Loona's Blended Binge

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Loona was bored and hungry.  So she did what all bored and hungry demons do: go to the living world for some food.
Opening the portal, the hellhound peeked inside of her destination.  It was a rather small house, and it looked like the coast was clear for her to go eat—perfect.  Stepping inside, Loona found herself in the kitchen.
She opened the fridge and looked inside, searching for tasty snacks.  “Yeah, that’ll do,” she muttered, closing the fridge and taking out the blender.
Now, the hellhound’s blender wasn’t an ordinary machine.  It could break up anything, no matter the size or shape, liquifying the hardest material down to mush for her to consume in her hammer space stomach.  And if it consumed something living, that thing would remain conscious as a liquid. . .
She picked up the fridge and stuffed it in the blender.  Then, she turned it on.
The blades spun around and liquified the fridge bit by bit, breaking the device and the food within down to its bare essentials.  Bread, pizza, old milk, dead spiders, freezer drawers, all were broken down by the blender.  The refrigerator reduced down in size at it was blended, being cartoonishly chopped up until it was nothing more than white mush.
“Cool.  Whatever,” Loona said, face flat as she switched off the blender and brought it to her lips.  She drank up all the liquid in a matter of seconds, sending it from mouth to stomach in a few easy gulps.  “Hmm. . .”  She felt the food splash into her hammer space stomach and grinned.  That had tasted really good—but she was interested in having more than that.
So she placed the blender on the floor.  Then the hellhound looked around the kitchen, snatching up everything and anything that could become food in the room.  Flour?  Went in the blender.  Spices?  Tossed in!  Cockroaches?  Add them to the menu!  And then she moved onto the rest of the kitchen. . .
Breaking down the entire space, she threw in the kitchen drawers, ripping them off their hinges and throwing them into the blender.  Then she moved onto the appliances, tossing in the microwave first, then the toaster, then the smoothie machine (how ironic).  The cupboards were next, as Loona tore them off of the walls to throw them inside.  Then the table and chairs were chucked in.
By the time she was done, the kitchen was bare, and the blender was piled high, reaching far above the machine.  “Alright, looks cool,” Loona said, licking her lips.  Then she turned the blender on.
Immediately, the machine reacted, and started breaking down all the food that was inside of it.  Even the biggest things Loona had found, like a massive loaf of bread, was no match for her blender, as it was reduced down into first chunks, then liquid by the spinning blades.  The cockroach screamed as it was chopped up by the machine, sending love to its wife as it was reduced down to nothing.
More and more stuff was chopped up by the blender, raining down upon it.  The objects were plentiful and numerous—Loona had done a very thorough search of the kitchen, after all—and it filled up the blender more and more, liquidizing piece by piece.  Finally, after a long time of blending, everything had been broken down.
Loona grabbed the blender and brought it up to her mouth.  “Neat, whatever,” she said, tipping it.  The liquid was poured directly into her gaping maw, and she gulped it down without a care, swallowing and sending it down to her stomach.
Loona let out a burp, smirking evilly to herself.  “That was ok, I guess.”  She frowned.  “But I’m still really hungry. . .”
Just as she was thinking about what she should eat next, she heard the door of the house opening.  Loona smirked.  Perfect—that would be her next course.  Yum.
Timothy had a decent day at work, all thing considered. Sure, his boss yelled at him all the time, and his coworkers didn’t appreciate him, but hey, somebody had brough donuts in for breakfast!  And that always made bad days much better . . . at least for a while.  But now he was home, and it was time for him to go get some rest and relaxation until the next day.
He walked inside, closing the door behind him, and put away his coat and his bag.  He was a little hungry, and decided to go over to the kitchen to get a snack.  Then he could go upstairs and chill, then take a nap.  Yeah, that was the plan for tonight.
So he walked down to his kitchen—and the man immediately froze upon entering the room.
A large wolfess with long gray hair and a massive tail was standing in the middle of his kitchen, and when he came inside the room, she looked at him with a big grin.  She was wearing a spiked choker, a pentagram shirt, and short shorts, along with wrist bracers.  Her eyes were glowing red, and he had a bad feeling upon seeing them pierce into his soul. . .
“What are you doing in my house?!” Timothy shrieked, staring at the demon in fear and surprise.  “G-Get out of here before I call the police.”
“Oh, great,” Loona said, a small grin forming on her face.  “I was /totally/ in the mood for some human food today.  You’ll do perfect, buddy.  Now, come here.”
“Human food?!” the man cried.  “Oh no, no way, you’re not going to—!”
His cries were reduced to whimpers when the hellhound grabbed him with both hands, and he was dragged forward.  Loona turned on the blender and tossed it on the ground.  “This won’t hurt a bit,” she said, holding Timothy above it.  “Ok, well, it might hurt a little; I’ve never been in there myself.  Anyway, bye!”
“Wait!” Timothy shrieked.  “I’ll do anything, just please let me go!  I don’t have much, but I can pay you!”
“Not interested,” the hellhound said flatly.  “I’m more food hungry than cash hungry.  So get in the blender.”
She dropped the man in, and he fell into the whirring machine.  His feet landed inside first, and were immediately blended up, cartoonishly being stirred around around and around as he was broken down.  Surprisingly however, it wasn’t a painful process—it felt like something was tickling his ankles.  That is, until he looked down and saw he /had/ no ankles anymore.
The blender continued to consume him, making its way up his legs, chopping up the poor man until he was just a pile of ooze.  Timothy tried to reach for Loona with his hands, use her to pull him out, but she just stepped back with a frown, watching her food get blended, licking her lips and anticipating tasting him already.
More and more of the man was blended, chopping up his stomach and chest, until only his shoulders, arms, neck, and head were left.  Timothy reached out of the blender again, in a last-ditch effort to escape, but he couldn’t grab onto anything—and so the rest of him was devoured, the soon, the blades cartoonishly whooshed through his face, and turned it into liquid.
He fell into darkness.  And then. . .
When he opened his eyes, Timothy felt . . . puddle-y?  Looking around, he could see he was near the floor, and some sort of window was clouding his vision.  Where /was/ he?  Because this certainly wasn’t heaven, and probably wasn’t hell—maybe this is what purgatory looked like?
“There we go.”  He jumped in surprise upon hearing Loona’s voice, and suddenly, he was moving upward.  “Look dude, you’re probably getting used to this, but you’re pink liquid now,” the hellhound said flatly.  “Now you’re going to get in my stomach and you’re going to like it.”
He was liquid?  Wait—as in he was the liquid the blender had made of him?  Looking around, he could see he was surrounded by red juices—was that his remains?  Gross.
“Aaand let’s see how this tastes, I guess.”
The floor suddenly shifted, and he fell onto one of the walls, sliding downward.  Looking forward, he could see a terrifying, open maw ahead of him, and the man screamed, trying to stop his descend.  But gravity pulled him downward, and he fell into Loona’s mouth with a /splash/.
She emptied the liquid inside of her maw taking Timothy for a ride as he was tossed and turned through the place.  Then, she swallowed him with a /glug/, and the poor man was forced into her throat.  He flowed quickly down the cylindrical tube, and landed in her stomach, where he was digested out of existence.
“Well, huh,” Loona grunted, patting her stomach.  “That was ok, whatever.”  She groaned.  “But I’m still hungryyyyy. . . What can I eat now?”
She looked around the house again, searching for any spare scrap of food to be found.  But not even a crumb was left, thanks to her earlier feast in the kitchen.  “Now what?!” the hellhound muttered.
Then, she had an idea.  She was standing on this great big world, right?  Surely /that/ would be enough to satisfy her hunger!  That had to work.  Hopefully.
She walked outside of Timothy’s house, and put the blender upside down on the ground.  Then, she switched it on.
The citizens of the earth were having a fairly normal day.  Birds were chirping, people were dying, everything was in order.  And then, the tremors started.
They shook the entire earth as the blender fought to begin its process.  Soon, the destruction began.
Everyone was pulled toward the machine at once as the world warped and compacted, people and buildings and trees and /everything/ flying through the sky as everything went topsy-turvy.  The humans screamed in terror, and people cried.  Was this Armageddon?  The end of the world?  Climate change?
Nope.  Just a really, /really/ hungry hellhound.
“Come on already,” Loona muttered, tapping her foot impatiently.  “I’m, like, really hungry. . .”
As it warped, the world began compacting to fit inside the blender, being mushed up at a steady pace as the hellhound waited for her food.  First it was just dirt being blended up in there, then trees, then magma from the core, and then, finally, people started going inside.
They screamed as they were liquified, and the whole earth fell into terror.  Last moments were spent: with cries, with laughter, with selfies.  All got blended up by the machine.
“Yep,” Loona said, noticing the sky shattering around her.  “Aaaaany moment now. . .”
The clouds got pulled into the blender with everything else, and the barrier between Earth and space broke apart.  When the process was done, the planet was gone, and Loona had a /very/ full blender.
And so, as she floated through space, she looked the brown earth liquid, licking her lips, and turned off the blender.  Then she tipped it, pouring the contents into her mouth.  The people in the liquid silently screamed in terror as they headed toward their maw, but there was no escaping this fate.  Loona guzzled down the massive amount of liquid, gulping it down slowly as she took it all in, her stomach filling easily with the food thanks to the hammer space.  Finally, she had drunk all of it, and she let out an, “Ah,” licking the last remnants of the aftertaste as she savored her meal.
Meanwhile the people-filled liquid plummeted from her mouth, and landed in her throat with a loud /splash/.  The loud screams of a million voices, which flowed down the esophagus in a wave, landed in the hellhound’s insides.  Then they all landed inside the stomach: digestion immediately kicked in, and they were reduced to nothing.
Loona patted her gut, and shrugged off the drink.  “Eh.  I’ve tasted worse.”
And with that, she returned to her realm, satisfied by her blended binge.