It's a battle royale?

13 took her place among the cadets and ended up in front of Hijak who quickly began gossiping about their rivalry. She overheard some of the whispers and huffed as she tuned them out while they snickered and pointed out her ridiculous attire. The standard uniform for cadets was the GDF off-blue trainee jumpsuit that was form fitting and varied depending on the need of each species. Her skimpy slut attire was laughable and had no business in the field which would become far too apparent later.

The lead instructor called the class to attention and all but 13 saluted in response. Facility staff talked to each other as they typed on data pads that controlled the wall of glass behind them. White clouds were blown away and the natural beauty of Quaros' purple sky was in view. More fingers on the pad produced an aerial view of the planet's largest landmass (roughly the size of Australia) where the field test would be held. Then it was divided into sections with names and photos of each were displayed in a slide show and accompanied by information detailing each zone.

"This is the training ground that all cadets have struggled with before becoming an officer of the GDF. Here you will all compete against one another to rise to the top one hundred out of roughly one thousand here today. I don't care if you cooperate or go solo, only the top one hundred cadets will graduate today. This will take place over three days on the planet, each lasting sixteen hours with only four being night. It will be hard to get any sleep as you will have to watch your backs. Equipment will be on the island to monitor and rate your performance. Certain actions will give points while others will subtract. Each of you will receive basic gear and supplies, but you will likely have to use the natural environment to your favor. A stun gun will be given to you as well as a jetpack. The jetpack will be inoperable once you touch the ground and if you are stunned five times you are eliminated. Beware, there are more hazards in this test than just your fellow cadets. Please grab a kit from up front and prepare for drop."

Though 13 was stunned she was not briefed beforehand on the field test, she felt confident in her training received from a dated and bargain bin combat sim. She followed the others as they went to receive their supplies. Only, 13 was lightly pushed around by the flood of bodies and realized she was felt up a few times by wandering hands. She ended up being one of the last cadets to get her gear as others rushed back over to the center of the room. Her eyes were completely focused on the gun and how to operate it while she held onto the jetpack filled with essentials loosely on her forearm by a shoulder strap.

Others had already put the packs on and slipped the gun into their jumpsuits' built in holsters and quickly returned to formation. 13 was taking a lazy stroll to the center as she was familiarizing herself with one of her many pieces of equipment. The instructors were waiting until she reached the other who stood ready in the center where there was a clear outline of a hatch. Once she reached the destination, eyes still on her pistol, they tapped away at a pad and the floor soon came out from under them.

13 was the only one caught off guard as she thought they'd be jumping from a ship or the open aired dock. Her fellow cadets were prepared and gliding through the clouds toward the patch of land down below. Meanwhile, 13's pack slipped off her arm as she began to fall and she flailed in vain to catch it. She turned over twice before flattening out and seeing her pack fall to the planet below. Her hand had a tight grip on her gun but even though her eyes were resistant to the blinding air resistance, she was not immune to falling to her **** from such a drastic height.

Her heart raced as the air whipped past her ears and the ground grew closer and closer. Another cadet saw the struggling girl and decided to help her out by use of his jetpack and tentacled fingers with excellent grip. He aimed himself at 13 and caught up to her and her super hearing managed to pick up what he said, "Don't worry, I've got you!" His arms reached out and his fingers uncoiled and came back together to grip her by the strap of clothing along her back and wedged in her asscrack. The kind alien yanked her toward him to some success in closing the distance. But the durability of the fabric was weak and the strap snapped and was caught in the wind in a matter of seconds.

What would have been an audible sound of shock exited 13's lips as she felt the skimpy suit slide off her body and expose her breasts and virgin vagina directly to the cold air flying past her body. She wanted to cover herself, but the air resistance was too strong and it would have done no good.

Her would-be savior blushed a little at the situation, "Oh, very sorry! I guess your slut suit wasn't all that strong! I'll fix this!" The alien reached out again and moved his hands down to the front of her body. A group of eight tentacle fingers took hold of 13's busty chest and were on tight, gripping hard into her breast flesh and applying pressure to her hardened nipples. His legs also ended in the same starfish-like shape and took hold of her legs by the ankles, his tiny suction cups tickling her calves. He then took further measures to secure 13 by bringing her in closer and in contact with him; the feeling of her hard nipples on his octopus palms delighted his lengthy and snake-like nether regions as it wriggled around her crack and cheeks through his jumpsuit.

13 felt awkward and embarrassed in his embrace, but was thankful she wouldn't become a stain on the dirt. She could now focus on ground and competition below, the latter of which was just making their final descent into the wilds. Jetpacks fired up below and above to slow the fall and guide their landings. Octoboy was still fondling her tits and molesting her ass with his python and she could now feel a wet spot in his suit. She failed to notice the small number of cadets flying by, getting a good look and laughing at her getting groped by the odd fingered fellow.

Now the ground was coming in hot and the two were at risk of colliding with the earth. Squidkid was kind enough to save her from certain doom, but not enough to lose his advantage thanks to this nude green chick with the excellent tits. "Okay, I'm going to let go now!," he shouted.

"What?!," was all 13 could say as her guardian angel eased his jetpack thrusters to adjust their speed. They were soon at a much calmer velocity when he let go of 13 and zoomed by while she tumbled to the ground. The poor girl took a head first dive into a mud pit that aided in softening her abrupt landing. It seems as though her friend wasn't too quick when loosening the grip on her ankles and accidentally took her shoes along with him. Now she was completely naked in the middle of the jungle, **** to survive by her wits and natural talent alone while being covered in rancid mud.