The Dark Side of Authorship

One site I really liked was this one


http://www.fanlib.com/s/Of_Vulcan_Bondage__Chapters_14_17/3163nk#page13

This site includes adventures after Spock and Chapel are logically married.
Here is my bizarre story.

Loretta looked around, amazed. Where was she and where was the ship?
Only moments before, she was in the transporter room, with Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock, and one of the chosen few to meet the leader of the planet Hovli, which the Enterprise was now orbiting. The leader looked her warmly in the eyes, and suddenly she was—here.

It took her some time to realize that someone was calling her name, and even more time to grasp that the leader was still looking at her.

“It is so good to look at you,” said the woman.

“Wh-where--?” Loretta asked.
“I decided to save time and bring you down to our world directly. You can call me Vriell,” said Vriell.

Loretta stared at the tall woman, who was still looking at her. Presently, she recovered her bearing and said, “I’m just a yeoman, and I would respectfully submit that you needed to allow us down in the proper manner--”

“I did not want to wait,” Vriell said. Her grin was wider. “You are just who I am looking for.”

“What do you mean?” Loretta asked.

“You have red hair, as I do,” said Vriell. You are tall as I am, and you have such a wonderful mind.”

Loretta raised an eyebrow in such a way that even Spock would be slightly proud of. “What is the nature of your interest?” she asked.

“I wanted the Enterprise to come so we could find suitable wives.”
Loretta took a step back. “You mean husbands,” said she.

“By no means,” said the still-smiling Vriell. “We have no need for men here. We want wives, females to come and live among us and be part of our joy.”

“How can you maintain a society without men?” Loretta asked.

“Easy,” Vriell said. “Look around.”

Loretta did so. Se found herself in a large park. Women strolled in various clothing. Some were in what appeared to be conventional swimsuits, but there was no lake to be seen. A woman greeted the others, and seemed to wear a law enforcement uniform. Overhead, Loretta saw two aircars of an older model, and in the distance, a power generator.

Though there were many women in the park, Loretta saw no men, and more troublingly, no children.
“Our founding mothers,” Vriell said, “simply divided the tasks of civilization amongst themselves, and centuries later, we have carried on the tradition. Our cities have grown, and we are in a period of prosperity.”

“But how can you grow without children?” Loretta asked. “I have yet to see a child here.”

Loretta also had yet to see Vriell turn her eyes away. She took another step back.

Vriell took a step forward. “We have no need of children and the old, perverted means of manufacturing them. Instead, here we have artificial reproduction. If we want more in the population, we simply turn a switch and thousands of fully grown and beautiful women result.”

“But what if the—er—couples,” Loretta choked, “actually wanted children. What then”

“We simply head to Fornas, a nearby impoverished planet, and pick up little girls on the streets. No one will miss them.”

Loretta took another step back, only to feel a wall. “If you can produce women at will,” she asked, “then what do you want of us?”

Vriell took another step forward. “We always want fresh blood,” said she. “Our new arrivals donate blood to the reproduction bank, which will increase our selection.

“You know you won’t get away with this,” said Loretta, who was running out of words.

“Actually, we can and do,” said Vriell. We will bring all the females to our world and leave the men to themselves. We might rid them of their life support systems and either burn up their ship, or add it to out fleet. But now, enough of this, for you won’t worry about your friends ever again"

Against her will Loretta felt a surge of ecstasy and joy as she stared into Vriell’s clear, orange eyes.

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I did not like to write this piece, and I certainly would not submit it to the fansite I looked at. I can understand the wedding of Spock and Christine, but not between two women, much less men.
Besides feeling emotionally filthy writing this perversion, I do see that there is value in writing a story based on someone else’s characters and universe, as it might edify the soul of the individual fan, but I still take the side of the original authors of the series. They, as authors, have the right to shape the direction of the world in question, or as I would put it, the reality the world provides. I suppose the poachers can roam in the universe of the Federation, but it is not their Federation, as Jenkins indicates they know. If the fans wish to, they can always use the original series as inspiration and create new universes with new characters, and leave the Enterprise behind, rather than feed off them.
On the other hand, I, immersed in commercial culture, would want fans around, as they, because of their addiction, would buy my books. I would not want them to “get a life,” unless such action increases book sales. I am of two minds here.