Honey?

"This should send a message to Sugar-Tum!" Tinkee-Toot declares menacingly (or as menacingly as a tiny, squeaky fairy can be).

The little fairy starts to wiggle her fingers and begins chanting while Morgala and Thurkla both tremble in fear. Each one is using what little willpower they have to keep from wetting themselves in absolute terror.

"What's she going to do?!" Thurkla squeals.

"How should I know?!" Morgala replies back.

"Emahs ruoy wonk lla tel!" The fairy chants.

The two poor girls each wail in terror as they feel something sting their respective (and respectable) backsides.

"It burns!" Morgala yelps.

"Owie! Owie!" Thurkla cries as tears flow down the big, burly woman's sweet face.

The vines restraining the girls let go, causing each of them to plop forward into the dirt, but Tinkee-Toot isn't done with them yet! She resumes her chanting.

"Revo lla ykcits eb ot evresed sregnif ykcits htiw slrig ytrid!"

Panic grips the two terrified, naked women, and they each do what their instincts tell them. They crawl to each other, close their eyes, and hug, pressing their bodies together as tight as they can.

Morgala tries to beg for mercy, but Thurkla, in the passion of the moment, kisses the elf instead, causing both of them to blush embarrassment as they await their cruel fate.

Instead, each of them feels something heavy, sweet-smelling and sticky being dumped onto their heads and over their bodies. They freeze in fright, each of them too scared to look. Then they hear a loud *zap* noise followed by silence.

The two continue to huddle and hug, shivering in worry for another couple of minutes, until they each finally work up the courage to open their eyes and look around.

Tinkee-Toot is gone, and the two of them are covered... in honey?!