Of Demonic Firepower

From where he stood, Dante looked up at the top of the building. It had various candies, cakes, and other sweets in its design, from which Dante made the following assumption;

"Hmph. Looks like this is gonna be more of a kid's party than a 'party.'"

Concealing his weapons behind his coat, Dante walked into Sugar Cube Corners, where he almost immediately bacame deaf from sudden exposure to several pops, whistles, and other party-like sounds, not to mention the seemingly hundred voices who said in sync, "SURPRISE!!!"

Dante quickly felt pushed back from the force put behind the sound wave, but his feet stayed exactly where they were. Once his head wasn't ringing from one side of the world to the other, he said, "Well, I'm... not used to that..."

Several ponies quickly begun to laugh, whether at him or with him, Dante could not tell. However, after a moment, the pink pony made her reappearance. "Welcome to Ponyville!!"

Dante slowly nodded. "Uhh... Thanks." He started to walk further into the party floors, but he recalled not having the pony's name. "Wait a minute! Miss, I never got your name."

The pink pony followed him with his eyes. "I'm Pinkie Pie! Welcome to Ponyville!!"

Awkwardly, Dante slowly nodded, then spun on one heel and turned to the rest of the room once again, from which he could see the many games the other ponies were playing, the drinks, the cakes -- All of it. Nothing at all what he expected. Perhaps he had his hopes too high.

But then he recalled the fact that he was in a fantasy world directed to seven-year-old girls. He felt stupid as he thought he should've seen something stupid coming.

One pony got him out of his facepalm with a question. "Excuse me, umm, whoever you are. What are you? Who are you?"

It took Dante a short moment to analyze that this pony was purple with a midnight blue mane and tail with a pink highlight running down each. Feeling like a smartass, Dante answered, "What's it to you?"

The pony looked up at him. "What?"

"Oh, never mind," he said as he knelt down to come to eye level with the purple pony. "So tell me something first, Ms. Pony. If you don't know what I am, then that means I'm the first of my kind you've ever seen, am I right?"

"Yes, it is, now would--"

"Okay, that's odd," Dante thought aloud to himself. "I seem to vaguely recall there being people in the My Little Pony show. So if there aren't any people here, then either this is counterfeit, or it's just My Little Pony without the people..."

The purple pony cut him off from his thinking. "Excuse me? I'm not your little pony. I'm nopony's little pony, for that matter."

"Hmm?" Dante looked down from his thought. "Oh no, I'm just thinking aloud to myself. Don't pay me any mind. Now where were we?"

"I asked for your name, and your species."

"My species? What, you've never seen a human before?"

The pony stepped back a few steps, as she seemed to sense a hostile tension emanating from Dante. "Uhh... No, I haven't..."

"Well, I'm a human. But don't get used to it," he said, as he tightened the glove on his left hand with his right, "cuz I don't intend on staying here for very long."

The pony still only hosted a confused posture. "... ... ... Okay... ... So, what's your name?"

Dante raised his eyebrows, realizing there was fun to have in a seven-year-old-girl-show after all. "Well, if you suddenly bumped into me on the streets and saw me like this, then what would you think my name was?"

The look on the purple pony's face was priceless, as she just kept getting more confused. "What would I...?"

Dante motioned with his hands for the pony to continue. "Call me if you had never met me before?"

"Umm... Well, your hair style looks a lot like Ebony's and Ivory's, so maybe I'd call you... Amber?"

Disgusted, Dante blurted, "AMBER!?!? Gahhahahahahahahaha -- Wait, what?"

"Wait, what, what?"

"Did you say something about my two handguns?"

The pony gasped and stepped back further. "Ebony and Ivory! So, YOU must be Dante!"

Now it was Dante's turn to be confused. "Wait, they... 'told' you about me?"

"Yeah. They're ponies now. They say they vaguely remember being handled by their master, who went by the name of Dante..."

"So, Ebony and Ivory were transformed into..." Dante shook his head and clasped his hands around it. "No, that's pushing it a little too far."

"What is?"

"My guns! You're saying they're ponies now!?"

"Hey, if they were important to you as handguns, then I'm sorry. That was then, and this is now, and right now, they're ponies."

Dante exhaled very slowly, yet very angrily. "Okay, so where can I find Ebony and Ivory?"

"They're right over there," the purple pony pointed with her right forehoof. "Go talk to them. They don't talk much, but they should open up to you."

Following her hoof to two ponies next to the wall - a black male with silver eyes, and a silver female with black eyes - Dante started approaching the duo. Upon getting close enough, Dante began to feel the presence of an actual demon, or maybe more. The signal was weak, but it was there.

Kneeling down so he could speak with them on eye level, he looked at the black pony. "Ebony?"

He remained silent, but turned his flank to show Dante the name etched into his thigh. Upon reading the word 'Ebony,' the devil hunter brought his palm to his forehead once more, in what he called 'embarressment.' Now, turning his vision to the silver, his further fears were confirmed when her flank read 'Ivory.'

Shaking his head, Dante held out his hand. "Nice to meet you, Ebony and Ivory."

The ponies only looked at each other, then Ebony spoke, "Nice to meet you, too, sir."

"Oh, it's not quite like that, you two. We've always known each other, though not necessarily in this world."

"And what does that mean?"

Dante smiled and fluffed his hair. "Hmmhmm... My name is Dante."