We Don't Wanna Be Like Them (Larry Stylinson Two Shot AU Wolf!Louis) {Mpreg}

We Don't Wanna Be Like Them - Part 1

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Welcome to my 800 Follower Special. ERMIGAWD I have 800 of you beautiful people? I love you. This was actually supposed to be my 600 Follower Special XD

This is a Hybrid! AU. Larry Stylinson (what else?).

Warnings: lots, lots of fluff, angst, earlier abuse, smut, bottom!Harry, top!Louis, Wolf!Louis, Talking in Third Person first, Mpreg, boyxboy, close to A/B/O-Dynamics because Louis is a wolf

Yeah ... so. Side is a picture of Wolf Louis.

And we're in year 2103. Dunno okay.

Enjoy!

Harry hated it. Like always, his boss had held him back to talk to him and Harry had missed the last train home. He had to walk therefore. It was middle of September, it was cold, and it was raining.

Harry was just twenty, would turn twenty-one in February.

Harry worked at a pet shop, and he hated his job. Because the pets he sold weren't actual pets. Of course, they had normal pets like fishes or guinea pigs or budgies and so on. But, for people who liked more exotic, more expensive pets, they had hybrids. Humans with animal features that were treated poorly like animals instead of real people. Most were abused when they didn't do what they were told. Most were killed or used as sex slaves. Most hybrids got pregnant, and then the kids and the hybrids were killed.

Also, since a few years male pregnancy had become more and more recent - under hybrids and humans. Some male hybrids were bred so they were able to get pregnant. During a time there was a sickness that pregnant women had. To survive and have the baby survive, they had to take shots and some male babies developed the ability to get pregnant. Harry was one of those children. Gay couples often got this shot so they could get a child. That was the only thing Harry liked about his society. He wished they would be tolerating towards hybrids as well.

Harry had always wanted to adopt one to give them a better home than just the glass cage. But he didn't have the money. He and his best friends, Zayn, Perrie and Niall, had put their money together to actually buy a hybrid, but it was more Niall's since the young hybrid, a muscular boy with short, light brown, shaggy hair and chocolate brown eyes, the ears and tail of a Husky and the name Liam, had fallen for the Irish lad.

Harry hated his community. Hybrids were still humans, and they should have the same rights. Only because they had ears and tails it didn't mean they were real animals. Some didn't even have a tail.

Harry kicked an old beer can into an alley. A small squeak was heard in the night and Harry stopped in tracks, turned around and faced the alley.

Harry grabbed his gun from his holster - working at a pet shop is more dangerous than anyone would ever think - and walked slowly into the alley. A dumpster rustled and the lid was pushed open. Harry put the gun back and drew his flashlight only to stand face to face with a small guy that sat in the dumpster.

The boy squeaked and Harry quickly lowered the flashlight. He knew, this must be a hybrid. Nowadays people just didn't sit in dumpsters unless they were abandoned hybrids.

"Hey, shh, it's okay," Harry said, trying to calm the boy down.

The boy hopped out of the dumpster and Harry sucked in a sharp breath. His body was littered with bruises and marks and even blood. He wore nothing but tiny black boxer briefs, and a tattered, too tight, brown leather collar. Yes, this was a hybrid, an abused one.

The small lad had his head lowered; hands folded in front of him, standing still and quiet in a submissive manner. Harry couldn't see all his looks, but his injuries and how small and lithe he was. He stood there barefoot on the cold concrete, raindrops were caught in his hair. Harry quickly shrugged off his coat and placed it around the boy's shoulders. He looked up in surprise.