Ray, one of the characters slated to debut in a planned sequel to the vore story A Pirate's Treasure. After Foxy's rebellion, William Afton ended up developing three more cybernetic organisms using Foxy's template, while adjusting to inhibit the development of a conscience. Ray was the first of new machines, possessing speed on par with Foxy's, but combined with a killer instinct and a variety of combat skills.

Ray is based off the character of the same name from the FNAF fangame Those Nights at Rachel's.

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Ray groaned as he felt his belly sag much lower than he was used to. The cybernetic raccoon was experienced in devouring a wide range of meals, big or small, but he really outdid himself with this one… the person had been quite large. So large that for a moment, he doubted the ability to swallow them whole at all (never mind his sharp teeth always posing a threat to attempting to do so). The temptation was strong to simply eat them the old-fashioned way…

Ah, but the squirms! The pleas! The periodic insult or outburst of anger. The delectable saltiness of their tears as their face grew perilously closer to his jaws and the fluid dripped onto his metallic tongue… that was what made it worth it to try his best, to strain his synthetic jaws beyond their supposed limits, to ignore the blaring alerts in his HUD that he was risking damaging said jaws if he continued. Being modeled after a bandit, a symbol of disregard for law and order, it was obvious how much weight he gave his own body’s warnings.

Then there was the literal weight protruding from his abdomen, a giant human having been made into a giant raccoon bulge. Ray’s sharp teeth curled into a grin, a dagger-like claw protruding from one of his black fingers as he used it for a makeshift toothpick; even the cleanest, smoothest human seemed to leave something or other between his teeth, though he certainly did not mind having to take care of that afterward. Why would he? It was a mundane reminder that he had eaten a person whole and alive, knocking an “apex predator” down a few pegs in the food chain, and that made the simple task all the more empowering for him.

Ray shivered as a new sensation came over him, crimson eyes darting towards his belly to see a periodic lump form every few moments on some part of his potbelly, before receding… it elicited a chuckle from him, seeing the human’s futile kicks and squirms. The pleads had not been adequate enough, so now the poor soul was trying a more primal approach to escaping the procyon’s belly. The temperature was rising by the moment, as were the efficient, industrial-grade chemicals within the raccoon’s stomach that would allow Ray to quickly turn his quarry into nothing but fuel for his body. Ray’s greatest disappointment with his diet was how little control he had over his digestive functions… he would love to prolong his prey’s time pondering their doom…

Brrrrrble. A deep squelch came from within Ray’s belly, as those struggles suddenly intensified. The raccoon sneered, knowing what was coming, his laugh breaking into a cough for a moment, before with a deep buuuuorrrrrrrrrrp, some shreds of his prey’s clothes (already falling apart as acids seeped into their fibers) flew forth from his mouth, landing in a sizzling pile on the floor. There was a reason Ray’s creator had been careful to make sure the floor was quite resistant to corrosive fluids…

The squirming stopped. The belly fell silent except for the periodic quake or slosh of digestion. The burning that accompanies a particularly strong belch faded from Ray’s throat. With a smirk, the raccoon thumped on his belly, hearing the contents shift around as the human was well on their way to being ringtail fuel. His tongue dragged across his lips as he gave a happy sigh… this never got old, feeling that mix of mild discomfort and euphoria as he sated his appetite with the nearest sapient he could find. As his distended gut softened and became rounder, his large, fluffy, deceivingly organic-looking tail flicked from side to side, giving slow wags of happiness. A sudden jolt of bliss coursed through him, his programming rewarding his good behavior as a message flashed across his HUD.

Biofuel Acquisition Count +1.