John repositions himself atop her, their bodies protesting loudly, rubbing up against each other. However, that doesn't mean it feels bad. It doesn't feel like it should, though.
"Why aren't you... doing anything, John? Don't lay there like dead weight on top of me, do something!" Carrie protests.
"I... I can't, I can't reach the floor for leverage. I can flail a bit." to demonstrate the point, John wriggles his arms and legs about, even his tail some, causing Carrie to rock back and forth on her round back.
"Ooh, that... well, hmm." Carrie says, before a different sort of feeling passes over her than what sex brought about as a human. She feels relaxed, calm, serene. "Don't ya just feel like we could float away? And it wouldn't matter?"
"Yeah..." John answers, simply laying atop her, relaxed. She begins to roll over, and before too long, she's on top. "Maybe this is how balloons are supposed to feel during sex."
"Maybe..." Carrie says, and then a smile crosses her face. A devious one. She rears back hard, and manages to get them to a standing position. "But I don't wanna be peaceful and serene right now. I wanna get wild, crazy, and... bouncy!"
And with that, she kicks off of the floor, sending the interlocked balloon animal couple bounding all over the room once again, though not in mock battle this time, but wild intercourse. She lets out one loud yell before passionately locking lips with her balloon fox, causing the two to squeak and rub and build in friction.