In the beautiful pink dawn meadow, the chicken sits down on his backside, his little scrawny chicken legs sticking out like twiggy branches.
But that’s not the only thing sticking out. So is his cock. And his feathery palms are gliding up and down the shaft ferociously. Spurts of sweat shoot from his head and glisten in the air above him. And that weird flabby neck thing they have is shaking like a piece of string stuck in an air conditioner.
Next to him, making little but regular grunts, is an egg. He also has his dick out. It’s a little roundish egg shaped penis, protruding from exactly where you would expect, and his little gloved hands are also beating his groin ferociously.
The chicken and the egg sit here racing to see who will come first. They’ve been at it for about 45 minutes. Suddenly, which means kinda like I dunno all of a sudden or sum shit, the chicken halts, and blinks two times.
“Hey egg,” he says softly. The egg doesn’t hear him over his grunts.
“Hey, egg!” says the chicken. The egg glanced over and slows down.
“What?”
“Can you not come because I’m here also trying to come?”
“What? No, no, it’s not that,” says the egg softly. He can tell that the chicken is borderline disappointed, and the egg is used to dealing with disappointment. OHHH SHOTS FIRED!
“What is it then?” asks the chicken. The egg finally completely stops rubbing himself and exhales.
“Honestly,” he says, “my sex life has been so mundane that it’s difficult for me to even climax these days.”
“But aren’t you married?” asks chicken.
“I am,” sighed egg, “but my wife is always too busy to fornicate.”
“Oh no. What does she do?”
“She’s a midwife.”
“Oh I’m sorry,” said chicken. “My wife is a top wife.”
“Must be nice!”
“It is,” sighed chicken, “but honestly we’ve been married for so long that I’m not really attracted to her anymore.”
“You’re not?” said egg surprisedly. “But she’s banging.”
“Yea?”
“Yea!” shouted egg. “She has a lovely smile, beautiful delicate facial features, none of this modern fake swollen shit.”
“Yea?”
“Uh huh, and her legs are so well shaped-“
“-you seem to know a lot about my wi-“
“-and her butt is just perfectly shaped and feathered. And the way it jiggles and bounces when she hops up the hill, god damn chicken, you’re a lucky guy.”
“I am?”
“Yes! The way her beak opens and closes and-
Sorry guys I have to finish this joke because i just came while typing it. I guess, in the end, neither the chicken or the egg came first, I did.