It was rare that Pinkie ever thought about her ideas long enough for them to make much sense. However, her sister, Marble, had made it impossible for Pinkie not to fully explore - and, thus, be convinced by - the idea that super quiet ponies were secretly some of the most insistent ponies. This wasn't to say that Marble struggled to take "no" for an answer - there were just things she needed, especially from Pinkie, that seemed so desperately important. For example, there had been nights when Marble slithered noiselessly into Pinkie's bed and wrapped around her. Although Pinkie had cherished this, there was also a part of her that worried - worried about the exact nature of the dampness that Marble left behind at the base of Pinkie's tail, as well as the strangled, wordless sounds she imparted directly into Pinkie's ear. These pieces most likely indicated one thing... but the murk of night was always unbroken, and Marble's urgency always transformed the interactions into something somehow slipperier than Pinkie's ideas.

You’re incredible.

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It's a great story. Web fiction in general never gets the attention or praise that it deserves and fanfiction is even more of an uphill battle - you pretty much end up writing for yourself and the handful of likeminded people who happen to walk by. You've managed to really use the opportunities and limitations of the site in some laser focus to present genuine feeling and emotion - you've done it better than a lot of stories that I've read. Better than books I've seen on store shelves and above all that somehow managed to do it in a lot less words. I could try and gush more about the way you managed to structure it but I don't think I have the right vocabulary - it's just incredibly well put together.
I'll only promise to stay awesome if you do too!

I’m very flattered you consider Frag/Ment/Ed exemplary irrational fiction. Stay awesome!