human
>apparently it’s some kind of rare pigmentation disorder
>you were told that it was because of your great grandfather
>something Banner, you never really cared to look up your genealogy 
>strange skin coloration aside, you are a part of a special auxiliary crew stationed on the base
>a proud member of the Aquatic Equine Preservation Specialists
>AEPS for short
>or you would be proud if your job was as fancy as the title made it sound
>your job is to clean and help perform maintenance on the shipponies while they’re docked at port
>four years at the naval academy
>and you’re a glorified janitor
>they had made it sound like you would be able to work closely with the shipponies
>huge creatures of both flesh and metal
>intelligent and powerful
>a surprisingly successful combination
>you don’t even get to ride with them when they sail out to sea
>nor do you really get to work on the really big ones
>on rare occasions, you get Destroyer in
>despite the name, she’s actually quite amicable
>bubbly too
>you’d even consider making friends with her if she wasn’t a titanic living warship
>once you even had Battleship in the shipyard
>that was probably the worst day of your life
>she was particularly mean spirited and arrogant
> she kept making terrible one-liners about being “dirty AEPS”
>and wouldn’t stop calling you little man
>yeah that got old real quick
>at least you weren’t on hoof cleaning duty that day
>she nearly sent some greenhorn off to the hospital
>though you guess you’d be arrogant too if you had cannons that could fire shells that weighed over a ton
>whatever, you’ll be sure to call in sick the next time she’s in
***
>today was a special day
>the Alicarrier was in
>she’s supposed to be the largest of all the shipponies
>pretty much a floating city
>she was in to get some sort of experimental new sensors removed
>they were attached recently as a sort of trial run
>there were some…complications
>apparently, they worked a little too well
>the signals they picked up were amplified
>it made the ships susceptible to suggestion
>someone on the street might even call it “mind control”
>ever since they were installed, she had been acting strangely so it was decided to remove them immediately
>having a titanic warship go rogue was a chilling thought
>you had a few friends in engineering and had managed to get a peek on the specs for the sensors
>they were unorthodox to say to least
>they were literally in the shape of a gigantic pair of bunny ears
>apparently one of the higher ups in robotics must’ve thought that TV ‘rabbit ears’ was a literal concept
>that’s almost as bad as the designs for sound-wave equipped horseshoes for the amphibious models
>the only possible use for those was to make it easier to cause more property damage during an assault
>what a weirdo
>whatever, it isn’t your job to care, all you need to worry about is the full cleaning detail ordered for her
***
>you approach the small office where the job assignments are posted
>you usually get the back swabbing duty
>its time consuming but at least it’s fairly simple
>you feel sorry for the sucker who has barnacle duty
>poor bastard must spend more time underwater than he does above it
>just before you open the door to the office, one of your nearby coworkers calls out to you
>”Hey Anon, didja hear? Ted called in sick today”
>fuck
>fuckfuckfuck
>that means all the jobs will be reshuffled for today
>that bastard must’ve known ahead of time
>you’ll have to make sure to stick a potato in his car’s tailpipe next you see him
>you rush inside to survey the damage
>scanning the job assignment board, you see your usual position on the back was indeed swapped out
>frantically scanning down the list, you find your name
>you’ve got the oral cavity instead
>well shit
>at least it isn’t the worst job, though it isn’t exactly the most pleasant
>whatever, pay is pay
>you punch in and go to change out of your civilian clothes and into your uniform
>tacky bright yellow so as to avoid any unfortunate accidents
>you made your way out of the office and towards your work destination
>she was housed in a gigantic hangar
>part of it was open to the sea to allow for her to float comfortably while the team worked
>as you passed through the service entrance, the first thing you noticed was the sheer scale of her
>she barely fit into the hangar
>her steel-gray hair cascaded loosely across her long, slender neck
>on a car-sized peg nearby, her beret hung, freshly laundered
>the Alicarrier herself was gently lounging in the water
>she had a pair of reading glasses on, her normal pair sent off for power cleaning
>she had a massive book printed specially for her floating in front of her
>how she manages to do that, you don’t know
>it’s one of those popular new Daring Doo books
>’Daring Doo and the Model Citizen’
>yeah, you don’t get that either
***
>you make your way over to a tower at the front of the pool
>you’ll be using an elevator in the tower to ride your way up to the top
>inside, your tools and a full-body suit are already ready for you
>since they’ll be used to clean the inside of her mouth, they’re specially washed for her health
>they also can’t leave the area, lest they be contaminated
>you put on the extra suit and grab your gear before entering the service elevator
>as you ascend, you can see through the glass window
>the impressive figure of the Alicarrier looms over you as the elevator chugs upwards
>the elevator has an intercom that connects to one the Alicarrier has
>as per protocol, you introduce yourself and your title to her
>you finish with a description of the job you’ll be performing
>Four years at the naval academy
>and I’m a glorified toothbrush
>you think to yourself as you finish
>there’s a silence and you almost wonder if you said that out loud
>finally she responds back, curt and direct
>you hear it through the elevator more than the intercom
>”Very well”
>her voice is surprising
>you expected something of that size to have a very deep voice
>it’s not quite high pitched
>not as high as Destroyer at least
>but enough to be recognized as feminine
>these shipponies never cease to surprise you
>finally you reach face level
>the elevator opens and you haul the box containing your tools out to the loading bridge
>a quick gaze up and you realize that she still has the ‘bunny ears’ attached
>you guess some of the jobs will be performed now and the rest will be after they’re removed
>oh well, not like it changes your job any
>as you approach her face, her eyes turn away from the book she’s reading
>and her gaze is directed right on you
>you can almost feel the weight the two golden orbs pressing down on you
>the pupils, larger than you are, refocus on your tiny form
>you’re glad that she’s on your side
>her visage is a practiced look of neutrality
>neither belying her thoughts or emotions
>yet you get the hint of stern, uncompromising interior to match the exterior
>her attention fully directed on you, she speaks again
>”Make sure to get all the way in the back.”
>you break into a cold sweat as she places her muzzle at the end of the bridge
>and she opens, wide
>her tongue extends out like a red carpet
>you steal a glance inside
>the entire scene is surreal and a bit unnerving
>large teeth the same as you line both the top and the bottom
>rather than being horse-like, they’re more akin to human teeth
>she even has incisors and canines
>following the path of her tongue further in you can see where it dips down into the darkness of her throat
>every so often it’ll expand outwards and then return to normal
>hanging above is her uvula, gently swaying with her breaths
>you suppress a shudder at the sight of the throat
>she could easily swallow someone of your size whole
>your base instincts are screaming at you to turn away and flee from the gigantic mouth in front of you
>you tear yourself away from the sight to open up your toolbox
>inside is a specially designed instrument
>it’s basically a large extendable toothbrush
>there is also a tube of what would be the shippony equivalent of toothpaste
>at least the brush is an electric one
>you don’t even want to consider how long this job would take with a manual model
>donning the facemask and tightening the hood, you seal yourself into your suit for hygiene purposes
>finally you attach a safety cable to the harness on your suit
>there were two switches on the end of the cable, one to recall the cable, and you with it
>the other was an emergency release
>who had the bright idea to place them so close to each other?
>finally ready, you turn back to the Alicarrier’s open mouth
>she had kept her tongue extended the whole time
>growing impatient, it recedes back into her mouth
>”Are you going to get to work soon, Specialist?”
>great, you’re on thin ice already
>the massive tongue comes back out as her mouth opens wide once again
>you step onto the pink organ, placing a hand on her upper lip for balance, the other gripping the brush
>you climb your way into her mouth
>you’re glad for both your sakes these suits are specially cleaned and kept secure
>you even heard rumor that they were flavored
>cinnamon of all things
>what kind of weirdo would even design something like that?
>you never paid much mind to the rumor 
>the gentle sigh that escapes her throat as you walk across the tongue has you reconsidering now
>completely in her mouth, the tongue moves back in as well
>she keeps her mouth wide open though
>you apply some of the paste and then the brush whirrs to life
>you really hope that she learned not to swallow her toothpaste
>you start with the front teeth and work your way back, cleaning front, back and sides of each
>you’re really glad that she can keep her mouth open through the whole procedure
>saliva starts to pool, dripping from the ridged roof
>turning off the brush, you twist the head and another instrument extends out
>this is a vacuum to drain away fluids that build up, just like at a normal dentist
>clearing any saliva, you return to your job
>you fight a constant battle, cleaning each tooth and then draining away any built up fluid
>at least she’s a cooperative patient
>you don’t even want to think of how bad Battleship must be
>probably why they have a security line in the first place
>all things considered, the Alicarrier’s mouth is actually relatively clean already
>the crew must do a really good job in keeping up dental hygiene at sea
>eventually each tooth is cleaned and polished to a mirror sheen
>you retrieve a length of waxed nylon rope from your belt
>taking another pass, the space between each tooth is flossed
>most of the job is done, now all you need is to clean the tongue
>of course this is also the hardest part
>there is a lot of surface area and a difficult angle near the back
>you probably should start at the back and work your way to the front
>you take a quick glance back towards her throat
>your instincts are still trying to convince you to flee from impending consumption
>her tongue shifts to and fro, uvula sways
>each breath reminds you that you are inside a living being
>one with enough firepower to level a city but a living being nonetheless
>you steel your nerves and figure you might as well get it over with
>applying a new coat of paste, you trudge your way towards the back of her mouth
>her tongue moves slightly with each step, making it difficult to keep a proper footing
>you’re going to need a long, hot shower after this
>reaching the back, you place a hand on a rear molar for support
>her uvula is hanging right near your face
>it’s going to be pretty hard to work around it
>you take a look down
>and you instantly regret it
>it is an extremely bizarre sight, staring down something’s throat
>you double check to make sure that your safety line is still secured
>you push the recall button to tighten the line
>and then you hop over the edge to get a better angle
>you plant your feet firmly on the base of the tongue
>you’re now suspended over the void, the tension of the cable keeping you straight enough to work
>little light is filtering this far back
>the dim lighting makes your surroundings look even more otherwordly 
>an occasional gust blows past you as you get the brush ready
>flipping the on switch, it whirrs to life for a moment
>then promptly dies
>you try several more times, to no avail
>after several minutes of attempts, you hear an impatient harsh noise around you
>this is the first time that you can said that you’ve heard someone clear their throat
>while you were inside of it
>looks like the last moron to use the brush forgot to properly charge it afterwards
>nothing to do now but go and try to find a spare
>you reach over to hit the button recoil
>in the dark of her mouth, you accidentally hit the emergency release
>for a moment, time stands still
>then gravity takes over
>the security line holding you suspended over the depths goes slack
>you begin to tumble downwards
>reaching frantically, you stretch your hand to grab the end of the line
>by sheer luck, you manage to grab it, grasping your literal lifeline with both hands
>you make the mistake of looking down again
>her esophagus yawns widely as it dilates to impressive proportions
>in the faint light, you’re able to see pretty deep before it fades back into darkness
>you slowly pull yourself up
> you’re glad that all this time working with machinery and ships has granted you extraordinary upper body strength
>in fact, if you were some civvy at his computer, you’d never be able to pull this off
>no, you’re sure of it, they would’ve fallen by now to god knows what fate
>but that’s not you as you manage to hoist yourself to reconnect the line
>unfortunately, it’s pretty difficult work with your hands slick with saliva
>wait, saliva?
>shit, you realized that without you constantly draining it, the saliva has been building this whole time
>your environment begins to shift in the rumblings of motion 
>you realize that the Alicarrier is going to instinctually swallow to clear the saliva away
>you’re still hanging on behind the base of her tongue
>it begins to rise up in preparation
>you don’t know if she doesn’t realize what’s going on or just doesn’t care
>you pull up to attach the line back to your harness
>you’re almost there when you can practically feel the passage beneath you open up again
>the walls around you suddenly collapse
>you feel the thunderous gulp more than you hear it as you barely manage to reattach the cable
>before you can hit the recall switch, you’re pulled down
>the muscles constrict you tightly as you’re drawn deeper into her body
>outside, a small bulge works its way down the Alicarrier’s neck before disappearing into her body
>the swallow drags you down before the line goes taut again as it runs out of length, halting your descent
>if you thought the back of her mouth was surreal, this is even worse
>all around you, you can hear the sounds of her body
>heartbeat thudding away, as well as great bellows of lungs roaring through thick flesh
>somewhere below you, you hear the grumbles of her stomach
>you don’t even want to know how close you are right now
>wasting no time, you hit the right switch and it immediately starts to pull you back up
>as you exit her esophagus and back into her mouth, you realized that during the chaos you lost your brush
>some other sap will have to go get it, you don’t get enough hazard pay for this
>you slide over the back of her tongue and into the center of her mouth
>you switch off the motor pulling you and lay there for a second
>that’s when you realize it’s pitch black still
>the Alicarrier must’ve closed her mouth sometime after you were accidentally swallowed
>not willing to deal with more bullshit, you’re about to hit the switch to pull you out completely when she opens back up
>thankful for the chance to escape, you stumble out of her mouth and collapse onto the loading bridge outside
>after a moment of rest and celebrating your regained freedom, you turn around
>you are greeted with the sight of Alicarrier, an eyebrow raised in a look somewhere between quizzical and disappointed
>you explain that you lost your brush and the rest of the job will have to be completed tomorrow
>A frown grows on her face
>”This’ll go on your performance report Specialist Anon.”
>great, there goes any vacation days you might’ve had
>”I will see you early tomorrow Specialist to finish your job.”
>you swear that there is hungry glint in her eyes
>it’s gone in a flash, leaving you to wonder if it was ever really there
>you pack up what gear you have left and make your way back to the elevator on shaky legs
>as you descend down the elevator and you are treated to a view of her slender neck
>the thought that you were just inside there gives you the shivers
>maybe you’ll take two hot showers instead
>as you walk out of sight, the Alicarrier turns back to her book
>the frown quickly melts into a smirk
>the sensors that are scheduled to be removed seem to twitch slightly
>her tongue quickly darts out of her mouth and ran across her lips
>she would see him tomorrow indeed

Fin?