The nazis have won. The war ended 40 years ago. Life is fine for the most part, just a bit harsher. To harsh. To militarized. WE MUST RISE!!!
This is a story from a shared account, named humanstanksandponies. The story didn't come out quite right. It may seem cheezy, and it's in a "this story sucks cuz I say so" group. And I never gave them permission to do that.

A small squadron of P-51D Mustang pilots gets stuck in equestria, along with the wrath of the war behind them. They are all aces, but their squadron is only made up of five planes. How will they fare against Nazi's AND changelings?