Weresheep Cashier : Revengeance

"Cleanup on Isle 6, please." A Kikimora's voice resonated through the supermarket speakers. You could hear the friendly smile through it.

You've just finished putting the items into your shopping cart, checking that they were the reduced price ones (college boy's gotta pay his tuition, no?).

You begin to walk over to the checkout area when you remember that you left your wallet at home.

'Shiiiiiiiiiit.' You think to yourself, now internally panicking.

Your eyes dart from cashier to cashier, noting that they were all workaholic Kikimoras that would probably bust your ass if you couldn't pay.

'Maybe they won't?' You think, even though you know that they will.

Either way, you didn't want to make a public embarrassment of yourself, so you consider your options;

A) Try to sneak out with your items.
B) Attempt to guilt trip a Kikimora.

Neither of these seemed like they were going to work, so you considered just leaving your cart here, drving home, getting your wallet, driving back, which leads to wasting gas, which leads to wasting money, which leads to not being able to pay rent, nor tuition, which leads to being kicked out of apartment and college, which leads to being violently raped by Ushi-Onis that roam some of the nastier parts of the city, which leads to you being a drugged-up cumpump manslut which leads t---

--Weresheep!

You almost forgot about the Weresheep cashier you met last time you went grocery-shopping, and how she didn't scan your items, which saved you some money.

You found her resting her fluffy little head on the cash register, gently mumbling about...

...

..Dildos?

Anyway, you tapped her on the head to try and wake her up.
"Uh, excuse me, miss?"

Your response was as follows;
"Mnnm...."

This was not working.
You raised your hand and slammed it down on the conveyor.

"KNOBBLY!" She squeaked as she jumped up, arms raised.

...

She looked like she was about to go back to sleep again, but then she said
"Oh...! Hi again!"

She looked at the Kolze™© Patented Conversation Guideline Sheet™©, searching for a proper greeting.

"WelcometoKolze™©howmayihelpyouhowareyoutodayhowistheweatherbusynighttoniiight???" She said, in a flurry of half-asleep mumblings.

You wondered if she was drunk or just sleepy.

"Oh, I'm... fine, how are you?" You asked her, dumbfounded.

"G-" She yawned. "-ood!"

...cute.

You started putting your items on the conveyor, with her standing there, her head nodding lazily.

You could hear your heart throbbing as she picked up one of the items...

...

And completely missed the barcode, putting it into a plastic bag.

'Thank fuck.'

You could feel a few beads of sweat rolling down your forehead as she slowly, continually picked up the items, missed the barcode and then put them into a bag.

Once she was done you looked like you had just run a marathon, your shirt stained with sweat.

Your nice, freshly washed fully white shirt was now gray.

"Kind of..." She yawned. D'aww. "...warm today, huh?"

"Uh, n-yeah, uhm, kind of, yes."
God fucking *damn* it. This is the second time you've sperged out in front of her.

She giggled.
Your pants tightened ever so slightly.

"Well, here you go!" She held up your items, neatly placed in the shopping bags.
She leaned over to give them to you, and you could've sworn she sniffed your shirt.

"Have a nice..." She yawned. "...day!"

"Y-you too..." You muttered out in response.

You jacked off pretty loudly that night.