Rarity admitted that the twinkling stars were gorgeous. The sky looked full of gemstones. She hadn't enjoyed hiking up the mountain, but for now, she could lie in her sleeping bag and admire the heavens. "This was a marvelous idea," she said.
Twilight said, "I need to take my telescope up here."
"It's like you could scoop up the stars and crunch them in your mouth," said Pinkie Pie. "Like bits of hard candy. Or shards of glass."
"Ah hope it's not cold tonight," said Applejack. "This high up, you can get freak storms."
"I'll just kick 'em," said Rainbow Dash, yawning. "G'night."
They were asleep when the blizzard struck. Fluttershy woke first. "Excuse me? Everypony? I think we're in trouble," she whispered. Nopony heard her over the roaring storm.
When Pinkie Pie woke, she made such a show out of chattering her teeth that everyone was awake in moments. Twilight, exercising her well-developed leadership skills, shouted, "I have an idea! Rainbow Dash, kick the storm away!"
"That was my idea!"
Rarity called, "You know how she is! Let it go!"
"I don't want her to think she's better than us! What will she do next, turn into a princess?"
"I don't care what she's going to say! Are you just going to let the storm rage on? Or doesn't the cold bother you, anyway?"
Rainbow Dash flew into the clouds and kicked furiously. A gust of wind threw her back down to the mountain. "It's too strong!" she yelled. "Twilight, can you use your magic?"
"I have a new plan!" said Twilight. "I'll use my magic!" Her horn glowed, and a magical shield enveloped the ponies.
"Whew," said Rarity. "I'm glad that's over."
"Only as long as I keep up this shield," said Twilight.
"A storm like this could last all night," said Rainbow Dash.
Fluttershy whispered, "We could shelter behind that boulder over there."
Twilight said, "I've got a new idea! We'll shelter behind that boulder over there." Four ponies looked at Fluttershy. She shrugged.
The six ponies moved to the lee of the boulder. "But what now?" asked Rarity as she watched snow pile against the shield.
"Ah got a plan," said Applejack. "Three layers of sleepin' bags oughtta be enough."
"Oh, like a blanket fort!" said Pinkie Pie. "Sharing is both caring and survival!"
"Ain't enough room that way. Y'all need to get into my cloaca."
"What?" asked four other ponies.
Twilight said, "New plan! Applejack will get under three layers of sleeping bags and the rest of us will sleep in—wait, what?"
"In my cloaca. Stop wastin' time an' help me out."
Applejack zipped two pairs of sleeping bags together. She stuffed her own sleeping bag in one pair and that pair inside the other pair. The other ponies jumped into her cloaca. Twilight went last. As soon as she was inside, the shield went down. Applejack got inside the inmost sleeping bag and used the last sleeping bag as a hood. She felt warm all night long. It was a warmth of profound satisfaction; of knowing that she was keeping her friends safe in her cloaca.