And a large, fluffy, white-furred Princess who laid on his stomach, carefully balancing herself with her hooves and wings around his sides so as not to lean on him too much. Her barrel was pressed up against his face, burying him in her chest-fluff as she softly looked at him from above. Somehow, she made shoving her fur-tits in his face still look regal. He had no idea how she did it, but she did.