Naruto stared at the white horse his team had stumbled upon in their travels, which seemed to be following them. The others hadn't noticed anything off about the elegant white mare with a tiny star patch on the middle of its forehead. But Naruto had, he saw the horn that was sticking out.
Taking first watch, he waited until the others were sound asleep before walking over to the horse and offering her an apple he had stolen from Sasuke's back. The unicorn placidly took the apple and began crunching it peacefully. After a few minutes, Naruto began speaking. "I know what you are; you are no ordinary mare by any stretch of the imagination..."
The horned horse tilted its head as though trying to play innocent, before its eyes widened, remembering that horsed didn't know that act. Snorting it began pulling away, only to be stopped by Naruto's soft touch to the base of her horn, a very soothing touch. Looking back she saw him smiling at her warmly. "You're so beautiful it gives me hope for the future... Thank you my friend..."
The horse's form rippled into that of a pale milky-white skinned woman, with hair as pure as the moon's light. There still was a tiny starburst mark on the center of her forehead, and she was clad in a light lavender dress, the likes of which Naruto had never seen before. The sleeves billowed out from the elbows, hiding her hands. And the rest of it cut snug to her body until her waist, where it just hung loose. For as simple as it was, there was something impossibly beautiful about the outfit.
Her voice was another surprise as she smiled sadly and ran her very tender fingers over his cheek whiskers. "The name is Amalthea friend kitsune..." she answered softly, resting her finger over his lip to forestall his comment about the name, "You bear one... but your heart belongs to the lady goddess Inari..."
Naruto pondered this, until his mind was removed completely from reality as her lips captured his tenderly.
From the campsite, Kakashi smiled as he watched his little pupil receive his first female kiss. He'd known it wasn't a normal horse, but just how unusual he'd have never guessed. In a distant part of his mind, he remembered the tale his mentor used to tell of the Last Unicorn wandering the world for someone to see her with pure eyes.
Looking at the stars above, he wondered when the fell dragons of the west would be arriving, for having found such pure eyes as Naruto's the others would come, and the dragons worried Kakashi the most, except the tale of one named Gorbash, who would side with the Unicorn, to honor its uncle Smrgol and a brave warrior named Sir Peter.
Life in the Elemental Nations promised to be interesting. As Falkor looked down on his friend Amalthea, he knew that the time was nigh for fantasy to return to reality.