
From Hooves to Hands; the Dust Remains
What if Walker wasn't transported to the same Equestria as his Nirn counterpart, but one with some familiar species.
In the universe there are endless possibilities. What if when Walker went to deliver the last package Discord transported him to Equestria… that had no ponies… only humans. Would the story remain the same?
A Mojave Dust On My Boots Side story. It will be a shipping fic, but not as rushed as I usually make it. Hope you enjoy.
18386 words: Estimated about 2 hours to read
11 Chapters:
- Same shit, different universe. 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC945
- Waking up to unfamiliar scenery. 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC2411
- You want to know where the scars are from? 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC1653
- I hate authority. 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC1137
- A change of clothes. 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC1110
- Wake up's and washes. 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC1482
- Fixing the noise complaint 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC1547
- Meeting... the f-word. 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC2299
- "God says"... I'm not god. 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC2128
- New and old; all the same to me. 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC1967
- As the Dog would say... 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC1707