A/N: So I had an idea one day a few years ago. I wanted Strife to screw everyone on Olympus and then start in on the mortal realm. It would be fun! Sex all around! Not only fun, but comedy potential as well! I'd call it, "Diary of an Olympian Slut." And I started writing.

After a couple false starts, I realized it came out better in first person, and at that point, after the first blow job, I realized the title didn't quite fit. Strife's voice was good, the situations were what I wanted, but maybe not quite as light-hearted as I'd thought it would be. So "Olympian Slut" sounded better.

Around 9900 words later, I realized something. This story wasn't funny. In no way, shape or form was there anything remotely humorous about what was happening there. Yeah, Strife's voice, his thoughts might elicit a smile or two, but what was happening, what he was doing was nothing short of very, very sad. Strife had problems. Very serious ones, low self-esteem being one of them. He let himself be used so he could get promotions, better jobs. He let himself be seen as nothing more than a hole to fuck so long as it got him what he wanted. It...really disturbed me, going back over it and seeing what I'd written. That was probably the reason it got dropped and never touched again. The idea had a lot of merit, but it wasn't anything I really wanted to touch and I was wondering why I'd written it like this in the first place.

I know I had other, vague ideas about how I wanted the story to play out. I wanted Strife to be used to being used by everyone, to think that there was nothing wrong with it so that when he came across someone who refused to use him, who would just give Strife what he wanted without sex in return, Strife would be completely lost. Eventually he'd fall for/become obsessed by that person because it was the one person who'd never hurt him/used him/fucked him over.

I was torn between that person being Iolaus or Joxer. I don't think it would've ended up being Iolaus because I'd intended to set some of the story at the Academy and that younger version of Iolaus wasn't exactly Mr. Self Control. He would've fucked Strife, even with Strife being his enemy, because Iolaus was both young and not as far into being on the good side of things as he was in latter years. So that left me with Joxer, who also had his problems.

Joxer always struck me as a bit on the easy side. At least with women. Sex without emotional involvement seems to be very common for him, so I think he might've fucked Strife too. So I guess that wouldn't have worked either.

It couldn't have been Hercules because Strife really doesn't like him and I already knew it wasn't going to be one of the gods. I guess it could've been Xena or Gabrielle, but I was more about the slash in this story. If I were to try to write in now, yeah, it would probably be both of them. That would present some very interesting problems for Xena, having Strife hanging around, obsessing over her. And it would really creep out Gabrielle and she wouldn't know what to do. It'd be fun, in a really sick sort of way. Which is why I won't be doing it.

I ended up giving the story a far more appropriate title and filing it away in the WIP section, although I think I already knew that I'd never be messing with it again. Yeah, it has potential, but I'm starting to have a rather big aversion to stories that degrade the characters. (I can't read n/c, rape or slave stories in other fandoms anymore.) So this one just won't be going anywhere, other than here for people to see the rather scary turns my mind can take.

Pairing(s): Strife/various

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