It was finally done. My makeshift, slapped-together plan was running smoothly, and the newly christened Ponyville royal guard band stood behind me in the train car. Each was a talented musician from ponyville, chosen carefully for their skills with instruments, and their singing voices. Ponies had been listening to family funtime music for far too long, it was time to introduce some grit, some punk, and most definitely some metal. Of course, that was all to come about after dark, when the fillies and colts went home. I silently thanked my eclectic taste in music for not consisting entirely of songs not safe for kids. Jimi Hendrix, Creedence clearwater revival, the animals, a bunch of songs from 90's movies. There were also quite a few pop hits, leftovers from the time my mom had used my phone while I was away. After she and dad passed, I never got around to erasing them. I'd never been a huge fan of pop music. furthest I'd ever gone was Michael Jackson.

Trottingham station was filled to the brim with people of all races as our train pulled in. Even the odd human. I earned a few stares for my blue eyes, Blonde hair, and my size, as most of the humans in this changed world were Shorter, and had much darker skin. Then again, They'd been the last humans in the world for millenia, and I suppose I do cut an intimidating figure. My train of thought was derailed however, as an exceptionally beautiful mare walked by. It wasn't her looks that caught my eye however, but her uniform. Grey, with red. A very, very familiar uniform to anyone with even a passing knowledge of the second world war. This mare was a goddamned nazi. She even had a swastika armband. I could feel my rage building, but I kept my face neutral as she turned and approached me, Her high leather stocking/boot things clicking against the floor as she eyed me. she stopped in front of me, before walking around me, poking and prodding before coming to a halt before me, an unreadable expression on her face. That is before she did a little jig and squeed in uncontainable excitement

"Oh mein Gott, oh mein Gott! Ich habe einen gefunden! Die letzte arische Mensch! der Übermensch!" She exclaimed, fawning over me. All I understood was "Ubermensch" which was german for superman.

".......What?" I said, nonplussed. She wrapped me in a big hug and lifted me off my feet, squeezing hard enough to crack some of my bones, which was one hell of a feat since I was about a foot taller and had a hundred pounds on her. She blushed and put me down, before snapping to attention and giving me that infamous salute. I was already losing my patience. You already know how I feel about Rapists, slavery, and murder. So you can imagine how I'd feel when faced with a being that represented some of the darkest days in history.

"My Apologies for my behavior, Noble one. It is just that in my search for the Aryans of ages past, I never expected to find a living, breathing example. After this competition you must join us in the sturmlands! The Fuhrer will be pleased! Ah, Forgive my trespass again! I have forgotten to introduce myself. I, Am Lieutenant Aryanne Hoofler. 4th army, thirtieth infantry regiment band."

"......Count Brandon fielder. Commander of the Ponyville first Royal Regiment, first Night guard Division." I said, trying to remain polite. I'm fairly sure that the princesses wouldn't take kindly to me starting a war when they were busy trying to prepare for another.

Aryanne smiled, her bright blue eyes twinkling. "See, even the Princesses of our allies, the equestrians see your worth. In the sturmlands, you could be a king! No, An Emperor! We'd throw our lives away for a true Aryan! Sieg Heil!" She saluted, increasing my growing headache.

"....No. I am Loyal to the princesses. Would you have me break my word of honor?" I said, trying to find a way away from this crazy mare. Her face fell, but she nodded.

"I see...." she said, tears threatening to fall from her face. Goddamn these ponies, why is it I can't stand to see them cry.

"....Fine, I do promise to visit, But your fuhrer and I are going to have some words. A very serious conversation about how things are, and how they must never be." I said, glaring at her coldly as she squirmed. I must ave put too much into the glare because a wet spot started spreading from her crotch as she blushed at me. I really hope it was pee. She ran off towards the rest of her group as I began organizing my own band. Little did I know it, but this was going to be an exceptionally interesting and exhausting day.

Author's Note

FUCKMOTHERING NAZI PONIES! PREPARE FOR DOOM! FLUFFY, ADORABLE, PONY DOOM!
I hate nazis, but to be honest, for some reason I couldn't hate Aryanne. Of course, i'd probably hit her upside the head for racism and genocide speak but still.

Maybe I should stop writing drunk......