The thing most often contributed to society by lazy people is that they're unseen by those who actually contribute to society.  This is a blessing, sometimes, considering the state that their bodies are often in, for laggards tend to neglect even that which ought to be more important than money or fame; their own health.  It is with this in mind that I'll tell you a story, one of squalor and filth, with wretchedness sprinkled about like jimmies on a doughnut.  A story of one particular lethargic stallion in a small town just off the oceanic coast.  The name of this town was Nickerbury, and it's since been abandoned due to the construction of a nearby railroad causing any kind of passers-through to detour around, but I digress.

Nickerbury's most infamous resident happened to be a stallion much like one I was just mentioning; a slightly older gentlecolt who came from a family in Canterlot with plenty of money, but he had been such an embarrassment that they exiled him.  His family wouldn't just throw him to the wolves, however, so they offered to pay his way for a little while until he could get a stable place in society; an offer they would eventually regret.  The stallion, Brumby Neighste IV, loved only two things in the entire world: expensive food, and cheap women.  He didn't care about having money, though it was certainly convenient for the buying of food and women, but he'd just as soon sleep on a bed of straw than on one of silk, so long as he was allowed to never get up from it.  

Neighste was a disgusting individual, weighing nearly three quarters of a ton after nine years of constant eating and sleeping, and so inept with social interactions that, even if someone could be bothered to wheel his fat ass out of bed, he couldn't make any kind of impression besides that left in whatever cushions he sat on.  Frankly, nopony liked his company, especially not the women whose bodies he 'rented.'  They were, perhaps, more disgusted with him than anyone else, save one of course.  She was a black coated pony, something that wasn't commonly seen anywhere, but especially not that far east, so Neighste paid triple for her what he normally would.  She was definitely gorgeous, sporting a white highlighted mane and the prettiest ice blue eyes you'd ever seen, and with a name that just reverberated in the throat and left one feeling pleasant after speaking it: Maggie.

She was unusual, and Neighste very much enjoyed the unusual, so he decided that he absolutely must have her.  He still had a single servant, and she worked harder than any other pony in the town; busying herself with odd jobs just to make ends meet, as well as working full time for this disgusting lump of a pony.  She humiliated herself for her daily bread, while the stallion in her care ate enough to feed her entire family, all seven brothers and sisters and parents too, five times over.  When asked, even if by his own family, Neighste refused to work for a living, and he refused even to get out of his bed, except on one special circumstance: the sponge bath.

Luckily for his servant, Neighste was only willing to go through the effort of a sponge bath once a week, but in a cruel twist of fate, his servant was a pegasus that couldn't fly.  She had no magical horn to hover the sponge, and while most ponies wouldn't even consider touching Neighste with a ten foot pole, the pole on which her sponge was mounted gave her only a two foot distance from him, and she had to affix it in her teeth.  Her physical and mental fortitude was always tested on bathing day; the folds and rolls that she needed to lift with her hooves often weighed nearly as much as she did, and were stuck together with a fibrous mixture of sweat and shed fur from his dull, greasy coat.  She struggled not to throw up every time the sickening slap of flab displacing flab slid into her ears, and she always had to make a decision whether to breathe through her nose (and subsequently smell the behemoth) or to struggle with breathing around the stick.  This torture, mental and physical, lasted several hours due to the sheer mass of a stallion that needed to be washed, and deep down she knew that he took some kind of sadistic pleasure from the action.  Each day, she'd return home and cry alone, avoiding her brothers and sisters who depended on her income to stay fed; yet she still prayed to all princesses, past and future, that the repulsive leviathan would die in the night, either from sleep apnea or a heart attack, or at the very least something... painful.  She worked nearly seventy hours a week to keep herself and her family fed, while that gelatinous mountain stuffed his face with more food than he ought to physically be capable of ingesting, every single hour that he kept his eyes open.

On the day that he would have his prostitutes join him, Neighste's servant (known simply as "Clouds' Guest") would usually take a few hours to walk out into town and, at Neighste's expense, get herself some coffee.  She never had the money for coffee, but the blob always left his coin purse lying around, and he never once missed the four or five bits that it took to get a big, hot cup of dark coffee.  It was a life saver as far as she was concerned, so she always looked forward to the days when he would receive "visitors," even though she absolutely refused to watch with every fiber of her being.  One came about, though when she went to check on Neighste's purse, it was absolutely empty.  Clouds' walked back in to check and see if anyone had bothered to show up, and she did indeed spot a black mare tentatively approaching the aberrant pony before her.  While the beautiful black mare seemed to be absolutely perfect in every respect: perfect coat, perfect eyes, perfectly brushed and styled mane, and perfect posture, the stallion that she was in the room with didn't have a shred of perfection to his name.

His coat was technically mauve, but since his body lay so uneven under any light source it always seemed that he was several different hues at once.  His mane was greasy and matted, and only took up a very small portion of his entire body mass.  His tail, and for that matter his hind legs, were nowhere to be seen under usual circumstances, but all that time trapped beneath a sweating, grossly overweight body hadn't exactly been kind to its volume and bounce.  Even though the black pegasus seemed to be very skilled in pretending to be attracted to ponies, even she seemed repulsed just by Neighste's presence.  She shot a glance to the smaller, blue-green pegasus servant that expressed her emotions very explicitly.  They both knew that this guy would be either the death of them or the cause of a very severe series of humiliations.  To this, Neighste laughed a wheezy, bellowing laugh that caused most of his body to jiggle like the pile of jelly that it was.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm...  You there, Maggie was it?"  Neighste eyed Maggie like a fresh pastry, and although they knew better, both of the girls figured that he would be capable of eating either one of them just like one too.

"That's my name, sir."  Maggie managed to produce her expert speech without a single quiver in her voice.

"I'll give you five extra bits if you go fetch me something to eat before you start... working."  He smiled as big as he could, letting many of his chins stretch to accommodate the newly tensed area.

Maggie, oddly enough, gave a little smirk at this and turned around, walking right past Clouds' on her way into the kitchen.  Clouds' felt the black pegasus' wing brush up against hers, and somehow she felt very calm.  The blob sitting and laughing on the bed didn't bother her nearly as much, and she wasn't worrying about her next paycheck, but it only lasted for a few seconds.  This was followed by a feeling of chill that penetrated down to her bones, making her shiver violently before coming back to her normal state.  The entire experience was very odd, but she didn't have time to dwell on it when Neighste' asked her a question.

"Do you know her?"  His voice was deep, somewhat menacing even, but seemed almost grandfatherly.  As if he were deceiving her with every single word, and doing it well.

"No..."  She said, shyly.  She really didn't want to speak to him, and had gotten away without saying a word for the past few days in a row.  It was nice.

"Well neither do I...  You know, whenever I have the girls in, I usually think of you."  With this he let a much toothier grin show to the young pegasus girl.  His teeth had food in them from several days ago, and she could only imagine what his breath smelled like; the rest of him certainly didn't smell pleasant.  She was embarrassed at this thought, and at the same time driven to a dry heave as the mental image of herself "pleasuring" that lump tried to enter her mind.  "Not this time, though.  She's real pretty.  Just like you, except she doesn't make it so obvious when she's about to throw up...  and she doesn't steal my money."

The servant filly froze, unable to respond at all.  She knew that she could potentially go to jail for that, and considering this one's reputation he'd probably put her in there for longer than normal.  If nothing else, it meant she would be fired, and she had no idea what she would do for money if that were the case, so she just stood there waiting for him to continue.

"You're scared?  Hah, don't worry, I won't have you locked away.  A beauty like you would be like an Everfree Forest quetzal locked in a cage.  I couldn't do that, though I suppose I could make you stay for this..."

"Please... no..."

"Would you rather I took it out of your pay?  I think you're into... one hundred and sixty four bits that you owe me, by now.  That's a month's pay that you won't be getting...  For that kind of money I should have you do whatever I want you to for two hours, at least.  Be grateful."

She dropped to her knees, felt herself starting to cry, and simply refused to make any kind of decision.  He just wanted to humiliate her, both her and Maggie for his own amusement.  She had to do it or she wouldn't get paid, or he'd make her do something even worse to make up for it.  She already wanted to throw up just for being associated with him, that abominable excuse for a pony, and now he wanted her to sit and watch as he ruined the integrity of another beautiful young mare.  Nothing could be worse.  As soon as she was almost ready to stand up and accept the punishment, Maggie walked back in with a large plate of sauteed carrots and greens, still dripping with melted, salted butter just as Neighste liked.  As she walked back in, the servant girl felt like everything was going to be okay again.  Expertly, she handed the plate of food up to the glutton and let him sit back and stuff his face.  Once his mouth was full, Maggie asked the servant girl to leave, and Neighste's mouth was too full to object.  She gladly obeyed.

Not ten minutes later, Maggie opened the door and casually walked out, holding a small compact mirror up and wiping her mouth with the back of her foreleg.  She put her mirror away behind her wing and walked over to the servant girl, who was sitting at the kitchen table with her face buried in her hooves.  "Hey there, sweetheart, I don't think I ever got your name."

"Clouds' Guest...  My name is Clouds' Guest, but my family all calls me Cloudy...  I think maybe if I had a friend they'd call me that too."  The servant girl was clearly very distraught, but curious enough about the situation (especially now that Maggie was in the room) to ask.  "That was really fast...  Usually he makes the girls stay in there until after the time's up, regardless of whether or not they... well... you know."

"Oh, well he's not gonna get anymore time because he's dead."

"What?!"

"He had a heart attack just a few minutes ago.  I tried CPR but his chest is kinda like a mattress...  There's nothing I can do, and nothing you can do either."

"You didn't... Kill him, did you?"

"Pff, me?  Even if I had a knife I couldn't hit anything vital on that lard-ass.  He killed himself, slowly but surely.  I was just there to see it."

"W-what do we do?"

"I'm glad you asked.  We're going to leave this filthy place, no offense of course, you keep it remarkably clean, but regardless we're going to leave.  We'll stop by the hospital and let them know he passed on, finally, and then you and I are going to go out for something to eat."

"I'm not sure I have much of an appetite..."

"What about coffee, then?  Not exactly filling, and it should help settle your stomach."

Clouds' hesitated for just a second, blinked a few times, and realized that she was finally free.  She didn't know what she'd do about work, but something about Maggie was just beckoning her to follow.  "Maggie, was it?"

"Mhmm, unusual I know, but I had some strange, old, parents."

"Well, Maggie, you read my mind."