Batmare and the foal wonder!

A pale yellow pegasus carefully made her way through the narrow, winding path. A small white rabbit hopped in front of her, leading the way. The Everfree forest was unusually calm in this area, which was normally bustling with life. After a few minutes, the rabbit came to an abrupt stop and began to shake.

"What's wrong Angel?" The yellow pony asked.

Covering his eyes with one paw, he pointed the other in the direction of a clearing. As she watched the bunny quiver with fear, it became clear he would go no further.

"Well... okay, I guess I'll have to see for myself."

The shy pegasus stepped forward with what she hoped was a brave face. As she entered the clearing however, her expression swiftly changed to one of anguished horror. Before her lurked what should have been a rusting hulk of decrepit machinery; but Nature dared not touch this particular demonic construct. Slowly the color drained from the poor mare as she stared, unable to blink or cry. In the presence of this depraved metal golem, natural laws seemed irrelevant, even obscene. The very existence of such a thing spat in the face of reality, which distorted itself to accommodate its inconceivable representation. The tiny mare finally averted her eyes, unable to gaze upon the horrendous countenance of what had to be the corrupted form of a train any longer.

A soothing voice entered the yellow mares' head. "Such a horrid thing, isn't it?"

"H-how can it exist? The trees... why are they melting?"

"Whoa... you... that really got to you, huh?"

"It, it must be destroyed, but I know it cannot be unmade. I will unmake its' creator instead."

"Wow, you just... went right off the deep end, there."

"Such an unnatural thing is a mockery to all of Nature, this sin cannot go unpunished."

"I'm actually a little scared now. You just go on ahead and do your thing, sister."

"After witnessing this profane machine, I no longer have kin."

But the voice was already gone, leaving an engulfing emptiness in its' place. Engulfing emptiness... there were but two places in Equestria that fit that description... the little yellow mare couldn't decide which to use.

The blinking light flashed a few more times, then stopped. Pipsqueak, his tongue sticking out in concentration, wrote out the last few letters of the message.

"E... r... y...m...u...c...h...s...t...o...p"

Smiling at the completed message, Pip grabbed the handle of the small spotlight he had pointed out the window and began to open and close its' shutters in reply.

"What in Equestria is all that racket?" A dark alicorn mare questioned as she entered the room. Pip let out a guilty gasp as he tried to hide the spotlight behind his diminutive back.

"N-nothing pwincess!"

"Nothing my flank! What is this?" Somehow missing the spotlight, Luna had instead noticed the note that had fallen to the floor. "... 'both love you very much. Stop'... Why this is a message written in Horse code! Those crafty buggers!"

"I don't know what you're talking abowt." Pipsqueak managed his best straight face.

"Hmm... I think visible light communication falls under the F.C.Cs' jurisdiction. I'll have Habeas Corpus write something up."

Pips' lip began to quiver. "B-but pwincess.... Hearths' Warming Eve is coming up, and I only want one thing!"

"As long as it's not 'seeing your parents' (who are dead, by the way), you can have any reasonably priced request you want!"

Pip slowly hung his head in defeat as silent tears ran down his cheeks. Just then a smartly dressed butler unicorn entered the room.

"Ah, Alfalfa, you look pensive; do you bring news?"

"We do, sir, apparently there has been a sudden blizzard on Mount Trotmore."

The foal wonders' ears perked up. "Mount Trotmore? But that's where my pawents were just... er... I mean..."

Giving the foal a quizzical look, Luna continued. "Since when does a blizzard concern Batmare?"

"Since non-native species began pouring from it and making their way here, sir."

"What kind of species?"

"Penguins, sir."

"Penguins?"

"Among other things..."

Thousands of bouncing penguins sped toward Moon Manor, the famous mansion and surrounding estate belonging to the esteemed Princess Luna. One may make note that penguins tend to waddle when on land, not bounce; and one would be correct in that observation. In fact, upon closer inspection, as the waddle of penguins approached, it could be determined that it was not so much a waddle as a combination of a celebration and a waddle. The giant snow cloud that this large group of animals kicked up was the 'blizzard' that had been reported earlier. Pipsqueaks' jaw dropped at the unusual sight.

"Are those penguins riding... polar bears?"

"Ah, penguins and polar bears, natural enemies forced to cooperate. Who would do such a thing?"

"I'm pwetty sure they aren't natural enemies, Batmare, they live on opposite sides of the planet."

Suddenly a deviously cute giggle erupted from within the animal amalgamation. Within a few dozen hooves of our heroes the group finally came to a stop. "You're little friend is right, Batmare, these two species don't normally interact."

"Did you really go to all this trouble to teach me a biology lesson?" Batmare asked, perturbed, as a white haze settled around her.

"Oh, no," the soothing voice continued,  "I've come here to correct something that is completely unnatural, much like the pairing of my animal friends, here."

"Who are you? Show yourself!"

Floating down from above the waddlebration, a small white pegasus landed softly in front of Batmare. Her pure white coat and mane blending perfectly with the snowy terrain. "I used to be a yellow pony with a pretty pink mane, but after witnessing your abomination... well... just look at me! um... if that's okay."

"Abomination, what you mean the Bat-Train? That old thing?"

"Do not utter its name! I have to unmake you before you create another profane construct that destroys the natural order! Behold the wrath of the Polar Mare!" At this utterance, the polar bears reared up on their hind legs and let out a mighty roar. Then the penguins began to dive into their waiting paws, soon a barrage of thrown penguin projectiles darkened the sky as Batmare and the foal wonder made a 'tactical retreat'.

Pipsqueak spared a sidelong glance at Batmare. "More like Bi-polar mare!"