S.S. in Equestria

Dieter stared at the brown pony intently, his piercing blue eyes giving nothing away. Inside, he seethed. If this pony was indeed a Jew, he would die. The weak perish, the strong survive. That was the rule the Third Reich had always used. Dieter knew that his anger was more than that. The ghosts of the past still haunted him. He had dealt in death and been around it much too long to care anymore. Part of him was dead. He was no longer capable of compassion. It had died with his family.

The pony shrank back in fear. Dieter felt only distaste. This pony was a coward. He shrank back, fearing for his life. Dieter was surprised that he had survived this long. Only the strong deserve to live. The pony suddenly straightened his back. Dieter knew that pose. It was a pose that came whenever the rich were indignant. It was usually followed by a singular question.

“Do you know who I am?” The pony asked. “I am Filthy Rich! You eat because of me.”

Dieter felt like rolling his eyes. The name was strangely fitting. Dieter found himself suppressing cold laughter. He ate because of this minuscule creature? He could eat this stuck up parasite. Dieter’s face showed no emotion, ever the effective facade.

“Answer my question. Are you a Jew?” Dieter’s voice remained level, even mechanical. He took out his luger. It would be amusing to kill him.

“N...no!” Filthy Rich stammered.

Dieter sighed, holstering his luger. It was too bad, really. He really was looking forward to killing this waste of space. Dieter knew that he could not. It would not be the same. Dieter began to wonder why he even bothered. He quickly suppressed the thought. It was a shameful thing really, he was expected to kill for the Fuhrer. The Fuhrer is dead. He turned back towards Twilight.

The cyan pegasus, he noted was arguing quite forcefully with Twilight. Dieter picked up a few words. The blue coloured pegasus was referring to him as a “diamond dog”. Twilight was loudly assuring “Rainbow Dash” that Dieter was not, in fact, such a creature. Dieter sighed. He had always known that his arrival would be greeted with something less than enthusiasm. Everywhere he went, people had either been afraid of him, or hated him. Sometimes, he honestly couldn't blame them. He was, after all, a Nazi. No one liked Nazis.

Twilight gestured for him to follow her. Dieter shrugged. He followed. For all he knew they could be planning to gas him. If they did, the irony would not be lost on him. He knew what had happened in the concentration camps. They were death camps, really. He had never been in a camp. The Waffen-SS were devoted completely to combat. Concentration camps were for the SS-Totenkopfverbände, the infamous Death’s Heads. He had a few “friends” in that group. They were truly cold blooded. The probably had fewer emotions than he did. They were most likely dead by now. Dieter didn't care. He hadn't really cared for people for quite some time. What was the point? You cared for someone and they died. It always happened.

Twilight led him to what looked like a house built inside a tree. She lived there. The cyan pegasus, Rainbow Dash, had left sometime before, presumably to gather some other ponies. By the time Rainbow Dash returned, there were three others with her. Dieter observed them.

There was an orange one, with green eyes and a yellow mane and tail. The mane and tail were both tied into ponytails. The pun was not lost on Dieter. Even more surprising, she wore what looked like an American cowboy hat. She also spoke with an obvious American accent. Was it Texan? She had three apples for a cutie mark.

There was a white one, with blue eyes and a purple mane. The mane, strangely enough was styled to look...what was the word? Posh. She had three diamonds as a cutie mark. When she saw Dieter her eyes widened, and she spoke in abject horror. Here, standing before her, she had said, was a crime against “fabulosity”. Dieter couldn’t care less what she thought of his looks.

Finally, there was a pink one, also with blue eyes. She had an extremely unkempt mane. She didn’t walk. She bounced like there were springs in her legs. She had three balloons as a cutie mark. She was talking about throwing a “welcome to Ponyville party”. Dieter, as a rule, tended to avoid parties. They brought up many painful memories that he had buried with his cold demeanor.

The orange one introduce herself first.

“Howdy! My name is Applejack! Pleased to meet you!” She reached out as if to shake his hand.

“Touch me, and I will break your legs.” Dieter had responded. He didn’t like being touched.

Applejack was taken aback by the hostility displayed. What had she done wrong?

The white pony spoke next.

“My name is Rarity. You look horrid my dear. Allow me to fix up your uniform for you! It is a crime against fashion, all grey and whatnot!” Dieter noted the hopeful look in her eyes as she stared up at him.

“No.” Dieter replied. “You will not touch my uniform. It is against regulation to make alterations.”

Rarity blinked. How rude was this creature? She tried to display generosity, and he responded with indifference.

The pink one was introduced next.

“Omigoshomigoshomigosomigosh! I finally get to meet an alien! I am going to throw a party for you! Welcome to Ponyville! I’m Pinkie Pie.” She bounced up and down excitedly.

Dieter responded with silence. Pinkie Pie ("What an original name". Dieter thought) continued to bounce in circles around dieter, almost expectantly. When Dieter didn’t respond, she grabbed onto his leg and stared up into his eyes, her own widening and brimming with tears. Such displays were lost on Dieter. They only annoyed him.
“Mein Gott!” Dieter thought. “They really are ignorant! Fashion...parties.” Dieter thought the last two words with distaste.

Finally, the cyan pegasus, Rainbow Dash, zipped around his head and landed before him.

“I’m Rainbow Dash! You better stop being so rude to my friends jerk, or you will have to deal with me.” She flew up to his eye level and bumped his chest with her hoof.

“Don’t touch me.” Dieter put emphasis on each word. “No one shall touch me.”

“Oh yeah? Or what? You bleed on them?” Rainbow Dash responded rather brashly, staring at the blood stains on his uniform.

“No. The last person who touched me, I stabbed multiple times in the heart with a combat knife.” Dieter said the words with a hint of amusement. He left out the fact that the person he stabbed was in fact and enemy soldier trying to kill him. The group of friends recoiled in horror. They had never heard someone speaking so casually of such violence.

“I am Oberführer Dieter Heinrich of the Waffen- Shutzstaffel, and you will refer to me as such.” Dieter stated loudly. The ponies glanced at each other. What did that even mean?